S.S. Prince and Pauper

Drabble: Rope

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 07:47:11 GMT

Title: Rope
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own them. That's pretty much it :D
Summary: It's only a piece of rope...
Link: Rope

Fic Rec. . .

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 08:15:32 GMT

Alright you lot. I know we've all been in a Ron/Draco funk lately, with us not having so much to read. But because of the wonderful thrihyrne who rec'd an amazing fic by callumjames I was suddenly full of hope of the Ron/Draco to come. Be it in community challenges or maybe in one of us who are just going to write more R/D to show the Harry Potter Fandom that Ron/Draco should not be counted out, that they are not a rarepair. Right!

So, you must head on over to callumjames's LJ and read this beauty.

Red and Gold Tangling...

I promise you, you won't be disappointed. The way he writes you has you feeling like you're actually beside Ron/Draco as they go through the trials of what's inside of them, of trying to cope of what's happened to everyone and themselves after the war. It is a must read. I ~~hope~~ know you'll enjoy.

Have a brilliant weekend.

MWAH!

x-posted to r_d_fire_n_ice and ron_draco

FIRE AND ICE ARCHIVE : New Address

Wed, 05 Sep 2007 09:44:00 GMT

The Fire and Ice Archive is back, this is the new address

Fire + Ice

FIC: Better Than This, Ron/Draco, PG

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 01:05:01 GMT

Okay, so I've been a fan of Ron/Draco for a long time. Ever since book one, I was fascinated by their hatred. It made me whole, I guess.

But not once have I ever posted any fic. My friends -- the ones I told -- laughed at me, called me disgusting. So I'm going to post some fanfiction, and hopefully it won't be too stupid.

Title: Better Than This
Author: Licenter
Fandom: HP
Pairing: R/D
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine! XD
Summary: It doesn't get any better than this.

Ron sighed as he walked down the long halls of Hogwarts. He was late again, and he didn't even bother trying to break into a run when he realized so. The corridor was empty, something for which he was grateful as he rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Stupid Hermione," he muttered, aiming a kick at the air in frustration. "If I'd just went straight to class, I would've been on time, but no. 'Go get your paper, Ron, don't you know how important it is to your grade?'"

"You shouldn't talk to yourself, Weasel. People might think you're a nutter."

Ron flipped around to face the Slytherin, who was leaning casually against the door leading into the Charms classroom, a smirk on his face.

"Not now, Ferret, I'm late for Transfiguration." He turned to leave.

"Aren't you failing anyway? What does it matter if you're late?" Malfoy asked.

Ron sighed. "Really not in the mood to do this. My day's bad enough, and Harry's expecting me."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow Saint Potter around?"

"Don't." Ron clenched his hands into fists, ready to beat Malfoy's face into the floor.

"Don't what, ginger? Don't pick on your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend. Okay?" Ron said, face flushing with embarrassment. "I really do have to go."

Malfoy stepped forward. "But I don't know if I can wait for lunch, Weasel. I think we need to do this now."

"Look," Ron sighed. "We have to finish this at lunch. McGonagall's going to kill me as it is, I don't think she'd like it very much if I ditched--"

But then Draco kissed him, one of those pale hands in his hair. It took a moment for Ron to react, but then he was kissing back, trying to hold on so he didn't fall. They had been doing this for months, right under Harry's and Hermione's noses, but never in the hallway.

And then they broke apart.

Ron cleared his throat, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Well," he said simply. "Why aren't you in class, anyway?"

Draco shrugged. "Snape sent me to go pick something up."

Ron nodded. "I--"

"Go," Draco said with a smile, and kissed his cheek. "Potter's waiting for you. You're late as it is."

Ron smiled too. "See ya."

And he left, sighing contentedly.

It didn't get any better than this.

FIRE AND ICE ARCHIVE... is moving

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 00:22:14 GMT

The "Fire & Ice Archive" will be moving. You may have noticed (hopefully you noticed) that the Archive is down and has in fact been down a couple of weeks. I haven't been able to contact the person I had it hosted with, so i've decided to pay for a domain and webspace myself (about time, I had it good for far too long).
I was very lucky and hugely grateful to Lily Malfoy for allowing me to use her webspace for nothing for the past two years. So thank you hon wherever you are now.

I am in the process of getting it transferred elsewhere, i'll let you all know when it's back up again, just waiting on confirmation that everything has gone through.

Jux_ta_pose

Fire and Ice Archive webmistress.

A Modest Proposal

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 02:42:08 GMT

Here I am with some art and a question. The question first.

If someone were to host a Ron/Draco art and fic exchange for the Holidays, would you participate in it? How about if it was a fic-art exchange with our cousins the Draco/Ron shippers?

Crossposted at other Ron/Draco communities.

Crossing Sides, Ma/Adult, R&D, Part 1

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 23:33:49 GMT

Title: Crossing Sides?

Author: Angela

Rating: Mature-Adult

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters’, but I do own my story.

Summary: Draco, Ron, Seamus, and Blaize used to be best friends, all thru child hood. Then Hogwarts comes. They’re excited and hope they get in the same house..knowing that if they don’t…..everything will be over. What happens when Draco and Blaize end up in Slytherian? And Ron and Seamus in Gryffindor…What happens when Ron has a secret that he’s not allowed to tell anyone? But does he actually remember what happened to him as a child when he played Truth or dare? Or did he block it out?

Author Note: I just got this idea and i'm very excited to share it with you guys. Please send me some love. I’ve had writers block for a long time. I got an idea to write a story when there kids from this story. Everything Changes. It’s very very good. I definitely recommend it if you like Draco and Ron. Here is the URL http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1316405/1/

Part 1

It all started when Leon Malfoy had been in with an unknown disease. That’s when Ron Weasley and Seamus became best friends with Draco Malfoy and Blaize Zabinni. They were four years old when they met. One morning Ron Weasley went to the Malfoy Manor with his second oldest brother Charlie Weasley. Charlie was watching his youngest brother, while his parents were out for the day, when he received an important call from Lucius Malfoy. It was a job. He knew that their families hated each other, but Lucius Malfoy offered him a lot of money to help his father, and his family is very poor so he knew he could not say no to the offer. He made sure Ron dressed nicely, and after Ron grabbed his favorite toy stuffed bear, they were off to the Malfoy Manor.

Charlie decided to drive his car instead of floo and apperate. If he didn’t have young Ronald, he’d of floo. It took 20 minutes to get to the Malfoys gate, and several minutes later, after some groaning and complaining, they were let in. Apparently The Malfoys didn’t let their gate know that ‘The Weasleys’ were coming.

He then parked, grabbed the keys to his car and got out. “Come on buddy, let’s go.” Charlie said, gesturing Ron to get out of his car. He picked him up and placed him on the ground. Ron kept on holding his older brothers hand, while tightening his free arm around his bear. His eyes went wide as he noticed the place looked very scary.

“Lucius Malfoy has a son about your age. I’m sure that you’ll be able to play with young Malfoy. Aren’t you excited? I know that you wanted a friend.” Charlie said, smiling.

