Ron's Worst Nightmare
A/N: Tankees to the frafuvilous fangrwlotsofideas: Thank you! Now, if you have any suggestions..... ^_^ WildfireFriendship: They're so cute when they compete! (Which might I add is all the time! ^_^) J@tnine: I don't do good with 'now' requests. *grin* Hope this suffices, dear. Kimagure: Thanks! But I don't know if I should take Bill further..... Dark Opal: It's ME who isn't rich enough to say a better comeback! *wails woefully* Eep! Thank you! *giggles* MamaLaz: Oh yeah, gotta love that title! *grin grin grin* LillianaNoelia: Eep! YOU, dear, are the one who needs to upload! *laughs* Thank you so much, love. Hana-chan: Hope you like this part enough! as: OH NO!! No charges, please!!! *grins* Thank you! Kat: Thank you very much, I'm honored you think that. ^_^ snow-fox: Eep! Sorry I took so long! Allin Aspire: *terrified squeal* EEEEEEEP! I guess I shall just be honored that you would actually threaten me! Oh, I feel so loved! *_~ goat song: *laughs* You wouldn't believe how bad I do in english! Eep! Jack Flinch: Yes, Jack my love, there will be more! I'm glad you've enjoyed it!
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! *snerk*
Chapter Four: Bathroom Blues
Well, since y'all are dying to know about what happened to the bathroom problem.....
Ron gaped in horror at his companion. Draco didn't meet his eyes.
"Can't you cross your legs or something!"
Draco glared at him indignantly, "No! Dammit, Weasly! I HAVE TO PEE!!" He emphasized this by crossing his legs and jumping around. Ron noticed, annoyed, that he was forced to partly follow Draco around as the other boy jumped.
"Why are you following me, Weasly?"
"Why aren't you going to the bathroom?" Ron arched an eyebrow.
"Oh. Well." Draco shifted uncomfortably. They were connected by the elbow, but that could easily be replaced by the knee or the hips as they found out on their way to the bathroom. It was like they could switch how they were connected whenever, but they always had to stay together. Ron decided that this made it a bit better.
"We can just leave our left foot or something connected and you can do your business as I wait outside the door."
"Alright Weasly, but you'd better not look, or let your brothers look."
Ron glared at him.
It turned that it was an interesting experience for the both of them. Draco had never gone to the bathroom with one leg sticking out the door and balanced precariously on the sink while at the same time taking aim.
And surprisingly, he didn't miss.
Ron had a time of it, his leg sticking painfully in between the crack in the door, struggling to stay upright.
Back in Ron's room and at a loss of what to do, the both of them sat on the edge of Ron's bed, connected by the hands, thinking.
"What did Bill say we had to do, again?" asked Ron. His finger began to itch where it touched Malfoy and it must've been the same for Draco because they simultaneously switched to feet.
Draco shrugged, "I guess until we get used to each other." Their feet began to itch, so they switched to elbows, moving slightly closer.
Ron snorted sarcastically, "Like that'll ever happen."
"Yeah, I know," said Draco, laughing. They paused and glanced at each other shiftily. Then Ron sniffed and Draco crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. They turned away from each other sharply with annoyance. Though due to having their elbows stuck together, they snapped right back around and ended up chest to chest. It was rather uncomfortable and Ron tried to draw away, as did Draco, but they couldn't. The spell had them held fast. Ron cursed as his nose was squashed into Malfoy's, and Draco turned his head away.
"Why can't we switch," he whined. Ron glared at him sideways and he rolled his eyes, "Sorry Weasel, but I don't find this pleasant."
"Neither do I, prat. I don't know why the spell did this, though." He paused, "You don't have to go to the bathroom again do you? It'll be rather difficult."
Malfoy glared at him scathingly and scoffed, "I *can* control my bladder, Weasly. Sorry to shock you, but it's true."
"Shut up! Can't you even try and make this any better? Here we are, stuck together like this and you go off with insulting me!"
"Touche."
"Sod off."
"Make me."
"Trust me, you ugly git, I would if I could."
" 'Ugly git'? Have you looked in a mirror yet, Weasly? Or do you think that looking like an overripe turnip is flattering to you?" Draco shifted around so that they were eye to eye. Ron had gone pink with anger and his ears glowed red.
"Me!? Look at you, you bleached albino!"
Draco smirked, "Ooh, is someone a little racist against albinos, Weasly? Tut tut, and to think your father is so open with muggles. His own son, prejudice..."
"Only against Malfoys, Malfoy."
"Which is just what got us into this mess. Your childish temper against me."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Yeah right. It's all my fault." He reached up and scratched his nose, tickled by Malfoy's breath. Which I might add smelled like mint.
