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themostepotenteTitle: Secret
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Draco/Ron
Warnings: Humorous content?
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine -- this market's been cornered.
Summary: Ron uncovers the truth about Draco's fitness.
Author notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corvidae9 for iconage.
Betaed bysinick.
Secret
Ron always fancied athletic boys. Always found attractive physically in others what he couldn't find in himself. Tall and lanky, Ron found boys shorter and more muscularly defined to his liking. Unfortunately, the arch nemesis of his best friend, the one that always struck a nerve and bested him at just about everything but chess also caught his eye.
When Draco spent a long time in the showers after Quidditch, Ron was right there on the opposite side watching, his fingers going pruney after multiple washings. He never quite understood how such a lazy boy was so lucky to be born fit. Draco, it seemed, never lifted a finger to keep in shape. Never failed a substance abuse test. Was never seen working out. But still, there it was, a body just as athletic as it was aesthetically pleasing.
If Draco was any good at keeping secrets, Ron was just as good at uncovering -- and exploiting them. He was all too familiar with the embarrassment and the warmth that suffused the body -- in particular Draco's athletic body -- when caught doing something unexpected. Draco's pale flesh reddened from head to slippered tiptoe mid-pirouette when Ron found him early morning in the locker room.
The sound of an opening zipper was loud in the empty expanse of the room, suggesting Draco buy his silence -- his parted lips for Ron's zipped lips.
Fin
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Draco/Ron
Warnings: Humorous content?
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine -- this market's been cornered.
Summary: Ron uncovers the truth about Draco's fitness.
Author notes: This was written for
corvidae9 for iconage. Betaed by
sinick.Ron always fancied athletic boys. Always found attractive physically in others what he couldn't find in himself. Tall and lanky, Ron found boys shorter and more muscularly defined to his liking. Unfortunately, the arch nemesis of his best friend, the one that always struck a nerve and bested him at just about everything but chess also caught his eye.
When Draco spent a long time in the showers after Quidditch, Ron was right there on the opposite side watching, his fingers going pruney after multiple washings. He never quite understood how such a lazy boy was so lucky to be born fit. Draco, it seemed, never lifted a finger to keep in shape. Never failed a substance abuse test. Was never seen working out. But still, there it was, a body just as athletic as it was aesthetically pleasing.
If Draco was any good at keeping secrets, Ron was just as good at uncovering -- and exploiting them. He was all too familiar with the embarrassment and the warmth that suffused the body -- in particular Draco's athletic body -- when caught doing something unexpected. Draco's pale flesh reddened from head to slippered tiptoe mid-pirouette when Ron found him early morning in the locker room.
The sound of an opening zipper was loud in the empty expanse of the room, suggesting Draco buy his silence -- his parted lips for Ron's zipped lips.
Fin
