A/N: Just another little follow-up drabble in the series. Thanks again to everybody who commented on the last two ficlets.
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The scowl on Draco's face as he slammed the front door behind him was more than enough to put Ron on his guard.
"So, er, how did it go?" he tentatively asked, aware that this quite possibly wasn't the best thing to say at the present moment, but a tad uncertain as to exactly what would be.
For several moments Draco just glowered.
"I'll tell you how it went," he eventually snarled. "It was the single most demeaning experience of my entire existence."
Ron bit his tongue in an effort to prevent himself from making the wholly true yet somewhat un-diplomatic observation that it would have to be pretty damned bad to beat the time he'd been picked up by the Muggle police following that ill-advised flirtation with Neville Longbottom's 'Special Pipeweed'. Draco tended to get a bit upset when that particular incident was brought up.
"First, I was forced to pose in an uncomfortable position that didn't even show my good side. Then there was an elderly wizard who kept trying to feel me up under the flimsy pretence of re-arranging me so that I could, to quote, 'catch the light better'. After that there were the three teenage witches who couldn't stop giggling every time they looked at my naked body. Oh, and to top it all off, most of the pictures they drew made me look completely deformed."
"So you quit then?" said Ron, in a rather more hopeful manner than intended. For some reason the idea of pervy old wizards and giggling young witches ogling his not-really-boyfriend's nude form caused a mild wave of bile to rise in his throat.
"Of course not," snapped Draco.
"But you just said that it was the most demeaning experience of your existence."
"Yes, but next time will be different."
"It will?" Ron queried as his brow furrowed. Sometimes Draco's thought processes could leave a man completely nonplussed.
Draco nodded. "Of course it will, because this time you'll be coming with me to make sure that the wretched plebes keep their comments respectful, their hands to themselves and their pictures non-ugly."
Ron gaped. "I am not joining some… some dodgy art class just keep an eye on you," he protested.
Draco waved a dismissive hand. "You don't have to join anything. The club leader mentioned that she'd like to have two wizards pose at the same time and you're always going on about short of money you are, so I decided to kill two Hippogriffs with one stone and sign you up as well."
"WHAT?"
"Hope you don't mind."