Title : Cold Feet
Summery : Ron isn't very amused, Draco just doesn't care. A sudden change of events and Ron is incredibly amused and Draco...just doesn't find it funny.
Rating : PG13
Disclaimer : I once asked Santa if I could have the rights to Harry Potter - Or at least, just Ron and Draco.He told me that technically, I shouldn't be requesting things for a festival I didn't celebrate, I told him that at least I hadn't sold my soul to Coca-Cola, so now he's in a huff and I still aint got buggery. JK Rowling, is of course, the mastermind behind the Harry Potter novels, these characters and other HP recognized traits are of course her own, I make no living from any of this work - its purely for fun.
When Ron wakes up it is not because there is light from the window (someone had been too lazy to close the curtains last night) Nor is it from the small alarm clock next to the bed (which with a faint voice informs him that it's 04:59am) Instead it is from the biting cold air that seems to be trying to bury its way through his flesh.
Sitting upright and leaning on his elbows he glares at the other occupant of the bed; swamped in a massive tangle of blanket with only a slim leg peeking out from the dark green mass and a head of messy blond hair, half buried in a voluptuous pillow.
Cursing under his breath Ron wonders if it is worth his time teasing the covers off Draco, a small tug only brings forth a small murmur of protest from the sleeping boy and a tightening grasp on his covers. Bugger.
A slight smirk works it way over his face, had Draco been awake it would have been a terrifying sight indeed. Moving over he sees how precarious Dracos situation is. Repressing the urge to cackle he reaches out once more and snatches a hold over the cover then with a hard pull the covers come flying over on top of him and he watches in amusement as Draco starts, then squawks and franticly scrambles at the mattress before tumbling off the edge of the bed. There is a faint thump, silence then a soft groan.
Drawing the covers over himself he quickly lies down and feigns being asleep, he hears Draco stagger upright and feels him crawl back into bed. He shuffles over and wraps his arms around the small bundle of warmth, there is a small grumble and then a loud shriek;
"WEASLEY! GET YOUR MERLIN-CURSED COLD FEET OFF ME!"
Ron chuckles slightly, a day just hasn't begun until you've made him scream - one way or another.
Notes;
These work in as a sort of small arc of drabbles, word length varies as does rating and content from drabble to drabble, all are light hearted in tone with a little sprinkling of love and affection. Its the sort of counter balance in light of the amount of angst my main fic seems to be creating in itself. Feedback is of course welcomed - if I wasn't a feedback whore I'd hardly be posting anything now would I? - Iteag