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log; ongoing
When; Satuday, July 17; afternoon
Rating; PG-13ish
Characters; Ron Weasley![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_wheezy, Draco Malfoy veiled_faith, and Cedric Diggory part_hero
Summary; Ron's very popular today. Like, really. Everybody wants a piece, and he's being rather stingy about it.
Log;
Ron locked the door to the flat behind him, a bit wary about stepping outside for the day. The curse, so far as he could tell, could lend itself as both worrisome and harmless. He wasn't completely sure, and denied it apart from that, but he probably was just hit on by Malfoy, which was somewhat disturbing. If nothing else, he could have a good laugh at the other boy tomorrow. Draco would hate it, certainly.
He stopped in front of the stair-well to look out of the window and into the street, just to make sure that he wouldn't walk straight into an extremely intimate moment. This was all very odd, and he was a relatively reserved person, aside. Not need to be rude (or disgusted) if you could help it.
--
Draco was very good at stalking. He had long since decided it was a Malfoy trait, to be able to watch and take intel and not be noticed. The only thing was- Draco only had a handfull of people he determined worthy to use said talent on. He had never actually though to use it on one Ron Weasley- but it just seemed to make perfect sense today.
Silver eyes narrowed and a predatory smile curled his lips as he saw the red-head draw to a stop. This was absolutely perfect. But- it wouldn't do to let up the supense too soon. He waited for Weasley to move.
--
He was none the wiser, of course. Add something else to the list of Things Malfoy Should Be Obnoxiously Proud Of. The outside didn't look too bad, though, so he shrugged lightly to himself and headed down the flights of stairs to the building's door. He reached the curb with no issue, and even had a smirk at some character down the street professing his undying affections to a lamp-post.
Ananova had given him a grochery list, as it turned out, when he confessed that he was feeling antsy. He pulled it from his trouser pocket, trying to remember which store was where and what the best route to take would be. He needed to try and write Luna, as well, when he got back to the flat. He probably hadn't made properly sure that she was settled. And tonight was the night set aside to watch muggle programs with Ginny on the television. Schedules kept him busy, not thinking about the troubles of his own world, not worrying about the potential troubles of the City.
--
Sharp eyes narrowed as soon as that firey red head appeared and started moving and- bloody hell, had that smirk always been so endearing? He shouldn't be thinking this way. But it didn't feel unusual at all- is only anxiety was what his father, his mother would think if they caught wind of this. The Weasleys and the Malfoys were mortal enemies. Always had been.
And yet Draco couldn't help it. Weasley was standing at the street corner- Draco wasn't about to let him get away. Today was his day. So, without a sound, or a word, he lunged from his hiding spot, grabbed Ron about the collar and yanked him around- all but slamming him against the building wall and pressin flush up against him, all bright eyes and slow smile. "...Weasley."
--
Instinctually, because he'd just been basically plucked out a war, Ron assumed he was being attacked. He'd only just gotten his hand around his wand before he was slammed into the wall of his building, and... It was Malfoy. "Bloody hell," he cursed, pulling a face of slight displeasure and definate disbelief. And Malfoy somehow found it very appropriote to lean on him, or something, hold him down... Eh. This was a bit embarrassing, now wasn't it. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me."
--
Draco hummed from somewhere in his throat, his eyes still bright but for the fact they were half-lidded. He shifted, and it was almost as though he were trying to climb Ron's chest to get closer to him, chin lifting to bump his nose to Ron's freckled one. "Kidding?" He chuckled, low from his chest, a sound of playful pleasure. "No kidding around here, Weasley."
--
Okay, ew. Ron, for the most part, had stopped believing in cooties long ago, but... Seriously. He pulled another face, nose wrinkling, shifting as best he could to push the smaller boy away, "For Merlin's sake, you great git." The Slytherin was frighteningly determined, as Ron had to put up a bit of a struggle to get him at arms length, "Off. Go away."
--
The fact that Ron pushed him away didn't deter the Malfoy at all. In fact, he just smiled wider, a little more coy, and curled cool palms around the other boy's tanned wrists, his grip firm but not bruising. As though staking some sort of claim. The look Draco gave him was decidedly flirtatious, sideways and through pale eyelashes. "You're cute when you're playing hard to get Weasley." And he shifted, trying to press close again.
