A/N: Written for the slashthedrabble comm on Livejournal. T-T I had a hard time thinking of a way to incorporating the prompt of 'signs' into a Draco/Ron fic. Why Draco/Ron? I dunno, because I like them alot, for a long time, and I'm finally taking the opportunity to write about them. XD
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter universe, nor do I profit from writing this.
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Unknown Allies
If they both hadn't been so wrapped up in their anger and hatred of Harry, they may have noticed their common bond. Blinded by jealousy, Ron almost stumbled when he finally did realize what himself and Draco shared a dislike for the-boy-who-lived. Draco on the other hand, needed a little more prompting to realize this camaraderie.
"Malfoy!" Ron shouted at the blond, approaching him after dinner, one night.
Startled and annoyed, Draco looked away from his rival and the thoughts of how to dismember him without the use of magic. He now stared in annoyance at the redhead who approached him, taking in the frown on his face and taking it as a threat. Crossing his arms, Draco watched Ron stop before him and simply stand there, silent.
"Well, Weasley, is there something you want or do you plan to stand there with that stupid look on your face?"
"Look, Malfoy." Ron said, trying to control his anger. "I don't want to fight with you..."
"Wise choice, Weasel." Draco smirked.
"I want to help you." The redhead continued, through clenched teeth.
"With?"
"Getting back at Harry."
"Oh, so now you, his lapdog, finally grew a spine? Why would I want your help?" The blond laughed.
"Because I have better access to him then you do." Ron pointed out.
The blond nodded his head slowly, realizing it was true. His suspicious side on the other hand, was cautious.
"What do you want, Weasley?"
Faltering for the first time thus far, Ron stared at him blankly. In truth, he really didn't know what he wanted from Malfoy. He didn't understand the odd way his heart was beating as he stared into icy blue eyes. Or why he wanted to push the blond for the simple act of touching him. Biting his lip, he tried to think of something he wanted, but nothing normal came to mind. By normal, no thoughts of public humiliation came to Ron's mind.
"I want a bottle of butterbeer." He suddenly said.
Laughter. "Are you serious?"
"And you have to hold the bottle for me as I drink it."
Now it was Draco's turn to falter by the odd request. Thinking about it for a long moment, he tried to consider if Weasley might be lying to him, but it felt genuine.
"In private?" He questioned, testing.
"Of course!"
"Fine, but you better be willing to fall through on your part. Else I tell everyone you're queer."
Ron laughed. "Right, because they would believe that."
The two boys shook hands. Draco felt a tingle at the touch, somewhere deep within. It felt right and wrong all at once. Looking Ron in the eye, he felt a tug at his heart, it was the strangest feeling. He was sure he had made an ally, but allies can turn just as quickly as an enemy could.
If only they could see the obvious signs of a budding love, they probably would have ran away from each other at that moment.
-End-