Ron was still not sure if he felt safe here, but he nodded, while smiling. Charlie then pet Ron’s hair and grabbed the door knocker that was in a shape of a snake and knocked on it. Ron saw a button on the side of the house and pressed it, curiously. His eyes bugged out at what happened. The snake came to life, lifting his face towards the boy and hissed. Ron shook scared. The snakes eyes glew and hissed again. Before the snake could do anything the door opened and showed a young lady. She looked at the boys and smiled.

“Hello. I’m Lilian. You may call me Lili if you’d like.” She said, smiling.”Come on in boys.” She said, gesturing them inside. “I’ll go get Mrs. Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy had to get to a meeting.” She eyed them. “Who may I say is looking for her?”

Charlie placed his hand in front of the lady, smiling and said, “I’m Charlie Weasley. I’m here to care for Leon Malfoy. And this here is my brother Ronald Weasley.” Charlie’s free hand pat Ronald’s back.

Ron’s eyes had managed to blink, and he said, “Hi ma’me.”

Lili smiled at the boy. “Hello young man. Let me go get Mrs. Malfoy now.” She walked off in search for the lady of the house.

“This house is huge Charlie. It’s like 3 of our houses.” Ron said, grinning. “It’s scary though. I hope I never get lost in here.” Ron said.

Charlie chuckled, “Yes the Malfoys are rich prepared to us. If we didn’t have so many kids we may have lived in a bigger house also. But I’d rather have you little munchkins then a huge house if you ask me”

Ron blinked, “Wh why?” He was confused.

“Because love is better then money.” Charlie said, as Narissa Malfoy walked down the stairs, with Lilian following her.

Narissa Malfoy eyed Charlie, looking him up and down, she then eyed the little guy in front of him. Her eyebrows went up at seeing the young boy. “Welcome to the Malfoy Manor. I’m Narissa Malfoy. Thank you for coming. You must be the Weasley boy.”

Charlie nodded, “Hi, you have a lovely home ma’me. And yes. I’m Charlie Weasley. This is my brother Ronald. I apologize for having him here with me ma’me, but you see I could not leave him at home alone. My family was out and I was watching him when Lucius Malfoy called me.”

Narissa clucked her tongue and nodded. “I see. But this is not something that a young boy would want to see.” She said, sighing. “Perhaps my son would not mind spending time with the boy.” Lilian walked up to them and cleared her throat. Narissa shot her servant and glare. “Yes Lilian. How may I help you?” She asked, obviously annoyed.

Lilian bit her lip and replied, “Well my son Seamus is upstairs. Most likely watching TV or sleeping. If you’d like my son would play with little Ronald.”

Narissa scoffed, “Very well. I don’t care, as long as he’s no where in site. My son is having a friend come over in a little anyway.” She said, eyeing Charlie. “Follow me Weasley.”She then started walking away without another glance.

Ron frowned, hugging his brother tightly. Charlie eyed the lady, “thank you Ma’me.” He said and then looked down at the boy hugging him. “Hey buddy, don’t be scared. I’m sure that the other boys will love you. You’re very loveable. But I have to go now hun. Have fun.” Charlie said, kissing his brothers head, and untangling him with his brother and walked off to follow Narissa Malfoy, who was ahead of him. He sighed and hoped that he did not get into something stupid and regret it.

Lilian bent down towards the boy and gave him a sweet smile. “You really do not have anything to worry about. I’m sure that Seamus will love you. I sadly will admit that he has no friends. With me working here, and us living here, we don’t get out and about much. I’m sure you two will have lots of things in common Ronald. Now come on and lets go see my son okay? “She stood up, grabbing Ronald’s hand, squeezing it and smiled. Ron nodded and walked with her upstairs to the workers floor.

Lilian then said her name and the door opened. She pulled Ronald into her corridor. “It’s not much, but its home.” She said.

“Are you kidding me? Its bigger then three of my bedrooms at home put together.” Ron said, sighing.

Lilian frowned at the boy and gestured him to walk in more. “Seamus honey are you awake?” She called out to the boy. She looked around for her son and did not see him. She sighed, “Come on baby. Come out. Mommy has to go back to work.”

A few minutes later a boy that looked much like his mother came out. Ronald Weasley eyed the boy up and down, taking him all in. He had no friends and didn’t really know many people outside of his family. This was the first boy his age that he had met. Seamus had black hair, which was wet from the shower, and green eyes. He was about the same height as Ron. And he also had nothing on. Not even a towel. Where as Ronald had red hair, green eyes, tall for his age and lots of freckles.

“Hey mommy. Ahhhh.”Seamus said, grabbing his tiny pee pee. He groaned, seeing the other boy and sighed. “Mommy, why didn’t you warn me?” He pouted.

Lilian frowned, “I’m sorry Seamus. This here is young Ronald Weasley. He’s here today and I’d like you to play with him. Be nice to him. No pranks. And no making fun. I have to go back to work honey. Get dressed and remember to be nice. I’ll call out later for lunch.”Lilian said, eyeing the boys, smiling and hurried back to work.

Seamus eyed the young boy in front of him and grinned. “Hello Ronnie. Come in and sit down on the sofa, while I get dressed.” He said, walking to his bedroom and quickly putting on a change of clothes. He put on a white t-shirt, even though he most likely will dirty it up in the first half of an hour he wore it, and he also wore some blue jean shorts. He put on some white socks and some black shoes and ran back to the other boy who was looking the place over. “How olds are yous? I’m 4 years old.” He said.

Ron looked at the boy, smiling relived that he was wearing some clothes. “I’m 4 years old also.” His cheeks grew red, blushing, biting his lip, getting shy all of a sudden.

Seamus grinned, “So what do you like to do for fun Ronnie?”

Ron blushed again at his new nickname. “Eh I duno Seamon”He giggled, when Seamus’s eyes grew wide. “What bouts yous?”

“Eh play dough. Play with bugs. Chase chocolate frogs and eat em. Cause trouble.” He giggled. “Ohh and I love to eat.”

“I love to eat also. And I love chocolate frogs. There my favorite food ever.” Ron said, smiling. He then frowned. “What’s play doughy?”

Seamus’s eyes went wide. “What? You’ve never heard of play dough? Geeze what do you play with kid?” He asked, eyeing his teddy bear.

Ron frowned and hugged his bear tighter. “We have lots of little kids at my home and not much paper.” he said, talking about money.

Seamus nodded, biting his lip, not knowing what to say. “Right. Well it’s very colorful; it comes in lots of different colors. And you play with it, with your hands. You can build things with it. Make your favorite animal or something like that. Wanna play?” He asked.

“Ohhh yes please. It sounds so much fun.” Ron said, grinning, excited. His hands clapped, not realizing he dropped his teddy bear.

Seamus laughed, and picked up his teddy. “Alright, let me go get a few colors. I’ll be right back. Go sit down somewhere.” He said, running off to get at least 5 colors of play dough. Red. Green. Blue. Yellow and gray. He then sat down with Ron. They both played with play dough for awhile. Ronald was having lots of fun. He had not had that much fun in awhile. Seamus made a snake with green and grey play dough, as Ronald made his teddy bear with red and yellow. Of course since they are little kids, it didn’t turn out perfect or anything. Very sloppy actually.