"Well it is. You just had to get all mushy in bed."
"Oh no, don't you go blaming that on me! It's my bed. You just happened to be there."
Feeling mischievous, Draco poked Ron's nose with his own, "*That's* what they all say."
Shocked, Ron drew away sharply, falling over. Draco went right over with him, not being able to help it, and with a small cry, they became even more seriously stuck together.
You can just guess how that turned out. And if you can't- let me tell you then!
Their lips had been crushed together, locked. Arms wrapped around waists to not fall completely off the bed were now clamped tight. Legs stuck whole length. It was like having a full bodied freeze hex on you, except that it was to another person.
Shocked, Ron choked and Draco promptly bit his lip. Ron yowled and nipped back as a reflex.
Draco tried to say something, but he was speaking against Ron's mouth and it was just muffled phrases. So, he stayed silent and glared. And Ron glared back.
/Prat./
Draco blinked. Had Weasly just spoken? But he hadn't moved his lips. Wait, no, he had felt Weasly's voice *inside* his head. Arching an eyebrow, he said mentally, /Weasly?/
Now it was Ron's turn to blink. /Did you just-/
/I guess the spell includes speaking telepathically./ Draco thought about this newest development, weighing whether or not it was good or bad.
/That would be cool, not considering that I only have *you* to tele-talk to. Drat./
Draco rolled his eyes, /Don't even get me started, Weasel./
Changing the subject, Ron groaned against Draco's lips, /How am I suppose to face my family with you on my face!/ He sighed sadly and dropped his eyes to the floor in a defeated look. Draco was beginning to think that this newest development was most definitely bad.
/Well, Weasly, it seems your family will be spared because if you haven't noticed, *I'm* blocking your face. But this is not pleasant for me. And besides, my mouth tickles and the stupid spell won't let us switch./ Their eyes burned into each other's and Ron realized what Malfoy was hinting around.
/Alright/, sighed Ron, /go ahead./
Growling, Malfoy hissed hotly, /I don't need your consent, Weasel. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to go rabid and bite my lips off./ They glared at each other again before shifted their lips uncertainly against one another's. While they did this, they dropped their eyes and Ron blushed slightly.
But then, Draco felt a slight pressure and looked up. Weasly was pressing his mouth over Draco's and pushing. Though the red head's eyes stayed wide open, Draco got the wrong idea and twisted away.
And their lips came free of each other.
Leaning back, Ron grinned, "I thought that would work." He wiped his mouth and made a face, "Geez, Malfoy! Use enough breath mints? Your mouth tastes like a muggle Altoids. Or a couple thousand." He made gagging sounds and laughed. Draco just stared blankly, leaning back as far as possible from the Gryffindor, though still caught fast.
"Why the hell did you do that," he squeaked. Ron looked up, eyes wide, questioning.
"Well, Malfoy, would you rather have stayed stuck like that.... I mean, stuck kissing?"
Cringing, Draco blanched, "No! But why-"
"Well, think about it. Bill said that of we admitted we could stand each other, the spell would break. Whether or not I truly meant it, a kiss is a kiss, a show of personal affection. So our lips broke apart and I guess the spell was partly satisfied. Look, we can move now." He experimentally pulled his arm and Draco pulled sharply away so that now only their hands were stuck palm to palm.
Blimey, he thought, Weasly was right. But it's gotten really cold all of a sudden. And his lips were tingling oddly......
He dismissed the disturbing thoughts as a pale pink blush rose into his cheeks. He was painfully aware of their hands touching.
Dammit.
Ron yawned, and pulled Draco over, switching to elbows again. He looked around shiftily and glanced back from the corner of his eye shyly. What could you talk about with your enemy besides what a prat they were?
"Weasly, not to bring up a painful subject, but how are we going to sleep?"
"I dibs top!" laughed Ron, trying lamely to relax the tense situation. Draco frowned, not seeing the humor. That wiped the smile from the taller boy's mouth as he cleared his throat.
"I don't know, Malfoy. I guess just.... er, side by side as far away from each other as possible. You don't have a tossing problem do you?"
"No."
"Urm, I do. I'm a restless sleeper."
"You just have to make this difficult don't you, Weasly?"
"I can't help it," spat Ron angrily, switching to palms again.
Before they could start another yelling match, Draco interrupted Ron's mad sputtering with a question that had just popped into his head.
"Dressing, showers?"
"Oh bloody God."
Draco winced, "Damn. But I am not going to go around smelling."
Ron growled, whirling on the smaller boy, who flinched, "Why do you turn everything into an insult!"
