Take My Breath AwayAuthor/Artist: awryPairing:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.Summary:
Post-Hogwarts, AU. Ron goes out drinking with the boys is given a bet. Warnings:
Just very very sloshed boys making silly bets. Crack, its total crack. I dunno what happened to Harry, he just … yeah. Bad bad pick up lines. Concrit?:
Beta‘d by winnett
. The prompt pickup lines
is for goficyourself
The night had started out fun, like most any other night they went out. There was drinking, laughter and they spent most of the evening mocking Neville and his girlfriend. It wasn’t that they didn’t like her, they did, Luna just said the silliest things. But then Ron blurted out, in a drunken slur, that he could get any guy in the room to go home with him. Of course the others roared with laughter at such a claim Ron sat up straighter and huffed at them.
“Humph, I could you know,” Ron said. He reached for his glass and downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. Harry and Seamus exchanged smiles, not particularly nice smiles either.
“No need to get bent, Ron,” Harry said. Ron couldn’t tell if it was Harry spinning or the room but decided that it must be the latter of the two.
“Hey Ron, since you’re so confident why don’t we make a wager on it?” Seamus said wriggling his eyebrows. Ron scrunched his forehead up in thought and his eyes rolled upward. It looked like he was watching for a sign, hoping for guidance on whether to take the bet or not. Seamus smirked. Then Ron smiled and looked back at them.
“And if I win?”
“All four of us will show up next week in skirts,” Seamus said. Dean spit out the drink he’d just taken and stared wide-eyed at his friend. Harry simply patted Dean on the back and smiled at Ron. Neville blushed but wisely kept his mouth shut.
“And if I lose?”
“You show up in a skirt next week,” Seamus said. Ron bit his bottom lip. Harry held up his hands.
“Wait. I think if we’re going to do this then we have to do it right,” he said, hands still up in the air. “If we’re going to go through the trouble of putting on skirts we might as well go all out and go drag.”
“Skivvies?” Seamus asked.
“Skivvies and all,” Harry proclaimed. He lowered his arms and awaited their proclamtion.
“Deal,” Seamus said. Dean started to protest but Seamus shushed him and looked expectantly at Ron.
“Deal. Now to the terms.”
Seamus smiled. “We get to pick the guy and you have absolutely no say in it. You have roughly two hours to get him to agree to go home with you,” Seamus said, glancing at Harry who nodded his agreement. Seamus picked up his lager and took a long draw from it.
“No magic!” Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air again.
Ron frowned. Seamus waved Harry’s statement off and went on talking. “You can only use whatever charm you might possess.”
“I thought Harry just said no magic?” Ron asked.
“Not that sort of charm,” Dean said banging his head on the table, entirely too sober to be having this conversation.
“Right. Pick a bloke then.”
Seamus and Harry huddled together and were talking in hurried hushed tones. They would occasionally glance around the pub then hurry back to their huddle. It took them ten minutes to decide on a bloke and when they turned back to Ron Seamus was smiling a little too menacing for Ron’s comfort level. Seamus pointed to a bloke sitting in the corner with two other guys; Ron frowned. “The one in the blue?” Seamus shook his head and pointed again. “The one in red?” Seamus shook his head again and Harry couldn’t help but to start giggling. Ron sighed. There was only one other bloke at the table and he had his back to him and the only thing Ron could tell about the bloke was that he had long blond hair, in fact Ron wasn’t all that certain that it was a bloke. He was on the small side, his build reminded him more of a girl than a guy. Ron raised his eyebrow and turned to look at Seamus and Harry. Harry was clutching his stomach unable to control his laughter and Seamus just wriggled his eyebrows again.
Ron huffed out his chest and grabbed his glass. He wasn’t sure exactly when it was refilled but he didn’t worry about that now. He slid off the barstool and sauntered over to the blond man. He could hear Harry and Seamus laughing harder now, he must have looked silly trying to sauntered while he was sloshed. Ron tapped the blond man on the shoulder, who turned his head slightly in acknowledgement of Ron. Ron bent over and whispered in what he assumed to be a husky voice, “Hi, I’m Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me.”
The blond shook his head and turned back to his friends, who had started laughing. Ron wasn’t discouraged in the slightest by the blond man’s lack of response and sat down in the chair next to him. With the way the man was sitting, Ron and he were facing opposite direction. Ron still hadn't gotten a good look at him, but in his foggy mind he thought he recognized the two men with him. One was a tall, slender black man and the other man was much shorter than Ron and had brown hair. He was certain he knew them from somewhere. The two men looked at their friend and then motioned for the bar. They stood and left, leaving Ron alone with their friend. Their laughter rising over the din of the pub as they made their way to the bar.