Ronald giggled. “Mine looks like a gingerbread cookie.” He said.

Seamus groaned, “Now I want some food.” He said, rubbing his belly, pouting.

“Oy I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve said anything.” Ron said.

“Oy its okay. Lunch is here soon.” Seamus said, smiling, playing some more.

TBC:

Next: Draco and Blaize.

Some Pranks.

The Worst Betrayal, Adult, R&D, Part 1

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 16:06:00 GMT

Title:The Worst Betrayal
Author: Angela

Rating: M-AM

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Stories, because if I did It’d be called Ron Weasley and not Harry Potter. And Ron would be with Draco. Lol.

Characters: Draco/Ron (Harry and Hermione are not a main couple…..)

Summer: On Christmas feast, Hermione and Harry tell something important to Ronald. Ronald feels betrayed and broken hearted. What is that something?

Author Note: This is going to be a short story. Probably, only one or two more parts. I apologize if you love Harry and Herm…because in this story there’s some bashing.

Author Note 2: Please send me some love. I know that my grammar is not perfect, sorry. But I’m not asking you to correct it or bitch at it. I want to know what you think of my story, not the grammar. It really means a lot to me when I hear others thoughts on my stories. It helps me to write more faster, gives me lots of confidence. And I do not know that many Harry Potter fans that read stories so please send me some love.

Part 1

I was sitting down during dinner, with my two best friends, Harry and Hermione. My mouth stuffed with mashed potatoes, while my hands were busy ripping some of my chicken meat from its bone. I swallow my potatoes, shove some white meat into my mouth, chew it, and swallow. I then grab my wine goblet and splash some of it down my throat, enjoying the taste. My eyes gaze around the room, taking in the Christmas decorations. Looking at the pretty, White Christmas Tree, with A singing Angel on top of the tree. The tree was huge and gorgeous. His eyes then gazed the rest of the room, seeing some Christmas lights around the room, nutcrackers, snow flakes that are very sparkly. He then gazed around the table he was sitting at. Since it was the Christmas feast, there were not many people there. Besides for Hermione Harry, and him, there were a few others. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Blaize, Malfoy, Seamus, Dean, the twins, Neville, Ginny, Cedric, Snape, Hagrid, and Dumbledore. Everyone else went home for the Holidays to there families. Some of the people here tonight, chose not to go, some were forced to say. His siblings, him and Harry were all forced to stay here, Hermione decided to stay just for us.

Uh oh, there I go about thinking of Hermione again. I gaze at her, seeing her brunette hair. I smile; I’d love to run my fingers thru her bushy hair. My eyes gaze down towards her cute button nose and inwardly giggle. She’s so cute. I take in her mouth and my mouth waters. Oh how I’d love to kiss her. How I’d love to make her mine. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I’ve fancied her for years. I’ve not told anyone but the twins and Harry. Though it does not take a genius to know how I feel. I know that lots others can tell. Its quite obvious. I don’t know how stupid Hermione can be, not to know.

I can’t help but sigh and frown, just thinking about how long I’ve been too much of a coward to tell her how I feel. The twins are always trying to help me get her. At first they were just teasing, and then they actually were happy to help me. Its, not that I’m embarrassed, because I’m not. I care for her so much; heck I think that I love the gal. Sometimes she acts like she hates me. She’s always starting fights with me. So when I decide that I am getting sick of being lonely and wanna tell her about my true feelings, before I do she snaps at me. Either I’ve not done my homework, or my hair is not combed. Always, something. Sometimes I think that she just deals with me for Harry. That saddens me. Also angers me. My best friend gets everything that I want. I’m just his sidekick. His, best friend that nobody notices.

Ha I think the only person that does notice me is Malfoy. Sometimes I catch the lad looking at me. I just glare back, not knowing if he’s glaring at me or not, I just know that he hates me, so that I make cruel faces back at him. Though, sometimes I think that Malfoy is gay. Because, he hates Harry. Probably even more then he hates me, and I never see him glare or eye him as much as he looks at me. Maybe he fancies me. Ha wouldn’t that be something. I can’t get my Mione to like me, but I can get my biggest enemy to want me. That’s a fucking riot. I inwardly snort. Wait, I see Malfoy smirking, so that means that I really did snort. I hide my face in my plate and shove more food in my mouth.

I hear someone clear there throat and ignore them. I’m not going to allow anyone to ruin my Hermione thoughts. I smile. I then hear another clearing of someone’s throat a little louder this time. I was going to ignore it again, until I felt someone stab there finger in my sides, trying to get my attention. I quickly shallow my food, sip my wine and turn towards the person who poked me. It was Hermione. I smiled at her brilliantly. She was wearing a gorgeous red dress, and a pretty heart necklace. I vagulary ,wonder whom had given it to her. Was it her muggle parents? Probably. Because I don’t see why a pretty girl like herself, would buy herself a heart charm. Kinda silly, if you ask me. That is something a lover should give you. Or someone that loves you.

I shake my head out of my thoughts and wiped my mouth and look at her and Harry who seems to be watching us, looking kinda guilty. His forehead was sweating. I put that back in my head and decide to ask him later on what is wrong. I am not stupid. I know that something is wrong. He seemed very nervous. It was kinda scaring me.

“Yes Mione? Did you want to tell me something?” I asked and then saw her let out a happy giggle. I placed my hand on my face. “Oh no, buggar, did I get some food on my face?” I wrinkled my nose, hoping that I did not. She just let out another giggle, shaking her head no. I bit my lip, frowning, not sure why she is so happy. “Then what is it? Spit it out. I dun have all day long Hermione.” I said, kinda annoyed at the looks that my two best friends were giving me. One was so happy and one was guilty. Uh-oh. This was big.

Hermione blushed and spat out, “Oh Ron, I’ve gotten myself a boyfriend. Aren’t you happy for me?” She giggled, and placed her hair back, behind her hair, smiling wide.

When, I heard that my heart clenched, not sure what to think of it. Did I just hear right? My Hermione. My Mione has a boyfriend? No, that can’t be. I shake my head. Nope I won’t accept that. I must be hearing things. Too much wine. I ask her to repeat herself.

She giggled, “Ronald Weasley, Your Hermione has a boyfriend now. I’m so happy. Never been this happy before.” She clapped her hands together, covering her mouth with one hand and giggled. I’ve never seen or heard her this happy before. It actually makes me sick.

Oh my freaking god. I’ve heard her right. My pretty lamb has gotten a boyfriend. I open and close my mouth several times, seeing some people watching us, hearing there chatters die. It was silent. Everyone was trying to see how I’d react to this. I honestly was not really sure how I should react. My heart was in pain right now. I’ve never felt this way before and I hate it. Oh what the hell. It’s not like anyone does not know that I’m a selfish, jealous bastard.

My eyes turn at shoot daggers in her eyes and I spat, “Who? Who is the guy you’re dating now Hermione?” I asked, having a feeling of who it was. The person that is sweating, and looking nervous and guilty. He would not look at me. I new it was that bastard. That betraying bastard.