Weary and, frankly, quite pissed, Draco slammed his fist down onto the pillow, "I didn't! Is it an insult that I don't want to smell up your house?"
"Oh, so you think that I want to smell up my house? Is that it!?"
Draco pursed his lips, "Weasly, you're having a temper tantrum. Calm down and count slowly backwards from ten."
"JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!!"
Draco shut up. Much to Ron's surprise, and after a few seconds of silence, he opened his eyes, which had been squeezed shut, to see Draco regarding him with half lidded eyes. He couldn't read the blonde's expression and it unnerved him.
"Stop it. I didn't mean- just talk."
Malfoy smirked, "Does this mean you're sorry?"
"No. It's just that- er." He took a deep breath, "Just never mind, alright Malfoy? I'm going to break this spell if it kills me. Otherwise we might be stuck like this for the whole bloody summer." He held up a hand as Draco opened his mouth to speak, "Don't say anything until I'm done. I will get you away from me, even if it means sleeping in the same cursed bed as you, or taking showers with you. I'm willing to if you are. Harry will be coming soon enough and I doubt you'll want to be stuck around us." Draco's answer was obvious by the look of pure loathing on his face.
"So, Malfoy, are you willing to try and do this with me?" He looked at the other boy sincerely.
Draco blinked, "Alright Weasly." He sighed.
"Okay," said Ron slowly, "I guess we shouldn't talk for a while, incase our natural instinct kicks in and we try to kill each other. I'll tell mum to pop our dinner up here." He rose and Draco rose with him and they walked over to the intercom on the wall. Ron spoke into it.
"Mum, could we-"
"Have your dinner upstairs? Yes, of course, my dears. Bill told me and I think it's a wonderful idea. And if you're wondering, it's safe to walk about. Fred and George are over at Lee's house for awhile." There was a small pop and behind them sat two steaming plates of food.
They sat down, hands still locked together, and raised their glasses in a stiff toast to one another.
A/N: Okay peeps. !!HELP!! I don't know what to do now! I mean, you know that this will be R/D slash, but who shall give in first, hmm? Hell if I know! *lightbulb* Ooh! I know! Let's take a vote! Yeah! Vote whether you want Ron to angst first, or Draco. And if you have any more suggestions, I'm open to them! I'll take anything!! Oy. *snuggle kissies*
~*Villain*~
A/N: Tankees to the frafuvilous fangrwlotsofideas: Thank you! Now, if you have any suggestions..... ^_^ WildfireFriendship: They're so cute when they compete! (Which might I add is all the time! ^_^) J@tnine: I don't do good with 'now' requests. *grin* Hope this suffices, dear. Kimagure: Thanks! But I don't know if I should take Bill further..... Dark Opal: It's ME who isn't rich enough to say a better comeback! *wails woefully* Eep! Thank you! *giggles* MamaLaz: Oh yeah, gotta love that title! *grin grin grin* LillianaNoelia: Eep! YOU, dear, are the one who needs to upload! *laughs* Thank you so much, love. Hana-chan: Hope you like this part enough! as: OH NO!! No charges, please!!! *grins* Thank you! Kat: Thank you very much, I'm honored you think that. ^_^ snow-fox: Eep! Sorry I took so long! Allin Aspire: *terrified squeal* EEEEEEEP! I guess I shall just be honored that you would actually threaten me! Oh, I feel so loved! *_~ goat song: *laughs* You wouldn't believe how bad I do in english! Eep! Jack Flinch: Yes, Jack my love, there will be more! I'm glad you've enjoyed it!
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! *snerk*
Chapter Four: Bathroom Blues
Well, since y'all are dying to know about what happened to the bathroom problem.....
Ron gaped in horror at his companion. Draco didn't meet his eyes.
"Can't you cross your legs or something!"
Draco glared at him indignantly, "No! Dammit, Weasly! I HAVE TO PEE!!" He emphasized this by crossing his legs and jumping around. Ron noticed, annoyed, that he was forced to partly follow Draco around as the other boy jumped.
"Why are you following me, Weasly?"
"Why aren't you going to the bathroom?" Ron arched an eyebrow.
"Oh. Well." Draco shifted uncomfortably. They were connected by the elbow, but that could easily be replaced by the knee or the hips as they found out on their way to the bathroom. It was like they could switch how they were connected whenever, but they always had to stay together. Ron decided that this made it a bit better.
"We can just leave our left foot or something connected and you can do your business as I wait outside the door."
"Alright Weasly, but you'd better not look, or let your brothers look."
Ron glared at him.
