Whew - Draco/Ron

[icarus]

Okay, doing a little dressing up (and dressing down). Now stuck again. 29 pages. Gosh, I hope this isn't going to be boring....

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Re: I surrender ... *white flag waves*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I've promised it for the Boozefest. But here's a tidbit, just for you. I'm stuck again of course. But I am trying to do the impossible here. If I pull this one off at all....

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"You should appreciate the dishes, and stop eating seafood!" Ron declared indignantly.

Draco gave Ron a funny look.

Ron decided that somehow came out wrong.

Draco's elegantly long, dark lashes fluttered as he blinked at Ron, and his delicately painted rosebud-pink lips hung open a little. Ron would say that Draco's cheeks tinged a little pink again but… it slowly sank in.

"Draco?" Ron asked. "Are you wearing make-up?"

Draco tittered and put his finger to his pink lips, "Shhhhhh…!"

Ron scanned him from head to toe in disbelief. "Your legs are shaved."

Draco nodded emphatically, giggling.

"Your lipstick's crooked," Ron observed.

Draco's mouth opened and shut. He frowned. "Fine. I'd like to see you try. You can't do any better…"

Ron's hand vaguely brushed at the air. " 'Course I can."

"Wha -? You into something I don't know about? Kinky-Weasley?" Draco teased in a sing-song voice.

"How many sisters have you got, Draco? I can dress dolls, too. Play tea party, make mud pies, all that stuff. It's called baby-sitting. And I didn't mash the mud-pies like Fred and George did. It wasn't fair to tell Ginny her cake had fallen," Ron nodded, gesturing with his beer bottle. This important detail appeared to skim over Draco's head. "Only Percy was a better baby-sitter, just because he let her cheat and didn't shove her. But she deserved it-!"

"Play any other games with your sister?" Draco grinned as he approached. "Do any naughty little things? Ever look up her dress? Play a little Medi-Wizard?"

"You're sick, Malfoy."

"Those big families… what's a pregnant sister or two… never notice at the breakfast table I'm sure…."

Ron exploded. "Shut up, Malfoy!"

With sheer guts - born from living with Ron's temper for months - Draco dropped down on the couch next to him. Painted eyes looked up at Ron. Draco's grey eyes looked enormous.

"Relax, Weasley.... What I wouldn't have given for a little brother or sister to kick around when I was a kid. Big house. Nothing to do. Don't touch this, don't touch that. This tree bites, that sword's cursed… I was bored. The house-elfs were too quick for me."

"Tell you what - I'll give you Fred, and throw in George, free of charge. Enjoy."

"I didn't say I wanted older brothers..." Draco sighed, his pink lips pouting. He rolled over and looked at Ron upside-down.

"I did have a nanny with really big tits though. That was a plus."

Ron snorted.

"Used to make Drucilla chase after me, just to watch 'em bounce." Draco hung his head over the edge of the couch, glancing up at Ron.

"Drucilla?"

"My nanny."

"Oh," Ron squinted at him. "How old were you?"

"I dunno, seven -? Eight -?"

"Geeze, Malfoy..."

"I was precocious," Draco beamed at him, tongue between his teeth.

"Yeah. I'll say."

The crazy bloke must have been an unholy terror.

"Now if I had a sister…and she looked anything at all like Ginny…"

"Malfoy."

Draco looked up.

"Don't finish that thought if you want to live."

Draco smiled maliciously, and Ron realised Draco was having him on, as usual. Ron shoved him off the couch. Draco deserved it. Draco landed on all fours like a cat, laughing.

"Oh, you're so easy…" he snickered, rolling onto his side on the carpeting. "You'd never've survived the Slytherin common room."