She must’ve not of notice my hot stare. She was to happy to notice that I’m broken. “Why it’s Harry of course. Who else would it be?” She giggled.

My hands clenched into two tight fists, my face turned red with anger, and I put a scowl on my face. My eyes gazed around the table and saw everyone watching me with sympathy. Some watched me amused, dying to see how I’d react. How fucking stupid can Hermione be? Everyone here knows that I fancy her. She’s my best friend. I really must not mean a damn thing to her, that she’d not notice my feelings for her. And Harry. Harry knows how I feel. He knows that all I ever talk about is her. He, new all along. Oh my god, I hate him. I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate him right now. He is dead to me. I bite my lip and glare at them both. “How long?” I spat out.

Hermione noticed that time that I was angry. She frowned and said, “6 months.”

I scowled, deeper, my face turning even more red if possible. “WHAT?” I shouted.

Hermione jumped, and Harry gently said, “6 Months Ron. We got together when we went to visit you this summer.” He blushed, knowing he was in deep shit now. The smug bastard just could not look at me.

I heard several gasps, a few scoffs, a few sniggers and a few sighs.

I picked up my wine glass, chugged it down and I was so angry that the glass broke into my hand, causing my hand to bleed. I didn’t notice the pain. My heart was too hurt to care about a little blood. Hermione noticed that I was bleeding and frowned, scooting closer to take care for my hand.

“Ohhh Ron, you’re bleeding. Here let me help you.” Hermione said, grabbing my hand and a clean napkin.

I tore my hand out of her hand and glared at Hermione and Harry. “Get your bloody hands off of me.”

Goyle snorted, “But your hand is the one that is bleeding.”

Crabbe laughed, “Ya you dumb-ass.”

Draco slapped them both on there back of there heads while Blaize glared at them and yelled at them to shut up. I blocked them and everyone else out. Still, gazing at my two so-called-best-friends.

“But, Ron. I was only trying to help.” She whispered, frowning.

Harry held on to her free hand, giving her a squeeze for support. “Ya Ron, she was only being nice.”

I laughed, “She was only trying to help? Is that so? Do you honestly think that I am worried about my friggering hand bleeding right now? My bloody heart is broken, its bleeding right now. And you both think that I’m worried about my fucking hand?”

“But,Ronald, why is your heart broken? You should be happy for us. We’re in love.” Hermione insisted.

Love? What a croak. I let out a loud laugh, everyone in the room winced at the sound. Everyone new it was fake. There was no happiness in my laughter at all. “Why is my heart broken, Hermione asks?” I said to myself laughing more. I then snort, mimicking her, “We’re in love.” I shake my head in disgust.

“In love Mione? Really? That is funny that you two are in love. Its funny how my backstabbing best friend, new that I was in love with you Mione for years and all I ever did was gossip about you, smiling and giggling, always so happy when I talked about you. And my best friend has been shagging you for half of a year. Ha you probably even shagged in my bed.” Mione blushed at that and I new it was true.

I bit my lip for a half of a second and then glared at Harry. “How the bloody hell could you do it Harry? You new, since day one that I’ve loved her. That she was MY MIONE. You’ve never liked her this way. You’ve always like Cho. I’m the one whom fancied Hermione. I’m the one who’d do anything for her. “I shook my head in disgust and spat out, “Even if she did like you a little, and you didn’t like her at all, you should not of went out with her. You new that, that would kill me.” I stood up and started pacing back in forth. “HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO IT HARRY? YOU WERE MY BEST MATE! MY FIRST FREAKING FRIEND. WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?”

“I was lonely.” Harry said, pathetically. He new it was a pathetic answer. So did Hermione and everyone else.

I snorted. “You were lonely? How freaking rich. My heart is breaking right now, because my best friend was lonely.” I said and added, “Then why the heck didn’t you ask Cho out? She liked you. Instead you had to start dating my girl.” I walked up to him and glared down at his face. “You know that I hate you now, dontcha? That nothing that you say or do will ever make me change my mind about both of you.”

Hermione whispered, “Both of us?”

I turn around and glared at her, “Yes both of you. I can’t believe how fucking stupid you are Mione. It does not take a genius to know how I feel about you. Heck the whole bloody school knows about it. I reckoned that you would’ve discovered it when I was jealous about Victor Krum and you. Didn’t you ever wonder how I can idolize him one second and want to pound his face in the other second?”

“I thought you were just being my friend.” She whispered. “Looking, out for me.”

I laughed, “No Mione, I was a jealous bastard. I wanted to kill the guy. I hated seeing his eyes on you and kissing you. I was jealous because I thought of you as mine.”

She blushed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know Ron.”

I snarl at her, “Of course you didn’t know. You’re so bloody stupid. You’re the smartest freaking person in this school Hermione but you’re also the dumbest. You can’t even read your best friends mind. Tell that he fancies you? How freaking Pathetic. You may be the smartest person in this school, but you’re also the one with the thickest head.”

“Now Ron, we know that your hurt, and that you hate us, but you have no right to talk to my girlfriend that way. She had not known your feelings for her. It’s not her fault that you didn’t tell her.” Harry started, but I cut him off with a glare.

“Don’t you freaking talk to me, you backstabbing arsehole. You haven’t the right to speak one word to me after what you’ve done.” I spat, making my fist tighter, walking up to him. “ I want nothing to do with you anymore Harry. We are no longer friends. I’m no longer on your side.” I said, knowing he didn’t know what I meant about that.

“Oh Ronald Weasley, you do not mean that.” Hermione said, squeezing Harry’s hand.

I let out a laugh, “Oh don’t I? I think that I do. And Mione? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore either. We are no longer friends. I hope that you’re happy with Harry. Because I’ve just realized that you’re nothing but a filthy, mudblood, trallop.” I spat, smirking when I saw Hermione burst out in tears. “Aww is the mudblood crying? How cute. Maybe your dog Harry will lick your tears off.” I said smirking.

I snarled at Harry and spat, “You can have her, I don’t want that filth anyway. I hope you two are miserable together.” I spat, punching Harry hard in the face, laughing when his glasses broke. “Oy I’ve always wanted to do that. Be the one whose broken your glasses.”

I heard Malfoy, the twins; Snape and a few others snigger at that. I then hit you in the nose, enjoying when I hear a crack. I laugh when I see Hermione gasp, and tend to Harry. I then turned away, walking away, smirking when I hear my twins yelling at him and hearing a few punches. I then hear a loud smack and know that my dear little sister must’ve smacked Hermione. Yes. Those back stabbing friends are getting what they deserve. I continue walking out, not noticing that some people are following me.

Geeze, what a great Christmas.

TBC

Next: Who are the people following Ron? There are a few.

Someone kisses Ron.

But who is it? You’ll be very surprised who it is.

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 14:57:02 GMT

Hello, I am very new to this community so I hope this is allowed. I am a fan of this pairing, it is very interesting though I am new. I was wondering if anyone could recommend some stories where Draco is the dominant one in the relationship. Thank you all in advance!