It turned that it was an interesting experience for the both of them. Draco had never gone to the bathroom with one leg sticking out the door and balanced precariously on the sink while at the same time taking aim.
And surprisingly, he didn't miss.
Ron had a time of it, his leg sticking painfully in between the crack in the door, struggling to stay upright.
Back in Ron's room and at a loss of what to do, the both of them sat on the edge of Ron's bed, connected by the hands, thinking.
"What did Bill say we had to do, again?" asked Ron. His finger began to itch where it touched Malfoy and it must've been the same for Draco because they simultaneously switched to feet.
Draco shrugged, "I guess until we get used to each other." Their feet began to itch, so they switched to elbows, moving slightly closer.
Ron snorted sarcastically, "Like that'll ever happen."
"Yeah, I know," said Draco, laughing. They paused and glanced at each other shiftily. Then Ron sniffed and Draco crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. They turned away from each other sharply with annoyance. Though due to having their elbows stuck together, they snapped right back around and ended up chest to chest. It was rather uncomfortable and Ron tried to draw away, as did Draco, but they couldn't. The spell had them held fast. Ron cursed as his nose was squashed into Malfoy's, and Draco turned his head away.
"Why can't we switch," he whined. Ron glared at him sideways and he rolled his eyes, "Sorry Weasel, but I don't find this pleasant."
"Neither do I, prat. I don't know why the spell did this, though." He paused, "You don't have to go to the bathroom again do you? It'll be rather difficult."
Malfoy glared at him scathingly and scoffed, "I *can* control my bladder, Weasly. Sorry to shock you, but it's true."
"Shut up! Can't you even try and make this any better? Here we are, stuck together like this and you go off with insulting me!"
"Touche."
"Sod off."
"Make me."
"Trust me, you ugly git, I would if I could."
" 'Ugly git'? Have you looked in a mirror yet, Weasly? Or do you think that looking like an overripe turnip is flattering to you?" Draco shifted around so that they were eye to eye. Ron had gone pink with anger and his ears glowed red.
"Me!? Look at you, you bleached albino!"
Draco smirked, "Ooh, is someone a little racist against albinos, Weasly? Tut tut, and to think your father is so open with muggles. His own son, prejudice..."
"Only against Malfoys, Malfoy."
"Which is just what got us into this mess. Your childish temper against me."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Yeah right. It's all my fault." He reached up and scratched his nose, tickled by Malfoy's breath. Which I might add smelled like mint.
"Well it is. You just had to get all mushy in bed."
"Oh no, don't you go blaming that on me! It's my bed. You just happened to be there."
Feeling mischievous, Draco poked Ron's nose with his own, "*That's* what they all say."
Shocked, Ron drew away sharply, falling over. Draco went right over with him, not being able to help it, and with a small cry, they became even more seriously stuck together.
You can just guess how that turned out. And if you can't- let me tell you then!
Their lips had been crushed together, locked. Arms wrapped around waists to not fall completely off the bed were now clamped tight. Legs stuck whole length. It was like having a full bodied freeze hex on you, except that it was to another person.
Shocked, Ron choked and Draco promptly bit his lip. Ron yowled and nipped back as a reflex.
Draco tried to say something, but he was speaking against Ron's mouth and it was just muffled phrases. So, he stayed silent and glared. And Ron glared back.
/Prat./
Draco blinked. Had Weasly just spoken? But he hadn't moved his lips. Wait, no, he had felt Weasly's voice *inside* his head. Arching an eyebrow, he said mentally, /Weasly?/
Now it was Ron's turn to blink. /Did you just-/
/I guess the spell includes speaking telepathically./ Draco thought about this newest development, weighing whether or not it was good or bad.
/That would be cool, not considering that I only have *you* to tele-talk to. Drat./
Draco rolled his eyes, /Don't even get me started, Weasel./
Changing the subject, Ron groaned against Draco's lips, /How am I suppose to face my family with you on my face!/ He sighed sadly and dropped his eyes to the floor in a defeated look. Draco was beginning to think that this newest development was most definitely bad.
/Well, Weasly, it seems your family will be spared because if you haven't noticed, *I'm* blocking your face. But this is not pleasant for me. And besides, my mouth tickles and the stupid spell won't let us switch./ Their eyes burned into each other's and Ron realized what Malfoy was hinting around.
/Alright/, sighed Ron, /go ahead./
Growling, Malfoy hissed hotly, /I don't need your consent, Weasel. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to go rabid and bite my lips off./ They glared at each other again before shifted their lips uncertainly against one another's. While they did this, they dropped their eyes and Ron blushed slightly.
But then, Draco felt a slight pressure and looked up. Weasly was pressing his mouth over Draco's and pushing. Though the red head's eyes stayed wide open, Draco got the wrong idea and twisted away.
