This is my second dabble into the Harry Potter world. For some reason this
pairing inspired me.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned anything would I be writing fanfiction? The characters are not mine, I'm not profiting, etc.
WARNING: Not much for this chapter except for the word fuck.
A Simple Favor By: Izzy-chan
(taking place the summer before 7th year)
In an act of desperation, Draco Malfoy found himself in the Burrow in front of the Weasley home. He cursed to himself as he knocked on the door of the quaint little home.
Molly Wesley opened the door, surprise etched in her features when she saw who was standing on the other side.
"Oh hello. What can I do for you?" She asked politely.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I need to speak with Ron about a matter of upmost importance," Draco oozed all his Malfoy charm into the sentence.
Molly looked hesitant. "Come in, but you'll have to wait. As you can see Ron's out," she gestured to the homing clock that showed all the Weasley's whereabouts. "I must go out too. There's a pot of tea on the stove. Help yourself."
While Draco waited, he sipped at the cup of tea Mrs. Weasley offered him and examined the house. His first impression had been that it was a lower class establishment, not worthy for a Malfoy. But further examination caused Draco to change his opinion. Yes it was cluttered and the items on display were cheap, but it felt homey. It was a comfortable, welcoming atmosphere, the smell of apple pie in the air. It almost made him feel warm inside.
The door opened, Ron and his older brother Bill entering. They were laughing about some inside joke. When Ron spotted Draco sitting at the kitchen table his laughter died away.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
"I need to speak with you." Draco eyed Bill, "It's a private matter."
Bill grinned. "That's my cue to leave." He comradely slapped Ron on the back. "It's good to be back little brother."
Draco watched the older Weasley leave, making sure that he was out of earshot.
"What are you doing here ferret face? Shouldn't you be in France or someplace?" Ron rolled his eyes as he took a seat across from Draco at the table.
"Don't think that I would be here unless there was no other choice," Draco snapped, his gray eyes narrowing.
"So what's so important that you came down to the slums to speak with me?"
"I need you to fuck me."
Ron immediately burst into laughter. This must be some sort of sick Slytherin joke. But Malfoy's expression was steely in it's seriousness, causing Ron to stop chuckling.
"You're serious. But why?"
Draco sighed. "My father has been slowly bringing the Malfoy name down. We are close to ruin. I overheard him plotting to marry me off to an older rich friend of his, a male older rich friend. A condition of the union is that I must be a virgin and participate in a binding spell."
"You're a virgin?" Ron blurted out. That was a shock. Even though Draco Malfoy was a bastard, he was a damn sexy bastard, all slender and tall. He had stopped sliking back his hair and allowed the whit blonde locks to fall freely, framing delicate features and silvery gray eyes.
"Okay, so you don't want to marry this guy and need to lose your virginity. Why not shag another Slytherin?" Ron asked, trying to reason this out.
"It has to be a male. I've known all the Slytherin boys since we were babies. They are like brothers to me, My father would suspect something if it was one of them. I needed someone who was known for acting spontaneously," Draco explained.
"Okay, but why me?"
"I knew you liked boys," Well, that was true. Ron was openly bi-sexual at school. "And Blaise Zabini told me that you are fantastic in bed."
Ron's face pinked. Blaise had been a short fling the year before. They parted on amicable terms, both wanting to find a serious relationship, but having nothing in common except for the sex.
"So just because your friend says that I'm a good shag you want me to fuck you?"
Draco sighed, putting his hand to the bridge of his nose. He felt a headache coming on.
"I decided on you because no matter how much you hate me, you're still a goody-goody Gryffindor. I know that you'd treat me well. And Zabini told me that you weren't just a good shag. He said you were the best sex he ever had, and he's had a lot of partners so that's saying something."
"What makes you think that I'd do it? You get what you deserve and you deserve some rich old man using you as a plaything."
Draco felt a hard spike of anger. He had just made himself vulnerable, bared himself out in the open and this is what he got? He slammed a hand on the table.
"I won't leave until you do it Weasley!"
"Then you'll be here forever!" Ron declared as he stormed out of the room.
Draco remained at the table, sullen faced and nursing his tea. He wished he had some alcohol to put in it.
Bill entered the kitchen, fixed himself a sandwich, and proceeded to sit in front of Draco.
"So you must be Draco Malfoy."