MOD NOTE: Reopening

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 13:46:03 GMT

Okay, everyone. I have re-opened membership and entry submissions, now that the hubbub has died down.

Please still be respectful of others by putting spoilers or fic with potential spoilers under a cut.

Thank you.

Since, unfortunately, this is an issue...

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 22:39:57 GMT

This is a DH Public Service Announcement. XD

Go to your Admin Console and type the following:

ban_set wasteofpages

Hit "execute".

Do the same for these:

ban_set harrypooter
ban_set hpspoilerific
ban_set nowah
ban_set jacjoyce

Apparently these people are commenting with spoilers on unsuspecting journals, so if you fear being spoiled, banning them from commenting is a good option.

If you run an HP community (or a community with a large number of HP fans) and want to prevent them from being spoiled, put this in the Admin Console:

ban_set wasteofpages from communitynamehere

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:03:58 GMT

ATTENTION: SPOILER PROBLEMS

Membership to this community is closed and all new entries will be moderated until this Saturday, July 21st at 5 pm. Unfortunately, someone decided they wanted to spoil everyone about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, (a troll, no doubt) and I just flat out don't think it's cool to spoil people like that. I mean, I'm personally pissed I saw it at all, so this community is basically going on lockdown (though obviously legit posts will go through). No more spoilers.

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 00:57:31 GMT

Hey everyone!

I hope this is allowed (feel free to delete if it's not), but I just wanted to let you all know that I've created a community for Ron/Draco shippers that are attending Prophecy.

prophecy_rd

So if you're attending Prophecy (and you love R/D), come check it out!

x-posted a bit

University of Wizardry

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 20:11:01 GMT

Hey everyone. Check out this forum. It's post-hogwarts during the Harry's era. Check it out and please join.

http://uniofwizardry.proboards52.com/index.cgi

Thanks,
Eros

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 07:36:53 GMT

hp_funnyfest

The launch of the First Annual HP Funnyfest!!!

Why Funny?
We are sick of angst and character death - we suspect there may be more of the same in a certain book, due out in July - and we wanted to have a good laugh, beforehand.

What sort of Funny?
Any sort of Funny – smutty!Funny, crack!Funny, baby-Weasley!Funny, plugs!Arthur!Funny, smitten!Hagrid!Funny, WWW!Funny...

hp_funnyfest

rec lists?

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 01:02:09 GMT

Can anyone link me to some Ron/Draco rec lists?

Thanks in advance!!

X-posted a bit - Sorry!

long R/D fics?

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 04:02:24 GMT

Hey, I hate to annoy you all with a fic search, but I was wondering if anyone could direct me to some Draco/Ron fics that are on the longer side.

Any rating. Self recs are welcome. No Draco or Ron character death and please, only happy/hopeful endings. And no WIP.

Oh! and no hints of Harry/Draco (even if it was in the past) - While I can enjoy this pairing, I don't like hearing about it while reading a Draco/Ron.

Um, no cheating fics either...unless it's the boys cheating on someone else to be with each other.

Thanks in advance!

Crossposted to weaselandferret - sorry!

When the Past Catches Up with You... - New chapter

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 10:52:49 GMT

I really need to work on my update intervals...

Title: When the Past Catches Up with You...
Pairing: Draco/Ron, secondary: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Summary: Ron is confronted with his past and must decide. But will he be able to bear the consequences when his life turns upside down?
This Chapter: In a small town you can't avoid each other...

Chapter 7 - Reunion

...
With feelings still confused, Draco decided to leave the club again as fast as possible. He was sure that he wouldn't be able find distraction anymore. But when he turned around his gaze once again came to rest upon the table Ron was sitting at and what he could see in the crepuscular light made him freeze instantly.

Ron wasn't alone.
...

Many thanks go to mamalaz for doing such a great beta-job. xxx

I hope you enjoy the new installment. And remember - feeback is like chocolate - sweet and addictive. ;)

Fic: Homosexuals Anonymous

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 13:54:07 GMT

Title: Homosexuals Anonymous
Author: mamalaz
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: Just shy of 10,000
Story Summary: "Being a pureblood homosexual in the wizard world is not easy, especially if you're male. Both Draco and Ron join a new support group for gay purebloods, each for their own reasons. As the meetings progress, they find they have more in common than they've ever wanted to admit and the mututal hatred they've always had may just have been attraction in disguise."
Notes: Written for the Ron/Draco Summer Feast. Prompt by alexandripearl.
Link: Homosexuals Anonymous

RPG

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 00:17:16 GMT

After 7 years of school at Hogwarts, the students have finally graduated and they are now ready to move on with their lives. Most are attending Akashic University in Cardiff, Wales, with students from all around the world.
Come study with familiar and new characters!

Still Not in Denial - Chapter Six & an LJ Community

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 16:19:17 GMT

Title: Resurrection: Still Not in Denial
Chapter Title The Prodigal Son
Author: MamaLaz
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R-NC17
Story Summary: When the one’s we care for die, there is nothing we can do but try and get over it – but a trivial thing like death won’t stop Draco Malfoy getting back what belongs to him. The second book in the Denial Series.
Chapter Summary: After a fight with Hermione, Draco has left Hogwarts and has gone back home to Lucius.
Link 1: Here at ff.net! :D
Link 2: Here at my LJ Community! :D
Previous Chapters: Here! :D

Oh, and by the way, this is a link to my LJ fic community, MamaLazFics - please feel free to join! :D

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 17:47:00 GMT

Hi everyone, I'm pimping for a new Harry Potter RP board.

http://z13.invisionfree.com/RP__Board__/index.php?act=idx

It's slightly different from regular RP boards, you can actually play any character you want and you can mix it up.

There is a section for silly RPing as well as a section for serious RPing, not to mention a section for other fandoms as well.
All sorts of posts are welcome, slash, het, any and all pairings, anything your hearts desire. Just have fun with it.

and while I'm at it here is my other board, which is basically just crack and good times
http://s9.invisionfree.com/Hogwarts__School__/index.php

((sorry if this isn't allowed, feel free to delete it if isn't))

New fic: Walking Each Other Home

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 15:13:43 GMT

Title: Walking Each Other Home
Author: Thevina
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: R, for strong language and mention of adult activities, but strangely enough (for me), nothing actually happens in the story itself
Summary: The map of the human heart- challenging terrain for an inexperienced cartographer. Especially so if it's Draco in denial, and Ron Weasley is involved.
A/N: Intermediary story in the Magic Immunity universe, from Draco's POV. Set roughly before and after "All That I'm Good for Is You."

Cross-posted to several other R/D communities; apologies to those of us who subscribe to all of them. ;)

A flash of red across the club caught Draco's eye. He allowed his gaze surreptitiously to meander to its source. It was a ginger haired man, but his looks were nowhere near as striking as those of the extraordinary, enthusiastically passionate red haired man Draco had slept with the night before. Apparently all it took these days for him to think about Ron was seeing anybody with red hair. Draco sighed into his gimlet. He was pathetic. And yet— it brought Draco no small sense of smug satisfaction to remember the endearing look of surprise on Ron's face he'd seen last night. Draco had wrung an apparently mind-blowing orgasm out of his fiery, but delightfully inexperienced lover. They'd been together a little over three months, and Ron hadn't balked when Draco decided to introduce Ron to the joys of anal beads. While Ron was willing for Draco to use some of his toys, he wasn't ready or necessarily interested in letting Draco penetrate him personally. Draco didn't mind; with Ron especially out of his recent handful of partners, Draco reveled in being properly ploughed. In fact, at times he'd had to encourage Ron to use more abandon. It wasn't as though he was going to break Draco.