--
And, as Malfoy tried to press close, Ron redoubled his efforts to keep him away, "I'm not playing hard to get, I seriously want you to go away." And why had he not figured out earlier that Draco was secretly such a bloody woman, apparently placed on a level that not even Lavender Brown could've reached. (But, then, Lavender was decidedly more agreeable than Malfoy was.)
He really wanted his wrists released, and so tried to worm his arms from Malfoy's grip, which was something that just didn't work when you were also trying to use those arms to push said person away.
--
Most definitely, the squirming didn't do a whole lot. In fact, it gave Draco the release he needed and he surged close to Ron again, pressed so the boy's wrists were held above both their shoulders, torsos flush and Draco's pale pointed face so close he could breathe Ron's breath. It made his stomach flip over, worse than Pansy or anyone ever had. And with that thought he paused for a moment- just looking at the red-head softly, thoughtfully.
--
This had officially become decidedly uncomfortable on at least two levels. One, there was never any reason on this or any other earth that Draco should be... What? Attempting to be intimate with him, or whatever. Two, there was something very wrong about the image of Draco seeming capable of any emotions other than overestimated pride and stupidity (the latter of which has been changed to an emotion specifically for this small list). He looked... deep, comtemplative; he thought that he might've seen something similar on Hermione.
Um. Three, Draco should in no way be comparable to Hermione.
Rating; PG-13ish
Characters; Ron Weasley
the_wheezy, Draco Malfoy veiled_faith, and Cedric Diggory part_heroSummary; Ron's very popular today. Like, really. Everybody wants a piece, and he's being rather stingy about it.
Log;
Ron locked the door to the flat behind him, a bit wary about stepping outside for the day. The curse, so far as he could tell, could lend itself as both worrisome and harmless. He wasn't completely sure, and denied it apart from that, but he probably was just hit on by Malfoy, which was somewhat disturbing. If nothing else, he could have a good laugh at the other boy tomorrow. Draco would hate it, certainly.
He stopped in front of the stair-well to look out of the window and into the street, just to make sure that he wouldn't walk straight into an extremely intimate moment. This was all very odd, and he was a relatively reserved person, aside. Not need to be rude (or disgusted) if you could help it.
--
Draco was very good at stalking. He had long since decided it was a Malfoy trait, to be able to watch and take intel and not be noticed. The only thing was- Draco only had a handfull of people he determined worthy to use said talent on. He had never actually though to use it on one Ron Weasley- but it just seemed to make perfect sense today.
Silver eyes narrowed and a predatory smile curled his lips as he saw the red-head draw to a stop. This was absolutely perfect. But- it wouldn't do to let up the supense too soon. He waited for Weasley to move.
--
He was none the wiser, of course. Add something else to the list of Things Malfoy Should Be Obnoxiously Proud Of. The outside didn't look too bad, though, so he shrugged lightly to himself and headed down the flights of stairs to the building's door. He reached the curb with no issue, and even had a smirk at some character down the street professing his undying affections to a lamp-post.
Ananova had given him a grochery list, as it turned out, when he confessed that he was feeling antsy. He pulled it from his trouser pocket, trying to remember which store was where and what the best route to take would be. He needed to try and write Luna, as well, when he got back to the flat. He probably hadn't made properly sure that she was settled. And tonight was the night set aside to watch muggle programs with Ginny on the television. Schedules kept him busy, not thinking about the troubles of his own world, not worrying about the potential troubles of the City.
--
Sharp eyes narrowed as soon as that firey red head appeared and started moving and- bloody hell, had that smirk always been so endearing? He shouldn't be thinking this way. But it didn't feel unusual at all- is only anxiety was what his father, his mother would think if they caught wind of this. The Weasleys and the Malfoys were mortal enemies. Always had been.
And yet Draco couldn't help it. Weasley was standing at the street corner- Draco wasn't about to let him get away. Today was his day. So, without a sound, or a word, he lunged from his hiding spot, grabbed Ron about the collar and yanked him around- all but slamming him against the building wall and pressin flush up against him, all bright eyes and slow smile. "...Weasley."