Draco didn't reply and studied the man in front of him. The oldest Weasley son was the handsomest and more daring of the bunch. His long red hair was tied back, a fang earring hanging jauntily from his ear. His brown eyes twinkled as he looked at Draco.
"You're as lovely as Ron described. Sad thing that your personality is as cold as he said as well."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Your brother would never describe me as lovely."
"That's where you're wrong. Ron said that you were gorgeous, but that your attitude put him off." Bill smiled as he noted the surprise on young Malfoy's features. "I'd have to agree with him."
Draco was angry with himself that he could be so tongue-tied over a little bit of flattery. A Malfoy was supposed to have more composure than that.
He changed tactic. "You really think that I'm lovely?" He purred.
"Don't tell me that you're hitting on my brother!" Ron moaned from the doorway.
Draco stiffened at Ron's unexpected entrance. Relaxing, he raised an elegant brow. "Of course not."
"I need to speak with Malfoy alone."
Bill his hid a smile as he rose. "Then I shall be making my exit once again. Pleasure to meet you Draco."
As soon as he was gone, Ron exploded. "What do you think you're doing? I won't shag youso now you proposition my brother?"
"Weasley, it's not..."
Ron cut him off. "Bill is here getting over a rough break up from a long term relationship. I won't let you hurt him."
"I wasn't planning on it."
"I want you out of here Malfoy!"
Molly returned to hear her son yelling.
"Ron! Shame on you for treating a guest so rudely!" She chastised him. She didn't like the Malfoy's either, but she knew what proper behavior was. She turned to Draco. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh call me Molly dear." She smiled at him.
Ron gaped. His mother was smiling at a Malfoy. "How could you let him stay for dinner?"
"He's a polite young man. You could learn some manners from him."
Her word was final.
Dinner was an interesting affair to say the least. All the Weasley's gathered to sit at the table (except Charlie who was in Romania). All of them eyed Draco speculatively, but after Molly's stern glance, didn't dare to question his presence with them.
The way they acted during the meal was unlike Draco had ever experienced before. His family's meals were quiet and formal. The Weasley's was an open discussion. Each of them spoke, whether it was to tell a story from their day or to pick on one another.
Draco found himself enjoying his observation of all of them. His appraisal of Ron was the longest. Ron had matured greatly in the years that Draco had known him. He was admittedly attractive, not as handsome as Bill, but his shaggy red hair, sky blue eyes, and freckles had a certain charm to him. And his body was magnificent. Ron was almost a full foot taller than Draco and wider. He wasn't fat, just covered in muscle.
Draco saw Bill's eyes twinkling and knew that he had been caught staring at Ron.
After dinner, Bill approached Draco alone.
"I saw you checking out Ron. You like him?"
"It's complicated," Draco replied.
"I could help you out if you wanted. It won't take much. You already have his mind's attention. You just need to get his body's attention."
Draco blushed slightly at that comment.
"Malfoy, my mother wanted to know if you're staying the night. It's getting late," Ron interrupted the conversation with a scowl on his face.
"Tell her that I would be honored to stay."
Watch out little brother, Bill thought with a smile. This would be too easy.
(TBC)
I hope that was okay for a first chapter and not too OOC! Please tell me what you think!
Izzy-chan
DISCLAIMER: If I owned anything would I be writing fanfiction? The characters are not mine, I'm not profiting, etc.
WARNING: Not much for this chapter except for the word fuck.
A Simple Favor By: Izzy-chan
(taking place the summer before 7th year)
In an act of desperation, Draco Malfoy found himself in the Burrow in front of the Weasley home. He cursed to himself as he knocked on the door of the quaint little home.
Molly Wesley opened the door, surprise etched in her features when she saw who was standing on the other side.
"Oh hello. What can I do for you?" She asked politely.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I need to speak with Ron about a matter of upmost importance," Draco oozed all his Malfoy charm into the sentence.
Molly looked hesitant. "Come in, but you'll have to wait. As you can see Ron's out," she gestured to the homing clock that showed all the Weasley's whereabouts. "I must go out too. There's a pot of tea on the stove. Help yourself."
While Draco waited, he sipped at the cup of tea Mrs. Weasley offered him and examined the house. His first impression had been that it was a lower class establishment, not worthy for a Malfoy. But further examination caused Draco to change his opinion. Yes it was cluttered and the items on display were cheap, but it felt homey. It was a comfortable, welcoming atmosphere, the smell of apple pie in the air. It almost made him feel warm inside.