"Merlin, Draco, you're in another world!" Draco's cousin Cassandra snapped her fingers in front of his face in a showy gesture.

"Yeah, you've been preoccupied lately," Nadine echoed.

"I most certainly have not," Draco said haughtily. "You're the one who's been so caught up in your own drama with that Colin fellow that you nearly sent my Tidewater Pearls analysis to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and vice versa." He scowled half-heartedly over his glass.

"Sorry."

"Draco, don't talk work! We're out to have fun," Cassandra chided him, her American accent as distinctive as her distantly-related Malfoysian aristocratic looks. "With the dreamy look you just had on your face, you're at least having fun in your head." She arched a perfectly-groomed black eyebrow. "You haven't dished yet on who you're shagging these days. Or are you like me, in an inexcusably long dry period?"

"I'm pretty sure he's shagging somebody," Nadine said coyly, a small smile on her lips.

Draco regretted having introduced his personal assistant to his cousin, however long ago it was that Cassandra had taken to coming to visit regularly. The two had, as he'd suspected, gotten along swimmingly, but he didn't care for discussing his personal life in front of Nadine. With Cassandra he could share every luscious detail, but he didn't work with her, and usually she lived in another part of the world.

"My sex life, as fascinating as it may be, is not up for discussion."

"You're no fun," Cassandra pouted.

"On the contrary," Draco said, pressing his tongue against the back of his front teeth. "I'm very fun. And while in fact there is someone who would currently attest to that, I'm not mentioning names."

"I knew it!" Nadine clapped her hands together with glee. "I've heard you humming on occasion. Very quiet, mind," she clarified as Draco accosted her with a glare.

"Good for you." Cassandra took a sip of her drink. "Doesn't matter who it is as long as you're being treated well."

An all-too-vivid image of Ron's mouth surrounding his cock leapt to mind. "Most definitely."

"Sounds serious." Nadine finished her drink. "Ooooh! I love this song!" she enthused. "I'm going to go dance. Anybody else?"

"Sure." Cassandra pushed away from the table.

"Actually, I think I'll head home." Draco pulled out a dragonskin money holder and began figuring his part of the tab.

"Boo, hiss," Cassandra said, sticking out her bright pink tongue. "We'll talk later."

"Bye Draco!" Nadine called from over her shoulder.

Draco waved goodbye, gathering his coat before leaving the club. Normally he would've loved to stay and dance. In the past, 'normally' would also have included finding a hot body, doing a quick seduction, and having a night of strings-free, athletic fucking. Now, however, that was out of the question. Or was it? He and Ron hadn't said they were exclusive. They didn't talk about their status at all, for which Draco was grateful. Extended relationships were not his strong suit. He was still engrossed in those thoughts as he Apparated to his house in London. It felt — empty. Or anticipatory, as though even his residence was waiting for Ron to appear. Draco frowned. This was not supposed to be serious. He didn't do serious.

Going into the kitchen, Draco vacillated between making tea or having a brandy. Shrugging, he decided on both. A quick wand flick later, the burner under his kettle was lit. What was Ron to him? Another torrent of visions came to him, mostly erotic in nature; Ron's kisses, hot and needy; the welcome burn in Draco's body when Ron pushed inside him; Ron's undisguised happiness each time they met and the wistful, careful way he said goodbye, the regret at parting plainly expressed on his face.

That drew him up short. Ron really fancied him, more than just the sex. The very satisfying, frequent sex. They'd been together every weekend and no few weeknights for several months, and it suddenly occurred to Draco that this didn't bother him nearly as much as it should.

"My boyfriend, Ron Weasley," Draco said aloud, just to sample the words. Not distasteful, but certainly not familiar. Like having pickled ginger spooned into your mouth when expecting mashed potatoes. The set of words seemed innocuous enough as he said them again, but the implication made him uncomfortable. He poured the brandy and sat at the table, mulling each word in turn. My. Of course he was. Draco didn't belong to anyone. Boyfriend. Not a word that Draco had used very often; it seemed a rather stupid descriptor, but there weren't many other options. It implied exclusivity. Did he feel like sticking to a diet of pure Ron? Ron Weasley. He sighed. He was very fond of their time spent together, especially in various states of undress.

"You like talking with him, too," an inner voice reminded him. "Despite his background, he's not after your money. And he's obviously totally smitten with you."

"Which is precisely why I need to spend some time away from him," Draco said aloud as the kettle began to boil. "Next he'll be sending hearts and flowers and all that rot." He prepared his tea, ignoring the curdling sensation in his stomach as he resolved to himself not to be available to Ron for a little while. Grudgingly he acknowledged he'd never felt the warm, comforting feelings he experienced around Ron for anyone else before. Surely it wasn't good for him; Draco wasn't the boyfriend type. Most importantly, he was very, very uncomfortable with the idea of needing someone, of having fallen so far that he couldn't easily get back out. He'd just not be available for a while and see what happened. He was used to walking his path alone.

* * * * *

"Oh. Well, maybe next Thursday? I have a bit of an event, actually."

Ron looked surprisingly nervous, his face radiant in Draco's fireplace.

"What's that?" Draco asked. He was overly eager, considering he'd just informed Ron that he was swamped with work and unable to meet up at any point over the weekend. This, of course, was rubbish.

"Work. I'm getting an award. Superlative Class for Outstanding Healing. It's a really high level of achievement."

"Ron, that's brilliant. After what you did for me, especially seeing as it was outside of St. Mungo's, you certainly deserve it. Circe's tits, I should have given you my own award."

Ron seemed to mull over his words before replying. "I'd say that you did," he said with a tender smile that made Draco want to gnash his teeth, find a Time Turner, and take back his comments about being unavailable.

"You flatter me," Draco drawled, trying to infuse his voice with just a hint of its childhood malice. "Don't be an arsehole!" his inner voice seethed.

"No, it's just true. Do you think you could come to the ceremony? It shouldn't be too awful, and we can go out afterwards."

"Let me say tentatively yes. If I can't, I'll be sure to let you know." Merlin, Draco did not want to be having this discussion. This was a public event; Ron's parents might even be there. Had Ron told them — Merlin forbid — that they were a couple? It had quite honestly never occurred to Draco that most of Ron's family had survived the War. He couldn't begin to imagine what they would think if he showed up, metaphorically speaking, on Ron's arm.

"Sounds good." Ron looked a little disappointed, but seemed to take it in stride. "Sorry I won't see you over the weekend. If you need a break, just owl me."

"Thanks. I'll talk to you soon."

"Bye." Ron's face disappeared, leaving Draco sitting on the cold hearth.

