Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series is not mine, it belongs to miss JKR. Don't sue, please.
Ron pinched his nose in frustration. What the hell was going on? Draco looked so intense; his eyes were wide in fear and wonder. The couple to his left seemed to understand for they were both also watching the stage in anticipation. Fuck, did that woman have to sing so loudly?! Surely his ear would start bleeding soon.
He closed his eyes. Maybe if he just sat and let the music take over……The violins reminded him of the ocean. Dancing in the sand, barefoot, with his beautiful husband by his side. Their honeymoon. It had been so perfect. Snape had preformed the ceremony. Playing Quidditch. Oh Quidditch with Harry and Ginny in the backyard. Draco's boxers lain across the floor. Mmm. ..….Ron jumped in his seat as the woman's voice suddenly rose three octaves higher. "Bloody Hell." He gasped.
"Sht." Draco snapped.
One….two…..three…four…How could she hold the note so long? This wasn't human….Seven…eight…This was terrifying! It was worse than Moaning Myrtle's shrieks in the bathroom at Hogwarts. Wow, he hadn't thought about that in a long time. And there that woman goes again. Could she just say 'Ah.' Did she have to stretch it out so that there were about eighty-nine h's after the twenty-five a's?
Why had he agreed to go to the opera?
Great, now a man was singing. His voice was slightly more tolerable. Never mind. Oh and joy a duet! The crowd gasped collectively. Huh? What happened? The actors looked pretty happy to him.
"Can you believe it!" Draco whispered, "He murdered his lover's sister's husband's mother's cousin's sister-in-law just to revenge the aunt he never met!"
Did he? Ron's eyebrows rose. He would have sworn they had just done a piece on what color the curtains on their four-poster should be.
Hours later…
"That was amazing, don't you think? That's father's favorite opera. As a kid I didn't quite understand why but now….it was just so beautiful. I guess you have to know what being in love is like before you can truly appreciate it."
Ah, but of course Lucius Malfoy loved the opera. Ron nodded curtly.
"It's so nice to wind down on the weekend," Draco sighed.
Wind down? Ron shivered; he had felt more stressed out by that play than everything the Auror's office had sent his way in the last five years combined.
"What should we do tomorrow?"
Ron suddenly grinned, "Well Fred and George said there was going to be hot dog eating competition before the mud wrestling tournament…they invited us to both."
Draco frowned, "Are you speaking English, Ronald? I didn't understand half the words you said."
"Yes. It'll be as fun for you as this opera was for me, trust me."
Draco continued to frown but nodded anyway. "Alright Ron I trust you. Owl the twins that we'll be there."
A/N:Bwahahaha Ron is evil!
