Yay for me, I updated! This is another short one, thank god. This is the length the Firsts are supposed to be, but even now I'm thinking that this one is too short. I keep telling myself, "Mrsfigg22, you need to learn how to write shorter oneshots" but do I really? I don't know, but this drabble was originally shorter, so I suppose it's a bit better. It's still longer than I wanted them (around 200 words) but not by much, and I think the whole "200 words" thing was a bit too...difficult of a bar to reach. Bah, I'll have to change the description, oh well...
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FIRST LAUGH
Draco remembers the first time he made Ron laugh. It was really quite easy to do (which was too bad for Draco, because he really liked looking back on the special times of his and Ron's relationship and if it was so easy to make him laugh then it wasn't really all that special.) and it left him with a surprising warmth in the bottom of his stomach afterwards.
But Draco just ignored the easiness and pretended that him making Ron laugh was an incredible feat. If anything, it was a giant personal step for his pride to look back on it fondly, considering that the cause of Ron's riotous laughter was Draco making himself look like an absolute moron.
It was even before their first date, the winter before, in fact. Draco and Ron were walking around Diagon Alley, window-shopping and wasting time.
They decided to go into a broom shop to take a closer look at the newest Comet. Draco was saying something unimportant about how Comet-brand brooms were basically trash tied to sticks and that the Nimbus brand was so much better when he pushed on the door, not seeing the huge letters in bold that formed the word, "PULL". So, naturally, he walked right into the door with a smack and fell backwards. Ron, who laughed the moment Draco's forehead made contact, managed to catch him and set him back up.
Draco was flushed and furious. Ron, on the other hand, was laughing so hard he had to support himself on Draco's shoulder for a moment. Finally his mirth subsided enough for him to gasp, "It's just…your head made this hilarious 'thunk'!" He gestured to the smudge Draco's forehead had left on the the glass door and broke out into stitches all over again.
At the time Draco had been so angry he had apparated away immediately, leaving Ron outside the Quidditch shop. Once Ron had caught his breath and composed himself he found Draco again and apologized, but also justified himself by saying that it was funny, and if it had been Ron who had walked into the door, Draco would be in the same state of laughter.
Draco didn't talk to Ron for a full week after that.
Now, Draco smiled inwardly at the memory. It was funny, even though it had been terribly humiliating at the time. And the sound of Ron's laugh was enough to make it a near-perfect memory. Draco had heard Ron's laugh before, of course; while he was with his friends or family, but Draco had underestimated the giddy feeling he would get when he was the cause of it.
Of course Draco would never give Ron the pleasure of knowing this; he still had a reputation of being a cold-hearted bastard to maintain, after all.
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A sad attempt of mine to be witty, I hope no one was too disturbed.
Laughed? Cried? Or did you cry at my miserable attempt to make you laugh? Let me know by reviewing!