This was unacceptable. Draco simply wasn't used to having warring voices in his head, one berating him and another reminding him of how socially catastrophic it would be, standing in judgment before a tribe of Weasleys.

Wait just a bloody minute; no Weasley had better judge him. They should be grateful Draco had become infatuated with Ron. Draco had social capital. Draco had capital, period. He didn't need to work, of course— but he got dreadfully bored when he didn't. He could take Ron to all sorts of exotic locales, show him cities and art and dine on succulent dishes no Weasley had ever experienced…

…all after Draco got over him, that was, or at least they had an understanding. As long as they continued to enjoy each other's company and the sex was satisfying and they didn't call each other boyfriend… well, that could be okay. They could be lovers. Torrid, passionate lovers.

"Fuck," he swore.

In his ever-randy and imaginative mind's eye, he'd Apparated Ron to Italy, paraded him around in the briefest of swimming togs — and a strong sunblock charm — and was fellating Ron's gorgeous shaft on a hotel balcony. "Now I'll be stuck wanking when I could've had the real thing."

He actually did have some reports to work on, though they could certainly wait until tomorrow. He'd not indulged in time pleasuring himself as much as he had in the past; these days he didn't need to. Tonight, however, it would be a date with his dust-gathering porn collection and his hand. Rest assured his sheets would bear scorch marks when he and Ron did get together again, even if he had to deal with the Weasleys Senior first.

* * * * *

As it turned out, Draco did indeed have a mostly civil showdown with Arthur and Molly. Ron hadn't told them anything about the man he was seeing, and, in fact, didn't say as such throughout the awards ceremony. Draco was impressed at their ability to ignore the fact that Ron put his arm around Draco's shoulder as they sat; it was not unlike refusing to comment on a tap-dancing hippogriff right in front of them. Miraculously, Ron didn't bring it up later, either. Then again, Draco kept him rather occupied for most of the evening.

The next day Draco spent an inordinate amount of time making plans for Saturday: a morning around London with shopping (for him), pick-up Quidditch with an enthusiastic albeit not terribly talented club team in the afternoon (for Ron), and an evening that would involve a blindfold and a specially formulated edible oil from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' adult line. Of all the Weasleys save Ron, Draco had the most respect for George. It was unfortunate as he was sure the now-solo twin couldn't stand him.

And then, Ron sent him an owl.

Dear Draco,

Just realised I'd not told you I've got to go off for a fortnight's conference. It's been on my calendar for ages, but I guess I didn't know what to say — well, I didn't want to assume anything. But it would be quite rude to leave town for two weeks and not tell you. I'll be stuck in lectures and refresher courses, eating institutional food in Aberystwyth. You hadn't said anything about your own plans, so I hope I've not accidentally mucked things up.

I'll definitely miss you.

I'll drop by your London place when I get back. If there's an emergency, please owl me.

Yours,

Ron

Draco was too disheartened to tell his inner voice to piss off when it said, "You deserved that."

* * * * *

It was still two days before Ron was scheduled to return when Draco found himself prostrate before his neediness, woeful and lonely. And willing to admit it.

"About time," Cassandra said, casting a sympathetic smile as she emitted a long stream of cigarette smoke. "It's okay to miss somebody, you know."

"No, it's not," Draco sulked, drinking his gimlet. "I'm not allowed. Can't need. Can't want. Can't long for somebody. It just doesn't work that way for a Malfoy. I'm supposed to be impervious to that sentimental tripe."

Cassandra shook her head, her black hair streaming over her shoulders in a manner eerily reminiscent of Lucius's. "He must be really something, whoever he is. Quidditch player? Exotic dancer? Banker?" she leered.

"He's a classmate of mine from Hogwarts, and I used to hate him. I can't tell you how much." With a gentleness Draco showed only a very few people, he began to list Ron's attributes. "He's a Healer, and a fucking good one. When I got hit with that Persona immunata hex of Irvinia's, he's the one who cured me. For reasons I can't fathom, his company doesn't grate my nerves after an hour, like nearly everyone else in the world, present company excepted."

Cassandra had the grace not to comment, merely nodding before Draco continued.

"He smells good. He tastes even better. He gives back as much as I dish out, and likes me anyway. He stands up for himself. He's not intimidated by me, at all. I've about gone mad since we haven't shagged; he's—"

"Too much information," Cassandra interrupted glass at her lips. "Not in front of She Who Is Still Disgustingly Celibate."

"I wasn't going to be lewd," Draco admonished, though he was comfortable enough with his cousin to tell all, it was true. "Well, maybe. I'm going to be honest. I've fucked a lot of people, maybe too many, if that's even possible. He's just different, and not in a bizarrely pervy way. This will sound ridiculously clichéd, but I'm comfortable with him and miss his body, but not just that. The sex is great, and I hope it always is." He paused and took a sip of his drink. "We seem like companions, like I'd really miss him if he weren't around. Like we're headed somewhere, together." Draco looked balefully at Cassandra. "I'm hopeless. This isn't me, this isn't Draco, not supposed to happen, not with him."

She gave him a long, calculated look.

"Think it's too late. I'd consider myself lucky and call it a day." She took a drag on her cigarette. "Now go get busy, loverboy, and find someone like that for me."

* * * * *

On the occasion of their five month anniversary, Draco got his wish and whisked Ron away to a sun and sex drenched holiday — to the Canary Islands, however, not Italy. Ironically, it was only after they'd made it to the eight month mark that they had their first big fight. By now they had a Friday night ritual nearly carved in stone; Ron picked up dinner and brought it to his flat in Glasgow and Draco joined him. Draco was becoming ever more the culinary enthusiast and cooked the rest of the weekend, but he knew Ron appreciated having control over the Friday night meal. Usually they'd watch a movie, either Muggle or Wizard; oftentimes Draco couldn't tell the difference. This was followed by the Friday night shag. Like so many things Draco had discovered about himself since seeing Ron, he was surprised at how soothing the routine was. He was even more shocked because he wanted to ask Ron to make it semi-permanent.

Draco was lying down, relaxing in a pleasantly sated afterglow. He ran his fingers gently through Ron's wiry pubic hair when he made what he thought was a perfectly reasonable request.

"I'd like to invite your parents over for dinner," he said, his voice huskier than usual as Ron had inspired him to be rather vocal.

"You would?" Ron shifted to be able to look down at Draco.

"Yes." Draco nodded thoughtfully and placed a kiss on Ron's chest. "I'd like to have them at my place. Not the Manor, I think that'd be a bit much. But the weather's nice enough, we could eat outside. What do you think they'd like? I've made a few lamb dishes you scarfed down. Maybe—"

"Why are you suggesting this?"

Draco looked up in surprise, hand still possessively at Ron's groin. "Well it's certainly not to poison them."

Ron frowned before bafflement settled in his expression. "Not funny. Really. What are you on about?"

"Why do I have to be on about anything?" The inner dragon that manifested itself as Draco's anger began puffing smoke. "Maybe I just thought that as I've not seen them since your event at St. Mungo's and you and I are practically living together, that perhaps I could make an overture to show I mean well."

