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perpetual_motionTitle: Lose, Lose
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Dis: JK Rowling's. I'm lying! Lying, I say! Mwa! Ha! Ha!
Author's Notes: This is part of my self-imposed fic challenge.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beizy's request. Enjoy, doll.
Ron huddled on the floor of the hut that he was calling a safehouse and flicked a small fire to life in the crumbling fireplace. He'd been on the run for four days and even Pig was exhausted, huddled under Ron's cloak and not making a sound. The fire crackled up, and Ron moved nearer to it, trying to get some feeling into his freezing fingers.
*Pop*.
Ron whirled around with his wand out and sagged back on his heels. "You scared the hell out of me."
Draco dropped next to Ron on floor. "Part of the job." He reached behind his head and pulled his Death Eater robe over his head. He looked tempted to throw it in the fire. He crumpled it up and threw it in the corner instead. "Nothing tonight."
"Hmmm?" Ron was listing towards the fire.
"You're going to set your hair on fire."
"Who'd notice?"
Draco managed a pale imitation of his usual smirk. "No one would care, either, but your owl will get pissed." He grabbed Ron's shoulder and pulled him him backward. "Get some sleep."
Ron rested his head on Draco's shoulder and crlosed his eyes. "You'll keep watch?"
"Yeah." Draco leaned back so that they were both lying on the floor. "I'll wake you in a few hours."
*
When Ron woke up, the fire had died and there was sun coming in the windows. He sat up and poked Draco in the ribs. "You were supposed to wake me."
"Don't worry, I didn't sleep." Draco stared at the ceiling. "As temtping as it was with you snoring like a drunken Mandrake, I restrained myself."
"I don't snore."
"You weren't awake."
Ron reached for his rucksack and pulled out two apples, some bread, and a large bottle of water. He passed an apple to Draco. "Stuff your mouth with something, would you?"
Draco took a large bite of his apple and leaned in to give Ron a quick, juicy kiss. "You look like shit."
"Thanks. You look worse." Ron pulled a knife from his pack and sliced off chunks of bread. "Anything happen last night?"
"Nothing. It was another show of power."
"Were you the example?"
Draco coughed around the lump in his throat that the concern in Ron's voice caused. "Zabini got the honor. He was very proud."
"I'm sure." Ron took a bite of his bread. "Anything at all to report?"
"I'm fucking tired."
"Get in line." Ron cut his apple in half. "Are we even winning?"
"No one's winning. People are dying and going crazy. Whoever's the most sane at the end wins."
"And if it's Voldermort, we're all dead anyway."
"You're cheerful today."
Ron swallowed the bite of bread he'd taken and grabbed Draco's left arm. He kissed the Dark Mark on Draco's arm and left crumbs behind. "There's not much to be cheerful about."
For once, Draco had no response.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Dis: JK Rowling's. I'm lying! Lying, I say! Mwa! Ha! Ha!
Author's Notes: This is part of my self-imposed fic challenge.
beizy's request. Enjoy, doll.Ron huddled on the floor of the hut that he was calling a safehouse and flicked a small fire to life in the crumbling fireplace. He'd been on the run for four days and even Pig was exhausted, huddled under Ron's cloak and not making a sound. The fire crackled up, and Ron moved nearer to it, trying to get some feeling into his freezing fingers.
*Pop*.
Ron whirled around with his wand out and sagged back on his heels. "You scared the hell out of me."
Draco dropped next to Ron on floor. "Part of the job." He reached behind his head and pulled his Death Eater robe over his head. He looked tempted to throw it in the fire. He crumpled it up and threw it in the corner instead. "Nothing tonight."
"Hmmm?" Ron was listing towards the fire.
"You're going to set your hair on fire."
"Who'd notice?"
Draco managed a pale imitation of his usual smirk. "No one would care, either, but your owl will get pissed." He grabbed Ron's shoulder and pulled him him backward. "Get some sleep."
Ron rested his head on Draco's shoulder and crlosed his eyes. "You'll keep watch?"
"Yeah." Draco leaned back so that they were both lying on the floor. "I'll wake you in a few hours."
*
When Ron woke up, the fire had died and there was sun coming in the windows. He sat up and poked Draco in the ribs. "You were supposed to wake me."
"Don't worry, I didn't sleep." Draco stared at the ceiling. "As temtping as it was with you snoring like a drunken Mandrake, I restrained myself."
"I don't snore."
"You weren't awake."
Ron reached for his rucksack and pulled out two apples, some bread, and a large bottle of water. He passed an apple to Draco. "Stuff your mouth with something, would you?"
Draco took a large bite of his apple and leaned in to give Ron a quick, juicy kiss. "You look like shit."
"Thanks. You look worse." Ron pulled a knife from his pack and sliced off chunks of bread. "Anything happen last night?"
"Nothing. It was another show of power."
"Were you the example?"
Draco coughed around the lump in his throat that the concern in Ron's voice caused. "Zabini got the honor. He was very proud."
"I'm sure." Ron took a bite of his bread. "Anything at all to report?"
"I'm fucking tired."
"Get in line." Ron cut his apple in half. "Are we even winning?"
"No one's winning. People are dying and going crazy. Whoever's the most sane at the end wins."
"And if it's Voldermort, we're all dead anyway."
"You're cheerful today."
Ron swallowed the bite of bread he'd taken and grabbed Draco's left arm. He kissed the Dark Mark on Draco's arm and left crumbs behind. "There's not much to be cheerful about."
For once, Draco had no response.
