Having a little fun with Dungeon Watch

[icarus]

lizardspots got me in the mood to write Ron/Draco, and my research paper is not moving along very well. I'm in a rotten Malfoy-esque mood.



"Oh holy FUCK!"

The shout caused house-elves up and down the ringing halls to look up from their afternoon chores, blinking. Then Inky returned to restacking the books in the Malfoy third floor library, hovering cautiously out of reach; Ipsquick resumed firing quelling charms on the Ferns in the second floor hall, genus ichathi malignus, to water them. Lickspittle continued to squeak for help - alas, the others were far too busy - as she was dragged down those steps to her doom.

Aside from the shout, it was a normal morning at the Manor.

"Weasley..." a voice drawled. "You are not walking out of my house wearing a sheet, so sit down."

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CLOTHES!?"

"The house-elves probably picked them up from where you threw them -"

"--Awk!"

"Nice show, Weasel. Yeah, that's the other reason you're not leaving with my sheet: magical hospital corners. They keep you from rolling out of bed."

"WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?"

There was a moment's stunned silence. Then a short laugh. "You mean to tell me that you don't remember anything from Potter's party?"

"No!" Ron's voice was emphatic. "Do you think I'd be here if I did?"

The next pause was thoughtful, and long. One could almost hear Draco Malfoy's eyes glitter.

"Oh..." There was a quick intake of breath. "We didn't... we couldn't --"

"You're as slow as ever, Weasley." There was a snide pause, "or should I say 'Ron' now?"

"-- oh, fuck, you can't tell a soul! God help me," a thump-thump of bare footsteps, "if you tell anyone, Malfoy, you're gonna regret it."

"You're in no position to make threats, Weasley." The sheets rustled with a sound much like someone folding their arms behind their head. "But I'll tell you what you can do."

Draco licked his lips and couldn't believe his good luck. This had been a monumental blunder. But it seemed that Weasley did not remember he had been too drunk to fly when Mister-Gryffindor-In-Shining-Armor offered to take him home; nor that he, a Malfoy, couldn't get it up the night before. Now if he played his cards right.... well. This might even last till the end of term.



I think I'll go squash some house elves now.

ETA: Here's a rough context for the story Voldemort's dead, the Malfoys switched sides (conveniently) and Draco had to suck it up and go to Harry's party.

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[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Nah, I don't do the same plot bunny twice.

Beg Me For It and Reunion actually have nothing to do with each other.

The backstory on Reunion is that Ron and Draco got together due to a prank that went wrong -- and suddenly Draco had a relationship on his hands (even if it did succeed in messing with Harry's head). Draco and Ron wound up moving in together (when Ron was supposed to have moved in with his best friend). The relationship fell apart due to class differences, pressure from Draco's father -- and that inhertance Draco fully intended to have. His only real rebellion against his father was quickly hushed up.

Within a year after Draco split leaving Ron alone in a two-bedroom flat that had a year's rent paid, Draco was pressured into a loveless marriage (wife picked out by his mother). He started his downward spiral into a dissolute life, becoming a regular in the scandal sheets rebelling against his family in small, meaningless ways.

Draco didn't learn how little respect people had for him until the accidental death of Lucius. As the sole heir, he was the prime suspect and even his friends thought he did it. He was not guilty, but was never completely cleared of wrong-doing simply because people thought he was just like his father.

Overnight, at the age of 26, Draco Malfoy was the Malfoy and the bane of his existence - as well as its centerpiece - was gone. He continued to live as if his father were still there however, out of habit, and because making a change would mean he really was gone. That grief was carefully frozen over.

Ron, about two-three years after their split, found a girl and fell in love. They had a stormy if often vibrant and happy marriage that ended after almost ten years when she had an affair. Unfortunately, he cared more about her than she did about him. She somehow managed to blame their break-up on him, and she left while he was trying to make it work anyway. He didn't tell people about her affair, because he was just like that.

He and Harry easily patched up their friendship once Malfoy was gone by-the-way, and Molly told Harry that Ron's thing with Draco was 'just a phase.' Harry couldn't picture himself a father, and avoided most family ties beyond the Weasleys, shacking up with one woman or another. But he was a great baby-sitter for Ron's kids when he was between girls and swearing off women for life.

Reunion begins when Draco finally snaps, and leaves his wife for no apparent reason. Then he shows up at Ron's door.

Speaking of plot bunnies.

Icarus