Chapter 5
Making one last flick at his fringe, Draco casually strolled into Snape's classroom. Upon seeing no one there, making it even more desolate than usual, he proceeded to the storage room where he so often has had a rendezvous. Through the midst of black cauldrons and spider webs sat a redhead whose face almost matched his hair.
"Finally Malfoy. Fifteen minutes late- I can't believe you!" Ron spat as Draco entered the room. "You are so lucky that Snape isn't here..." he trailed off to take him in.
Especially his dishelved, piecey, almost "fuck me" hair look. "No, no, can't think of it like that," Ron berated himself. "But does he realize his fly is open? Like my mouth is...bloody hell I did not just do that."
"What have you been up to Malfoy..." he inquired and shut his mouth.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Weasley?" Draco asked the rather distressed redhead before he slumped down to the floor. His head tilted to the right and his legs bent and spread apart, his eyes bore right into Ron's icy glare. "Why was he so miffed?" he asked himself. "Oh right, he's cleaning, hahaha. How lovely."
"Oh no. Don't think you're getting off on me," Ron stated looking back with his normal anger.
Suddenly breaking the contact, Draco blinked, taken aback, "Ex...Excuse me?" Internally he was cursing himself, "Did I, Draco Malfoy, just fucking stutter?"
"Don't act stupid...we're here to clean!" Ron retorted, confused by his enemy's rather intense stare just a moment ago. He hoped that he wasn't plotting something spiteful against him. "Now get up off your lazy arse..." he started, offering his hand to his.
"Get off me, slave," Draco replied, shooing Ron's hand away. He got up on his own, only to lean back against the wall.
"I'm serious, Malfoy. Snape took the wands so we'll have to do it manually," Ron said handing Draco a sponge.
The blonde advanced towards Ron. Not to take the utensil but to stick his hand in his own robes and almost sympathetically replied, "Weasley, have you been paying attention to yourself? Again with the idiotic thoughts...He took your wand, but not mine." And with that he got out his own wand and with a simple cleaning spell, cleaned out every single cauldron like a flick of a switch.
Ron looked around in surprise and gave a crooked grin to his new partner in crime, "Wicked. Thanks Malfoy."
"Now if you no longer have any plans, care to join me in a secret staffing room?" Draco offered, returning the gratitude as best he could; it came as half sarcastic, yet a half genuine smile.
Ron shrugged to comply and Draco traversed the room until he stopped in front of a rather large and purple cauldron.
"Extrendrioso," Draco murmured into the pot and immediately the bottom cracked and parted.
"I've always wondered what this thing did," Ron said with amazement as he followed Draco down a ladder to a rather unorthodox staff room.
Making one last flick at his fringe, Draco casually strolled into Snape's classroom. Upon seeing no one there, making it even more desolate than usual, he proceeded to the storage room where he so often has had a rendezvous. Through the midst of black cauldrons and spider webs sat a redhead whose face almost matched his hair.
"Finally Malfoy. Fifteen minutes late- I can't believe you!" Ron spat as Draco entered the room. "You are so lucky that Snape isn't here..." he trailed off to take him in.
Especially his dishelved, piecey, almost "fuck me" hair look. "No, no, can't think of it like that," Ron berated himself. "But does he realize his fly is open? Like my mouth is...bloody hell I did not just do that."
"What have you been up to Malfoy..." he inquired and shut his mouth.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Weasley?" Draco asked the rather distressed redhead before he slumped down to the floor. His head tilted to the right and his legs bent and spread apart, his eyes bore right into Ron's icy glare. "Why was he so miffed?" he asked himself. "Oh right, he's cleaning, hahaha. How lovely."
"Oh no. Don't think you're getting off on me," Ron stated looking back with his normal anger.
Suddenly breaking the contact, Draco blinked, taken aback, "Ex...Excuse me?" Internally he was cursing himself, "Did I, Draco Malfoy, just fucking stutter?"
"Don't act stupid...we're here to clean!" Ron retorted, confused by his enemy's rather intense stare just a moment ago. He hoped that he wasn't plotting something spiteful against him. "Now get up off your lazy arse..." he started, offering his hand to his.
"Get off me, slave," Draco replied, shooing Ron's hand away. He got up on his own, only to lean back against the wall.
"I'm serious, Malfoy. Snape took the wands so we'll have to do it manually," Ron said handing Draco a sponge.
The blonde advanced towards Ron. Not to take the utensil but to stick his hand in his own robes and almost sympathetically replied, "Weasley, have you been paying attention to yourself? Again with the idiotic thoughts...He took your wand, but not mine." And with that he got out his own wand and with a simple cleaning spell, cleaned out every single cauldron like a flick of a switch.
Ron looked around in surprise and gave a crooked grin to his new partner in crime, "Wicked. Thanks Malfoy."
"Now if you no longer have any plans, care to join me in a secret staffing room?" Draco offered, returning the gratitude as best he could; it came as half sarcastic, yet a half genuine smile.
Ron shrugged to comply and Draco traversed the room until he stopped in front of a rather large and purple cauldron.
"Extrendrioso," Draco murmured into the pot and immediately the bottom cracked and parted.
"I've always wondered what this thing did," Ron said with amazement as he followed Draco down a ladder to a rather unorthodox staff room.