And their lips came free of each other.
Leaning back, Ron grinned, "I thought that would work." He wiped his mouth and made a face, "Geez, Malfoy! Use enough breath mints? Your mouth tastes like a muggle Altoids. Or a couple thousand." He made gagging sounds and laughed. Draco just stared blankly, leaning back as far as possible from the Gryffindor, though still caught fast.
"Why the hell did you do that," he squeaked. Ron looked up, eyes wide, questioning.
"Well, Malfoy, would you rather have stayed stuck like that.... I mean, stuck kissing?"
Cringing, Draco blanched, "No! But why-"
"Well, think about it. Bill said that of we admitted we could stand each other, the spell would break. Whether or not I truly meant it, a kiss is a kiss, a show of personal affection. So our lips broke apart and I guess the spell was partly satisfied. Look, we can move now." He experimentally pulled his arm and Draco pulled sharply away so that now only their hands were stuck palm to palm.
Blimey, he thought, Weasly was right. But it's gotten really cold all of a sudden. And his lips were tingling oddly......
He dismissed the disturbing thoughts as a pale pink blush rose into his cheeks. He was painfully aware of their hands touching.
Dammit.
Ron yawned, and pulled Draco over, switching to elbows again. He looked around shiftily and glanced back from the corner of his eye shyly. What could you talk about with your enemy besides what a prat they were?
"Weasly, not to bring up a painful subject, but how are we going to sleep?"
"I dibs top!" laughed Ron, trying lamely to relax the tense situation. Draco frowned, not seeing the humor. That wiped the smile from the taller boy's mouth as he cleared his throat.
"I don't know, Malfoy. I guess just.... er, side by side as far away from each other as possible. You don't have a tossing problem do you?"
"No."
"Urm, I do. I'm a restless sleeper."
"You just have to make this difficult don't you, Weasly?"
"I can't help it," spat Ron angrily, switching to palms again.
Before they could start another yelling match, Draco interrupted Ron's mad sputtering with a question that had just popped into his head.
"Dressing, showers?"
"Oh bloody God."
Draco winced, "Damn. But I am not going to go around smelling."
Ron growled, whirling on the smaller boy, who flinched, "Why do you turn everything into an insult!"
Weary and, frankly, quite pissed, Draco slammed his fist down onto the pillow, "I didn't! Is it an insult that I don't want to smell up your house?"
"Oh, so you think that I want to smell up my house? Is that it!?"
Draco pursed his lips, "Weasly, you're having a temper tantrum. Calm down and count slowly backwards from ten."
"JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!!"
Draco shut up. Much to Ron's surprise, and after a few seconds of silence, he opened his eyes, which had been squeezed shut, to see Draco regarding him with half lidded eyes. He couldn't read the blonde's expression and it unnerved him.
"Stop it. I didn't mean- just talk."
Malfoy smirked, "Does this mean you're sorry?"
"No. It's just that- er." He took a deep breath, "Just never mind, alright Malfoy? I'm going to break this spell if it kills me. Otherwise we might be stuck like this for the whole bloody summer." He held up a hand as Draco opened his mouth to speak, "Don't say anything until I'm done. I will get you away from me, even if it means sleeping in the same cursed bed as you, or taking showers with you. I'm willing to if you are. Harry will be coming soon enough and I doubt you'll want to be stuck around us." Draco's answer was obvious by the look of pure loathing on his face.
"So, Malfoy, are you willing to try and do this with me?" He looked at the other boy sincerely.
Draco blinked, "Alright Weasly." He sighed.
"Okay," said Ron slowly, "I guess we shouldn't talk for a while, incase our natural instinct kicks in and we try to kill each other. I'll tell mum to pop our dinner up here." He rose and Draco rose with him and they walked over to the intercom on the wall. Ron spoke into it.
"Mum, could we-"
"Have your dinner upstairs? Yes, of course, my dears. Bill told me and I think it's a wonderful idea. And if you're wondering, it's safe to walk about. Fred and George are over at Lee's house for awhile." There was a small pop and behind them sat two steaming plates of food.
They sat down, hands still locked together, and raised their glasses in a stiff toast to one another.
A/N: Okay peeps. !!HELP!! I don't know what to do now! I mean, you know that this will be R/D slash, but who shall give in first, hmm? Hell if I know! *lightbulb* Ooh! I know! Let's take a vote! Yeah! Vote whether you want Ron to angst first, or Draco. And if you have any more suggestions, I'm open to them! I'll take anything!! Oy. *snuggle kissies*
~*Villain*~