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gala_applesTitle:A Series of Random Events.
Pairing:Ron/Draco
Rating:pg
Summary:chapter three, dada with smutty quills.
sciur likes: pixies, philosopy, looking at the stars, and something else i put in there, but i can't remember at the moment. (bad staci. *slaps wrist*)
Last class, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and though it’s a complete joke to have someone teaching it, when some of the students in the school could teach it better themselves, Ron has to admit this professor is a lot better then the fiascos of year one two and five.
They’re discussing pixies, and how their blood can be used along with several highly illegal things to fix some of the long term patients in St. Mungo’s. Lavender, a small animal lover to the core said that was immoral, and Neville who of course has a reason to like the new potion said it wasn’t. Most of the rest of the class was wavering between Lavender’s extreme no, and Neville’s extreme yes, like Hermione who cares about creatures that can’t help themselves (Ron remembers SPEW all to well), but also is among the three students that know what bad truly looks like.
The new professor turns to Ron, and asks his opinion, but Ron is busy at the moment. Draco, along with the other Slytherins are sitting in the back of the class. And maybe Draco’s writing notes on the debate, or maybe he’s writing a letter to family/Death Eaters. It doesn’t really matter though, all the matters is how smooth his hand flows, and the fact that he strokes the feather at the end of the quill against his upper lip when he pauses.
And it’s quite possibly wrong, but Ron can’t help but think of hundreds of things he could do if he had both the quill, and Draco’s bare stomach.
To get Ron off the hook, Harry raises his hand, and asks “Since when has D A D A been about philosophy?”
As Lavender goes off on a rant about how it isn’t philosophy, it’s about right and wrong, Ron delves back into his fantasy. If he needs notes, he can always get them from Hermione later.
At dinner, he looks up into the stars. He wants to ask the question of ‘how do they exist?’ but he doesn’t want an answer. Ron knows Hermione will have a detailed three page explanation of it, and the other muggle-borns will have shorter but still scientific reasons. that’s not what he wants. And he doesn’t want someone like Lavender or Parvarti telling him mystical things about Aries, and he doesn’t want that religious year 5 girl telling him God put them there. He doesn’t really know what he wants.
Well, he knows of one thing. He doesn’t want to be eating, he wants to be outside looking at them for real. And he wants Malfoy to be with him, and he wants the ground to be damp with dew, and he wants Draco to rest his head on Ron’s stretched out arm. So, maybe he knows four things he wants.
this way to bit four
Pairing:Ron/Draco
Rating:pg
Summary:chapter three, dada with smutty quills.
sciur likes: pixies, philosopy, looking at the stars, and something else i put in there, but i can't remember at the moment. (bad staci. *slaps wrist*)
Last class, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and though it’s a complete joke to have someone teaching it, when some of the students in the school could teach it better themselves, Ron has to admit this professor is a lot better then the fiascos of year one two and five.
They’re discussing pixies, and how their blood can be used along with several highly illegal things to fix some of the long term patients in St. Mungo’s. Lavender, a small animal lover to the core said that was immoral, and Neville who of course has a reason to like the new potion said it wasn’t. Most of the rest of the class was wavering between Lavender’s extreme no, and Neville’s extreme yes, like Hermione who cares about creatures that can’t help themselves (Ron remembers SPEW all to well), but also is among the three students that know what bad truly looks like.
The new professor turns to Ron, and asks his opinion, but Ron is busy at the moment. Draco, along with the other Slytherins are sitting in the back of the class. And maybe Draco’s writing notes on the debate, or maybe he’s writing a letter to family/Death Eaters. It doesn’t really matter though, all the matters is how smooth his hand flows, and the fact that he strokes the feather at the end of the quill against his upper lip when he pauses.
And it’s quite possibly wrong, but Ron can’t help but think of hundreds of things he could do if he had both the quill, and Draco’s bare stomach.
To get Ron off the hook, Harry raises his hand, and asks “Since when has D A D A been about philosophy?”
As Lavender goes off on a rant about how it isn’t philosophy, it’s about right and wrong, Ron delves back into his fantasy. If he needs notes, he can always get them from Hermione later.
At dinner, he looks up into the stars. He wants to ask the question of ‘how do they exist?’ but he doesn’t want an answer. Ron knows Hermione will have a detailed three page explanation of it, and the other muggle-borns will have shorter but still scientific reasons. that’s not what he wants. And he doesn’t want someone like Lavender or Parvarti telling him mystical things about Aries, and he doesn’t want that religious year 5 girl telling him God put them there. He doesn’t really know what he wants.
Well, he knows of one thing. He doesn’t want to be eating, he wants to be outside looking at them for real. And he wants Malfoy to be with him, and he wants the ground to be damp with dew, and he wants Draco to rest his head on Ron’s stretched out arm. So, maybe he knows four things he wants.
this way to bit four
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Date: 2004-09-21 02:52 pm (UTC)geeze
i wish i could write like that
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