Ron glowered, thunderstruck. "Implying that you assume my parents think you're just using me now and have been for months? Merlin!" he yelled. "Nice to know your true opinion of them. I'll have you know they're glad I'm with you."

"Oh really?" Draco sneered, scooting off of Ron to sit across from him, arms crossed over his chest. The wrath was simmering, ready to burst out in scalding fury. It was a feeling Ron had invoked so easily when they were young, but not once since they'd become reacquainted— until now. "Can you honestly sit there and tell me your parents are genuinely pleased and supportive of you having me as your lover?"

"I thought we were boyfriends!" Ron exclaimed, hurt and anger battling for dominance in his demeanour. "You said you loved me," he said in a low, threatening voice. "At least you said so one time."

"I do," Draco snarled, "which is why I find it fucking unbelievable that you're so fucking suspicious of me wanting to cook for your parents. Forget it." He hurled himself off of the bed, fingers shaking with rage as he pulled on his clothes in undignified jerky motions.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ron bellowed, getting off the bed. Naked and hands clenched into fists, he stormed over to Draco.

"Leaving," Draco said, grinding the word through clenched teeth. He pulled a button through his shirt with such vitriol it popped off and flew against the wall. "All I wanted to do was have your parents to dinner, try and get it across to them that I really do care about you." He stood to full height, glaring into Ron's ire-flushed face. "You look straight into my eyes and tell me that Molly and Arthur Weasley don't think you're out of your fucking mind to be with me."

Ron stared back. The intensity in his blue eyes would otherwise have been alarming, but Draco was so furious he didn't care. "They may not understand, but they trust me," Ron said.

"So they DO question our relationship!" Draco said in dark triumph. The truth of it slashed open wounds and suspicions he'd tried so carefully to hide away, not that he was going to let Ron know about them.

"I've tried to explain!" Ron said, panic beginning to creep into his raspy voice. "It's not like I'm twelve. I can make my own decisions, and they don't have to like them. Why are you suddenly so worried about what they think?" He lifted a hand as though to place it on Draco's arm but seeing the warning daggers Draco knew his gaze held, thought better of it.

Draco held his head up, chin jutting out. "On a very basic level, I don't care if they say little prayers to their ancestors every night, hoping that I'm still doing Dark Magic and that I hex myself into a thousand little bits. But frankly Ron, I'd thought we should live together." He imposed as impassive an expression as he could, not reacting to Ron's deep breath and blanching face. "Fuck, obviously that's not going over well," he thought. "If we were going to, or were before I'd said anything, since this appears not to be an idea that has any appeal to you, I'd—"

"I didn't think you'd ever want that," Ron interrupted in a rush, shaking his head. "I mean, it's one thing to go on a short holiday, but you've never said anything—"

"I said something to you I'd only ever said to my parents," Draco said, very pleased that there were no quavers in his voice. "And Severus."

"You had a thing… with Snape?" Ron looked ready to faint.

"No, you idiot. He saved my life, perhaps you remember?" Draco rolled his eyes and let his breath out with a huff. "I assure you that if we'd moved in together he would've had all sorts of commentary about my choice of partner."

"If we had. You've already changed your mind?" Ron said, resembling nothing so much as a whipped dog. "But I didn't even get a chance to say yes."

Draco scrutinised Ron's face. It wasn't as though he needed to; unlike himself, Ron hadn't hidden an emotion in his life, or certainly didn't seem capable of it. Misery or something unpleasantly similar was rolling through the anger that had been there moments ago. "You would've said yes?"

Ron nodded. "Can I tell you something?" he said cautiously, perhaps recognising as keenly as Draco did how thin the peace was that stretched between them.

"Sure." Refusing to look down, emotionally Draco stepped onto the tightrope connecting them.

"There was somebody, once."

"I don't know that now's the time to tell me that kind of story."

"No, it's not like that. He never knew. And I never told him. I mean, there've been a few other blokes I've been with, but nothing that meant very much. I just couldn't get into them like I have with you. It's hard to explain."

Draco balanced carefully. "This other person. Are you still interested? Because I don't share."

"No." The word was decisive, and Ron crumpled somewhat after saying it. "Will you stay? Please don't go like this. No one's ever told me they loved me. Not flat out. Even if it was during sex."

He wobbled violently on the rope. Draco pressed his fingers into his palms tightly enough to leave crescent marks. "Given that it was said in the proverbial throes of passion, you think I didn't mean it?" He could feel the flush at his throat, the bruising anger beginning to hammer to be released.

"No, of course not." Ron held both hands just above Draco's shoulders, awaiting permission. Draco didn't grant it, instead boring into Ron's eyes, daring him to say one wrong word that would send Draco tumbling back into his solitary abyss.

"Draco," Ron beseeched. "I'm cheerful being around you, even when I know you're bored at a Cannons' match, or I'm stuck with you in the markets for hours. It's like a bit of colour goes out of everything when we're not together. Like I'd been lost, y'know, wandering and wandering and well, what do you know but there's a bloody sign that says 'feels better than being at home' and it points to you."

Draco raised an eyebrow and Ron's large, sweaty palms lowered down. "I didn't expect this," Ron went on, "Merlin knows, but I love you, too. I can't think of anything better than being together every night, putting my stuff with yours."

"I'd noticed you'd been quite careful not to leave anything. Ever."

Ron's wounded look caught Draco by surprise. "I thought it would bother you."

"I gave you your own toothbrush to keep at my place!" Draco exclaimed, flabbergasted. "Isn't that practically an invitation in and of itself?"

"Wouldn't know," Ron said, shrugging slowly. "Nobody's asked me to stay for very long."

Draco leaned forward, lips hovering ever so slightly away from Ron's. He savoured the heat of Ron's breath as some was caught, drawn into his own mouth as they breathed. In and out, the heated air became an alembic, distilling the world to the infinitesimal gap between them. Draco realised he'd gotten safely across to the other side.

"Stay with me."

NEw Fic.

Mon, 29 May 2006 12:04:00 GMT

Title: Circumstances
Author: Zilpha Q.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Beta: stuckinsea and duskspoken.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of J. K. Rowling, but all plot is mine.
Summary: Ron awakes in a strange room, only to be plagued with the memories of the previous night.
Author Notes: This is my first rated R fic, so if any awkwardness, it's due to my awkwardness approaching it.
Warnings: Sexual Situations. Violence. Language.

Strained, he erupted with hoarse laughter. I glared at him; my hands loosened as I was caught off guard.

Four R/D Ficlets

Tue, 23 May 2006 00:13:11 GMT

I wrote four R/D mini-ficlets for a request meme and figured I might as well post them here.

Hope you guys like.

Title: Crepes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ron and Draco have breakfast together.
Notes: Written for incoherenteye

Title: The End of the World
Rating: R
Summary: The war is raging and Ron and Draco are caught in the thick of it.
Notes: Requested by cugami

Title: The Art of Seduction, by Ron Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ron has to seduce Draco. And it's all Seamus's fault.
Notes: Requested by suckerforlove__

Title: The Ron Solo and Draco the Hut Star Wars Parody
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ron owes Draco more than money...
Notes: Requested by civilbloodshed