Ron cleared his throated and the man inclined his head slightly in Ron’s direction. His hair covered most of his face; however, Ron could see a grey eye staring at him. “Do you mind if I stare at you up close instead of from across the room?”
The man glared at Ron, or so he assumed that the man glared at him, he couldn’t really tell. Ron looked over at his friends and Seamus waved enthusiastically and gave him a thumbs up. Ron turned back to the man to find that he was still looking at him.
“I would love to be your tears, to be born on your eyes, live on your cheeks and die on your lips,” Ron whispered. He reached a finger up to push back the blond hair and run a finger down the man’s cheek but the man swatted Ron’s hand away and pushed his hair back from his face.
Ron jumped and his eyes grew big. Draco Malfoy was sitting next to him, glaring at him. Ron looked back at his friends to find Harry sitting on the floor laughing, Dean and Neville couldn’t look at him and Seamus was still giving him a thumbs up. “Malfoy,” Ron squeaked. “What are you doing here?”
Malfoy closed his eyes. “It seems I was having a drink with my friends.” Malfoy picked up his drink and downed the rest of the amber liquid. “What is it you want?”
Ron smiled. He leaned close to Malfoy, “If a star fell for every time I thought of you, the sky would be empty.”
“Weasley you’re pissed. Clearly you are forgetting that you do not like me, I do not like you.” Malfoy stood up but Ron grabbed his hand and pulled him back into his chair. Malfoy sent him a death glare, which Ron promptly ignored. Ron brought a closed hand up to Malfoy’s face, who stared at it, Ron slowly opened his hand. “It’s my breath from when you took it away.”
Malfoy looked at Ron, then over his shoulder at the other Gryffindors, then back at Ron. “Did they slip something into your drink?” Ron shook his head. “Oh so it’s just another ploy to humiliate me. I’ve had enough of that; you and your friends seemed to consider that one of life’s supreme pleasures during seventh year.” Malfoy stood up, shook off Ron’s hand and headed to the bar. He stood next to his friends, the black one patted him on his shoulder then motioned for the door. He and the other man grabbed their coats and left, leaving Malfoy alone at the bar. Ron smiled. Looking down at this glass he stood up and walked to the bar.
He approached Malfoy from behind, placing one hand on the man’s hip. Ron leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Baby, you must be a broom, ‘cause you just swept me off my feet.” Ron ran his nose along Malfoy’s jaw.
Malfoy turned and glared at him. “Why don’t you just bugger
off?” Ron’s eyes glazed over and he smiled. He placed his glass on the bar for it to be refilled and then downed the clear liquid once it had appeared.
Ron hummed. They stood facing each other and Ron leaned close again so that their faces were inches apart. “Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?”
Malfoy placed his hand on Ron’s chest and shoved him away. Slamming his glass on the bar he turned with a flourish and stormed away, grabbing his as he headed for the exit. Ron shrugged and walked over to his table. He down yet another drink, grabbed his cloak and waved at his friends, who still sat laughing at him, all of them. Ron ran out of the pub and quickly caught up to Malfoy, falling into stride with him.
“If I followed you home, would you keep me?”
Malfoy huffed and quickened his pace.
* * *
“Seamus, hurry it up,” Dean called. He leaned over the banister looking down towards the bottom of the stairs. He saw Seamus give him a rude gesture before turning to look at Neville, who shrugged his shoulders. It took Harry and Seamus five minutes before they climbed the six flights of stairs, arms full of bags.
“Bloody wanker needs to find a place where the lifts work,” Harry muttered.
Neville knocked on the door and the four of them stood waiting. And they waited. “Maybe we are a bit early; Ron was fairly pissed last night.”
Seamus smacked him on the shoulder and chuckled. “It is never to early too gloat, my friend.” The door was jerked opened and Seamus yelped.
“Ugh,” Harry said before smacking his hands over his eyes. Neville blushed and turned away and Dean placed his head on the wall, his shoulders shaking with laughter. None of them wanted to look at the towel clad blond man standing in the doorway.
“It’s a bit rude to call on one unannounced,” Draco drawled. “Ron, those cretins you call friends are here.”
Seamus pushed past Draco and entered the flat. He sat the bags he was carrying on the counter. Ron opened the bathroom door and stepped out wearing only a towel. He ran his hand through his hair. “Mates you’re a bit early.” Malfoy snorted and headed to Ron’s bedroom.
“But - but -” Harry stammered. Ron grinned.
“So have you picked out your skirts yet?” Ron wriggled his eyebrows at them. Malfoy reappeared, fully dressed and stood next to Ron. Ron glanced over at him and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
Malfoy shook his head. “Potter we’ve-” He pointed to Ron and himself, “been dating for four months now. You’re just too thick to realize it.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the two embracing men. Draco turned and smiled at Ron. “Now wasn‘t that worth the wait?.” Draco gestured to Harry.