Righto everyone, next chapter up. I hope you like. Just a quiet moment between our darlings Draco and Ron. Hope you enjoy. I would set it up more but I happen to have a little brother standing over me complaining he wants to use the computer. So read it, enjoy, and give me lots or positive feedback. Because I love feedback of the positive kind. Lol. Anyway, seriously, enjoy.
Chapter 7
Two days later found the two Animagis back in their rooms. Ron, on bed rest until the cuts on his chest healed completely, a slow process due to the shear amount of poison that had been inside him; while Draco had been all but ordered to take it easy, the medic not happy with the way he had just collapsed. However, Draco's method of 'taking it easy' was about as accurate as Ron's idea of 'bed rest'. which was to say, neither did it.
Ron was puttering about in the kitchen, probably making something to eat, he never seemed to be able to go more than an hour when he was ill without eating. So he was up and he was moving, cooking himself something, because he had found that it calmed his nerves and left him feeling less likely to explode when he was on 'bed rest', and besides, if he waited for Draco to cook him anything he'd starve to death. Just because some people could survive on tea alone did not mean everyone could. Not that Draco seemed to care much.
Draco was currently perched on the sofa, a pile of heavy tomes on the ground beside him, it probably would have been easier to just have read them in the library, but he hated to admit, that the atmosphere in his and Ron's room was much more comfortable than the dusty library. So he had lugged the five heavy books up six flights of stairs, dumped them on the floor and started reading.
When Ron emerged from the kitchen with what had to be his fourth meal of the morning (the very thought made Draco vaguely ill), he looked at Draco sitting cross legged on the sofa, book open on his lap, a pair of small delicate reading glasses perched on top of his nose. The sight of it made him smile a little, imagining Draco as some little old librarian. Not hard given his height.
Ron struggled to smother a laugh.
Draco looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "What seems to be the problem?"
Ron shook his head. "Nothing, nothing. You know, I think those books don't count as 'taking it easy', your supposed to be resting, not working. What are you looking up anyway?"
"Well, technically you should be on bed rest, but here you are, cooking your fourth breakfast if I'm not mistaken." Draco responded, his tone a cross between teasing and sarcasm. "And I'm trying to find out if the Chirloc can change their attacks, poison doesn't normally linger so long unless accompanied by severe physical or mental strain, and unless you count the fact that we had to collect Potter and Granger, I don't think I was suffering from either."
Ron blinked at the torrent of information. "Oh, ok. Maybe it was the child Draco. You seemed pretty stressed about it as I recall." he said it with a smile. "And I can't afford to be on bed rest, you'd starve me. Which reminds me, where is my proper Irish Ulster fry up, you haven't made me one yet."
"I doubt somehow it was the child Ronald." Draco said, not looking up from the passage he was studying. "And I refuse to make you any kind of breakfast for being stupid enough to let yourself be almost killed by a demon. You were clumsy and you know it."
"I am not clumsy! I was just a little too close when I was sealing it was all. And I made you your stupid tea when you were poisoned." Ron complained. "Hey, maybe it was the tea that prolonged the poison." he suggested with an evil smirk.
Draco sighed, exasperated, looking at Ron who had seated himself beside him. "You were clumsy, you know better than to seal that close to a demon. And as for the tea, you make it for me because you want to. I don't make you do it. And I had the tea when the poison was leaving my system, so it wasn't it."
"You are such a liar!" Ron exclaimed. "You always make me make you tea! It's about time you start pulling some weight around here Draco! And I'm not clumsy!"
Draco rolled his eyes and went back to reading. "Yes, you are, now stop acting like a child." he was silent for a few second, but Ron knew he wasn't done talking, so he waited, eating his fourth breakfast. "Besides, even if I wanted to pull some weight around here--which I don't--I would have a long way to go to catch up to you."
Ron gaped at him for a second. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
Draco smirked, but kept his eyes trained on the book. "Yes." hearing Ron splutter was amusing to say the least.
After a while of total silence, in which Ron had finished his breakfast, washed the dish and sat back down, watching Draco still pour over the books, his eyes narrowed in concentration behind the thin rimmed glasses. "So, found anything yet?" he asked finally.
Draco shook his head, probably more of a subconscious reply than anything else. Finally he closed the book. "Nothing." the thoughtful expression that caught his features wasn't one that could be easily distinguished from his pissed off face, unless you happened to notice his eyes were staring through you and not at you. "There has to be something though."
"Like what though?" Ron asked, leaning back, ignoring the slight twinge in his chest.
"I don't know Weasely. If I knew I'd be telling you, not asking the bloody question." Draco snapped.
Ron rolled his eyes, he hadn't reacted to that kind of snapping from Draco in a long time, he knew now that he didn't mean it, it was just a continuation of his thoughts, which Ron often guessed snapped at Draco a lot.
"Any idea's on your whole spy theory?"
Draco frowned at him, his train of thought interrupted. "Spy? No, there's no one here that would willingly go over to the Chirloc, and I know what spy's are like. No. all this started when they got organised. I think its more likely that the team they set to find who was controlling the Chirloc was captured and gave up the information during torture."
"You still think we should have gotten that mission don't you?" Ron said it as a question, but they both knew it was a statement of a fact.
"Of course we should have!" Draco said, tone bitter. "We're the best damn team they have here and we got stuck on babysitting duty. T is a waste of our talent, and you know it."
Ron shrugged. "I'm glad we were on 'baby sitting duty', at least for the last one."
Draco rolled his eyes. "That is because you still have a huge crush on Potter and Granger Weasely." he snorted.
"On both of them? Usually it's one or other of them Draco, when did I get upgraded to threesome material here?" Ron laughed.
Draco shuddered at the mere idea of that. "Don't ever say that again Weasely or you will never share a bed with me ever again. Have I made that clear." he made a sound that sounded suspiciously like an "Ugh!" before reaching for another book from the pile. The thought of Ron in bed with either Potter or Granger was bad enough, but the stuff of nightmares was the disgusting image he could not get out of his head now.
Ron grinned, it wasn't often he got to see that look of total disgust cross Draco's face, and the fact that Draco had set himself up for it was too perfect. It made him wish Draco hadn't broken his camera when he'd found out he had taken a picture of him drooling in his sleep. Let it not be said that Ron Weasely did not back up his claims with hard evidence.
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