--
Instinctually, because he'd just been basically plucked out a war, Ron assumed he was being attacked. He'd only just gotten his hand around his wand before he was slammed into the wall of his building, and... It was Malfoy. "Bloody hell," he cursed, pulling a face of slight displeasure and definate disbelief. And Malfoy somehow found it very appropriote to lean on him, or something, hold him down... Eh. This was a bit embarrassing, now wasn't it. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me."
--
Draco hummed from somewhere in his throat, his eyes still bright but for the fact they were half-lidded. He shifted, and it was almost as though he were trying to climb Ron's chest to get closer to him, chin lifting to bump his nose to Ron's freckled one. "Kidding?" He chuckled, low from his chest, a sound of playful pleasure. "No kidding around here, Weasley."
--
Okay, ew. Ron, for the most part, had stopped believing in cooties long ago, but... Seriously. He pulled another face, nose wrinkling, shifting as best he could to push the smaller boy away, "For Merlin's sake, you great git." The Slytherin was frighteningly determined, as Ron had to put up a bit of a struggle to get him at arms length, "Off. Go away."
--
The fact that Ron pushed him away didn't deter the Malfoy at all. In fact, he just smiled wider, a little more coy, and curled cool palms around the other boy's tanned wrists, his grip firm but not bruising. As though staking some sort of claim. The look Draco gave him was decidedly flirtatious, sideways and through pale eyelashes. "You're cute when you're playing hard to get Weasley." And he shifted, trying to press close again.
--
And, as Malfoy tried to press close, Ron redoubled his efforts to keep him away, "I'm not playing hard to get, I seriously want you to go away." And why had he not figured out earlier that Draco was secretly such a bloody woman, apparently placed on a level that not even Lavender Brown could've reached. (But, then, Lavender was decidedly more agreeable than Malfoy was.)
He really wanted his wrists released, and so tried to worm his arms from Malfoy's grip, which was something that just didn't work when you were also trying to use those arms to push said person away.
--
Most definitely, the squirming didn't do a whole lot. In fact, it gave Draco the release he needed and he surged close to Ron again, pressed so the boy's wrists were held above both their shoulders, torsos flush and Draco's pale pointed face so close he could breathe Ron's breath. It made his stomach flip over, worse than Pansy or anyone ever had. And with that thought he paused for a moment- just looking at the red-head softly, thoughtfully.
--
This had officially become decidedly uncomfortable on at least two levels. One, there was never any reason on this or any other earth that Draco should be... What? Attempting to be intimate with him, or whatever. Two, there was something very wrong about the image of Draco seeming capable of any emotions other than overestimated pride and stupidity (the latter of which has been changed to an emotion specifically for this small list). He looked... deep, comtemplative; he thought that he might've seen something similar on Hermione.
Um. Three, Draco should in no way be comparable to Hermione.
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How long had it been since he'd even been on a date? There was Cho of course- and the plethora of things that were unresolved still and as such- Cho was not a good example. Still. It shouldn't matter. Because Ronald himself had already admitted to being spoken for, and that was that. This was nothing more than humoring him. Not that Cedric wasn't wholeheartedly looking forward to it. If nothing else, well, he would treat the boy to coffee and enjoy his cute, charming, goodlooking company.
Which still left him with too much time on his hands, and Cedric himself set to wandering about the City in the meantime. Because being restless and fidgity would just make things worse and he'd always been a fan of fresh ai-
....
And was that Malfoy, pinning his date....to a wall?
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Oh. There was Cedric.
Ron blinked, convulsed, and then proceeded to call out to the apparently-living-dead Hufflepuff, "Oi, Diggery!" He was staring, after all, and... Well, he'd been really off, as well. Ron was willing to admit that he was fond of getting attention, but this was far too ridiculous. "Could you-- Lend a hand? Please?" A beat, "He won't get off of me."
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Diggory. Oh. Right. But it wasn't three yet?
Still, despite everything Draco did still have some tact left in him. So, instead of presisting, he actually let Weasley go and took a step back- but not without smoothing both hands over the wrinkles he'd caused in the shirt.
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And... now he was unsure of how to proceed with this situation. It really was an odd one. Perhaps it was best if he just... attempted to leave, quit while he was ahead (and this was like as ahead as he was going to get). "Well, um... I've got to run to the shops for... things. See you." He waved quickly, looked at them both as if they were completely mad, and turning to leave.