Hey! This is my first slash in this fandom, yay! Ron/Draco, some implied
Ron/Harry. Enjoy!
"The Egyptian wizards were well known for their elaborate curses. I have with me an actual book detailing many of these curses, which was givin to me by my brother Bill. If you were to translate it you would find many of the curses required cat hair, can anyone tell me why cats were so important to the Ancient Egyptian wizards?" Ron looked up at the classroom and groaned. The majority of students were drooling on their desks, a few girls sat putting on make-up, and two guys hunched over reading a muggle magazine.
"No one can tell me the answer?" Ron asked again. He was shocked when he saw a hand up, "Yes Derek?"
"Mr. Weasly, man, can I go to the bathroom?"
Ron sighed.
--
Ron kicked the ground as he walked home. What was he even doing here? He now wished he had taken the job at the Ministry like his father had offered. Yeah, it would have been boring, but at least he wouldn't go home every night feeling completely hopeless about his situation. Why on earth had he decided to be a teacher? He had always hated teachers. Now he hated students. Maybe it was his own fault though. He was the one who had wanted to try and make a difference and chose to work and a school in New York City. A school where most students were getting far below average marks, and their N.E.W.T. scores were among the lowest in the country. And to top it all off he chose to teach one of the more boring subjects, "History of Magic", which was unfortunately a requirement for all 5th years to pass.
He walked the five flights to his small two-room apartment, loosening his tie and throwing his jacket on the couch. He smiled at seeing his best friend Harry's owl Hedwig sitting on his counter, looking utterly exhausted. She was getting on in years, and the cross Atlantic trip took a lot out of her. Ron picked up the letter she had at her feet.
Dear Ron,
How is the big city? Things are fine her, but quite busy. We've been raiding a lot of the homes of suspected Death Eaters in search of some important documents that were stolen from the office two days ago. How's the teaching going? Not to strict with the students I hope. Have you met any nice blokes in New York??? I want all the dirt. Oh, by the way, Dean sends his love. He's been very busy with his new job. He's working at the Department for Improper Use of Magic, and I really think he's enjoying it. Oh, I also clipped out Hermoine's article from the London Wizard's Globe and sent it with Hedwig. Her very first published work. Can you believe how old we all are now? Okay, I better go, but don't forget were coming for visit in two weeks!
All my love,
Harry
Ron grinned, Harry always seemed to live such an issueless existence, though it certainly hadn't always been that way. Only since we broke up, Ron thought. Not in a bitter way, just in a 'oh, isn't that interesting' way. Because it had all ended well, and Ron was certainly not bitter.
Ron went back to the counter and picked up Hermoine's article. He remembered her telling him she was now writing a political opinion column, which was perfect for her. Hermoine always had a strong opinion on everything and was never shy in sharing it. In her article Hermoine criticized Ministry officials. She called it a Boy's Club that failed to be concerned in preventing blatant Death Eater attacks on Muggle Born Wizard and Witches, which had increased over the last 5 years. She said they were more concerned with losing votes and financial support from prominent Death Eaters and not with those injured and even killed in attacks. Ron thought she was probably right.
Ron sat down to write Harry back.
Harry,
The teaching is defiantly a lot harder than I anticipated it to be. I just can figure out how to get the kids to even pay attention to what I'm saying, let alone do some homework every once and a while. Still, it can't be a lost cause. Tell Dean I send my love back, and NO, I have currently not found any men, and don't tell me it's for lack of trying.
Which it actually kind of was, because the scene in New York seemed to be made up entirely of fast men in flashy clothes.
I just read Hermione's article. I'm v. impressed with her. Can't wait for you to come visit!
Love always,
Ron
Ron folded the note and gave it to Hedwig before taking a shot of vodka and collapsing into bed.
**
Okay, so you're now thinking "where's the slash? we came for some crazy boy love" It's coming, don't worry. I am just notorious for slow plot development. Feedback is always appreciated!
"The Egyptian wizards were well known for their elaborate curses. I have with me an actual book detailing many of these curses, which was givin to me by my brother Bill. If you were to translate it you would find many of the curses required cat hair, can anyone tell me why cats were so important to the Ancient Egyptian wizards?" Ron looked up at the classroom and groaned. The majority of students were drooling on their desks, a few girls sat putting on make-up, and two guys hunched over reading a muggle magazine.
"No one can tell me the answer?" Ron asked again. He was shocked when he saw a hand up, "Yes Derek?"
"Mr. Weasly, man, can I go to the bathroom?"
Ron sighed.
--
Ron kicked the ground as he walked home. What was he even doing here? He now wished he had taken the job at the Ministry like his father had offered. Yeah, it would have been boring, but at least he wouldn't go home every night feeling completely hopeless about his situation. Why on earth had he decided to be a teacher? He had always hated teachers. Now he hated students. Maybe it was his own fault though. He was the one who had wanted to try and make a difference and chose to work and a school in New York City. A school where most students were getting far below average marks, and their N.E.W.T. scores were among the lowest in the country. And to top it all off he chose to teach one of the more boring subjects, "History of Magic", which was unfortunately a requirement for all 5th years to pass.
He walked the five flights to his small two-room apartment, loosening his tie and throwing his jacket on the couch. He smiled at seeing his best friend Harry's owl Hedwig sitting on his counter, looking utterly exhausted. She was getting on in years, and the cross Atlantic trip took a lot out of her. Ron picked up the letter she had at her feet.
Dear Ron,
How is the big city? Things are fine her, but quite busy. We've been raiding a lot of the homes of suspected Death Eaters in search of some important documents that were stolen from the office two days ago. How's the teaching going? Not to strict with the students I hope. Have you met any nice blokes in New York??? I want all the dirt. Oh, by the way, Dean sends his love. He's been very busy with his new job. He's working at the Department for Improper Use of Magic, and I really think he's enjoying it. Oh, I also clipped out Hermoine's article from the London Wizard's Globe and sent it with Hedwig. Her very first published work. Can you believe how old we all are now? Okay, I better go, but don't forget were coming for visit in two weeks!
All my love,
Harry
Ron grinned, Harry always seemed to live such an issueless existence, though it certainly hadn't always been that way. Only since we broke up, Ron thought. Not in a bitter way, just in a 'oh, isn't that interesting' way. Because it had all ended well, and Ron was certainly not bitter.
Ron went back to the counter and picked up Hermoine's article. He remembered her telling him she was now writing a political opinion column, which was perfect for her. Hermoine always had a strong opinion on everything and was never shy in sharing it. In her article Hermoine criticized Ministry officials. She called it a Boy's Club that failed to be concerned in preventing blatant Death Eater attacks on Muggle Born Wizard and Witches, which had increased over the last 5 years. She said they were more concerned with losing votes and financial support from prominent Death Eaters and not with those injured and even killed in attacks. Ron thought she was probably right.
Ron sat down to write Harry back.
Harry,
The teaching is defiantly a lot harder than I anticipated it to be. I just can figure out how to get the kids to even pay attention to what I'm saying, let alone do some homework every once and a while. Still, it can't be a lost cause. Tell Dean I send my love back, and NO, I have currently not found any men, and don't tell me it's for lack of trying.
Which it actually kind of was, because the scene in New York seemed to be made up entirely of fast men in flashy clothes.
I just read Hermione's article. I'm v. impressed with her. Can't wait for you to come visit!
Love always,
Ron
Ron folded the note and gave it to Hedwig before taking a shot of vodka and collapsing into bed.
**
Okay, so you're now thinking "where's the slash? we came for some crazy boy love" It's coming, don't worry. I am just notorious for slow plot development. Feedback is always appreciated!