Warning: This is going to be slash (an m/m pairing), so if that bothers you, beware!
Rating: R, just to be on the safe side. It isn't really right now, but it will be. Trust me. *evil grin*
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Potter and Co, not me.
DARK BLUE
I'm tired from exploring you
I'm sorry, I know you've had some scary days
I'm lucky, they had me on a leash
Exposing, sometimes you frighten me
And it's too bad you're so sad
Wish you could've had what I had
I'm loathing most of your history
Hesitation, but then you siphon me
Your potential, well I'll indulge in that
Violent timing explains the aftermath
And it's too bad you're so sad
Wish you could've had what I had
And it's so sad, it's too bad
Maybe I can make it feel better
Maybe I'm supposed to make it feel better
I want to comfort you
Unlike you, I had it easy
You're dark blue, stained from previous days
And you're so sad
It's too bad
I wish you could've had what I had
And it's too bad you're so sad
Maybe I can make you feel better
I'm sorry
Dark Blue // No Doubt
"Ouch!" cried Draco Malfoy as he felt sharp teeth dig into his finger.
"What?" asked Ron Weasley, rather irritably. He had been listening to Draco complain for the last half hour, ever since Hagrid had paired them off to take his newest creature for a walk: a firmpa, a small animal that looked very similar to a teddy bear that walked on all four feet, with razor sharp teeth, and a nature quite like one of a dog. Which of course meant bounciness, lots of slobbery kisses, and a playful nip at your fingers every now and then.
"It bit me!" Draco stuck his finger in his mouth, trying to soothe the wound, and stop the blood flow.
"Baby," Ron muttered under his breath. "I don't blame it."
Draco glared up at the taller boy, still sucking his finger (which made him look ridiculously young, maybe about ten); "I heard that!"
Ron rolled his eyes, "Good for you."
Draco scowled again, but didn't say any more.
They walked along in silence for a while. After a point Ron insisted Draco take the leash for a while. Begrudgingly, Draco did so, and on they moved again, sometimes in silence, other times chatting idly, but mostly arguing.
After a while, Draco stopped, and tied the firmpa's (whose name was Gashco) leash loosely around the trunk of a tree, right outside the Forbidden Forest.
"What are you doing?" screeched Ron. The firmpa had noticed a squirrel in the forest, and was making soft snuffling noises (its equivalent to a bark) and tugging on its leash, which looked ready to come loose at any moment.
Draco looked up from where he was bending over his shoe, fingers entwined with the grimy white laces. "Just tying my shoe. Don't get your knickers in a bunch, Weasley." He gave Ron a patented Malfoy smirk, then tied his laces into a messy bow. Ron glared at him, but said nothing.
"There, all set," he declared, but too late. Gashco gave one more tug at his leash, and with a great snuffle of joy the firmpa was free. He tore after the squirrel, which chattered loudly and ran madly away, directly into the forest.
"Oh, no!" Ron ran frantically after the firmpa. "Gashco! Come here! Gashco! Oh, God, Hagrid's gonna kill us. Gashco!"
Draco, for his part, was trying almost as hard as Ron to get the creature back. Running a step or two behind Ron he yelled,"Hey! Hey you stupid bloody firmpa! Get back here!" Well, Draco will be Draco. But at least he was trying.
"Damn!" Draco cried as they came up to heavily wooded area of the forest. He and Ron could hear snuffling sounds from within. "Oh well, too bad, guess we'll just have to go ba-" But Ron was already making his way through the forest.
"Bu- I mean- there's no point-," Draco sputtered after him, but his protests were ignored. "Bloody hell!" Reluctantly, he rushed through the wood, trying to catch up with Ron. In trying to do so, he got hit in the face with a large tree branch, and he let loose a long stream of colorful explisives.
"Would you be quiet?" Ron said in a hushed whisper, turning to glare at him. "The only thing I've hear out of you this afternoon is complaining and cursing. Could you just SHUT UP?!"
"Jeez Weasly, soooorrrrry," Draco said, as sarcastically as possible. Truthfully, the other boy's words stung a little, but Draco would be damned if he let Ron see that. Because that would make him weak. And Draco Malfoy was many things, but definetly not weak.
They searched and searched for what seemed like hours, with absolutely no results. Their faces, ankles, hands, and basically any other revealed parts of their skin were covered in scratches from sharp branches and bushes that they had stumbled upon. They could no longer hear any sign of the snuffling noises, and, though it was hard to tell deep within the forest, it seemed to be getting dark.
Both boys had been extremely quiet through this whole ordeal - not squabbling again, not even once. It could have been because they realized both of their necks were on the line for this, of maybe it was because they were to concentrated on their task to notice each other. Most likely, however, was that they were just too tired to deal with one another.
"Great," Draco muttered as they trudged along a narrow centuar trail, hoping it would lead them to civilization. "Now all we need is for it to -"
There was a slightly audible splish as something cool and wet hit the skin of Draco's arm. Then another fell on his cheek, and yet another on the tip of his nose. "Oh no," he said with dawning horror. "No, no, no, no, NO!"
But, despite Draco's protests, the rain came. First, just lightly, with a soft pitter patter, almost pleasantly. But soon it came down harder, threatening to drench them both if they didn't find shelter soon.
At last, Ron panted out "There!" and they both raced to were he was pointing. A small cave, with an entrace half covered with a large boulder. They both squeezed through it, coming into the cave. It was cramped, dark, and smelled something awful, but at least it was dry. That was good enough for of them, for now anyway.
In silent agreement, they took off their cloaks. Ron laid his on the dirt floor of the cave, and Draco spread his over it like a blanket. Both too tired to care that they were sleeping next to their arch-nemisis, they climbed into their makeshift bed, only taking a few seconds to get comfortable, before promptly falling asleep.
A/N: OK, so the song doesn't exactly fit with the story so far, but it's so perfect for this couple! I'll try to make it fit somehow.
Also, about the wands. It just occurred to me that they could easily use them and be home sweet home. However, Ron and Draco don't have their wands. Why is that, you ask? Wel, errm…you see, Hagrid made them leave them behind, because magic startles the firmpas. Baaaaad Hagrid. Or, should I say good Hagrid? * evil grin*
Be dolls and review. You all know the drill.
- Raisin
