The Price of a Bet
AN: This is my first story and I received the prompt from Kay's Prompts of Many Pleasures random prompt generator. Hope you like it!
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"I'm telling you! There is no way Harry is with him. He's my best mate. I would notice if he fancied someone." Ron said.
"Oh, I don't know Ronnikins. I think you might just learn something if you watch." Fred replied.
Ron flushed at the name and the Weasleys turned their attention to the shadows. In the far corner of the room were two men who appeared to be arguing. Their faces were flushed and their bodies were mere inches apart. Now to most this was a regular sight given the parties involved.
"Harry and Malfoy always get on like that. I can't wait to have you pay up. All the joke sweets I want for a year." Ron stated as he got a far off look imagining all the wonderful pranks he could pull with a years worth of sweets.
"Little brother. When will you learn? I will have you bowed before me in front of everyone pledging to be my personal slave for a month." Fred replied.
The argument in the corner seemed to be reaching a climax. No words could be heard but faces were intense. Suddenly the blond man turned to leave. The dark-haired man reached out and grabbed him. The blond was pulled flush and lips were pressed together. The encounter did not last long but both men had dazed smiles on their faces and couldn't seem to look anywhere but at each other.
Ron's jaw dropped. He slowly turned to look at Fred.
"Get on your knees and pay!"
