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This will be a drabble collection from the Drabble Tag on our forum, consisting of all our crossgen stories =]
Warnings: this collection contains huge age differences between couple, if that wasn't already clear.
This particular drabble contains slash, and some foul language. Please don't read it if you're offended by either of those things.
prompt: 'fuck you'
pairing: ron/lysander
writer: lonely hands
(it's easy enough to pretend like) It has something to do with the way he looks like Rose.
It's all in the eyes, of course - and sure, Rose has that Granger hazel, but the two of them have that same blazing look down perfectly, and who is Lysander to try to deny a pair of pretty, blue eyes, after all?
And okay, he's a little drunk - aren't they all? - and he's much too young at eighteen to know what he wants from the world, but as the neck of his beer bottle slips through his shaking hands, Lysander forgets of dancing through Ravenclaw tower with a redheaded girl three years his junior, and finds his golden head lolling to lean on the shoulder of a hazy-eyed Ron Weasley.
Their eyes meet lazily, a smirk is shared and oh, if he shuffled just an inch closer...
And oh, oh, oh, is it a surprise to find himself flat on his back, pinned down by the weight of an older man - but it's easy to forget that this is the bloke who had teased his mother at the age of thirteen.
His hand somehow fists into Ron's shirt, anchoring him mere inches from Lysander's chest, and the teenager lunges upwards, claiming a swift ownership of the redhead's lips.
"Bloody hell," Ron chokes, slapping at Lysander's restraining hands with a flushed complexion and rolling away from the confused blonde with a look of pure unadultered horror sketched across his features.
"Fuck you," Lysander hisses, reeling at the sudden change in Ron and as he straightens, he sways on his feet, the stars winking down at him in the night sky and oh, the secrets they would spill onto the grass, if only they could.
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