The door opened, Ron and his older brother Bill entering. They were laughing about some inside joke. When Ron spotted Draco sitting at the kitchen table his laughter died away.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
"I need to speak with you." Draco eyed Bill, "It's a private matter."
Bill grinned. "That's my cue to leave." He comradely slapped Ron on the back. "It's good to be back little brother."
Draco watched the older Weasley leave, making sure that he was out of earshot.
"What are you doing here ferret face? Shouldn't you be in France or someplace?" Ron rolled his eyes as he took a seat across from Draco at the table.
"Don't think that I would be here unless there was no other choice," Draco snapped, his gray eyes narrowing.
"So what's so important that you came down to the slums to speak with me?"
"I need you to fuck me."
Ron immediately burst into laughter. This must be some sort of sick Slytherin joke. But Malfoy's expression was steely in it's seriousness, causing Ron to stop chuckling.
"You're serious. But why?"
Draco sighed. "My father has been slowly bringing the Malfoy name down. We are close to ruin. I overheard him plotting to marry me off to an older rich friend of his, a male older rich friend. A condition of the union is that I must be a virgin and participate in a binding spell."
"You're a virgin?" Ron blurted out. That was a shock. Even though Draco Malfoy was a bastard, he was a damn sexy bastard, all slender and tall. He had stopped sliking back his hair and allowed the whit blonde locks to fall freely, framing delicate features and silvery gray eyes.
"Okay, so you don't want to marry this guy and need to lose your virginity. Why not shag another Slytherin?" Ron asked, trying to reason this out.
"It has to be a male. I've known all the Slytherin boys since we were babies. They are like brothers to me, My father would suspect something if it was one of them. I needed someone who was known for acting spontaneously," Draco explained.
"Okay, but why me?"
"I knew you liked boys," Well, that was true. Ron was openly bi-sexual at school. "And Blaise Zabini told me that you are fantastic in bed."
Ron's face pinked. Blaise had been a short fling the year before. They parted on amicable terms, both wanting to find a serious relationship, but having nothing in common except for the sex.
"So just because your friend says that I'm a good shag you want me to fuck you?"
Draco sighed, putting his hand to the bridge of his nose. He felt a headache coming on.
"I decided on you because no matter how much you hate me, you're still a goody-goody Gryffindor. I know that you'd treat me well. And Zabini told me that you weren't just a good shag. He said you were the best sex he ever had, and he's had a lot of partners so that's saying something."
"What makes you think that I'd do it? You get what you deserve and you deserve some rich old man using you as a plaything."
Draco felt a hard spike of anger. He had just made himself vulnerable, bared himself out in the open and this is what he got? He slammed a hand on the table.
"I won't leave until you do it Weasley!"
"Then you'll be here forever!" Ron declared as he stormed out of the room.
Draco remained at the table, sullen faced and nursing his tea. He wished he had some alcohol to put in it.
Bill entered the kitchen, fixed himself a sandwich, and proceeded to sit in front of Draco.
"So you must be Draco Malfoy."
Draco didn't reply and studied the man in front of him. The oldest Weasley son was the handsomest and more daring of the bunch. His long red hair was tied back, a fang earring hanging jauntily from his ear. His brown eyes twinkled as he looked at Draco.
"You're as lovely as Ron described. Sad thing that your personality is as cold as he said as well."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Your brother would never describe me as lovely."
"That's where you're wrong. Ron said that you were gorgeous, but that your attitude put him off." Bill smiled as he noted the surprise on young Malfoy's features. "I'd have to agree with him."
Draco was angry with himself that he could be so tongue-tied over a little bit of flattery. A Malfoy was supposed to have more composure than that.
He changed tactic. "You really think that I'm lovely?" He purred.
"Don't tell me that you're hitting on my brother!" Ron moaned from the doorway.
Draco stiffened at Ron's unexpected entrance. Relaxing, he raised an elegant brow. "Of course not."
"I need to speak with Malfoy alone."
Bill his hid a smile as he rose. "Then I shall be making my exit once again. Pleasure to meet you Draco."
As soon as he was gone, Ron exploded. "What do you think you're doing? I won't shag youso now you proposition my brother?"
"Weasley, it's not..."
Ron cut him off. "Bill is here getting over a rough break up from a long term relationship. I won't let you hurt him."
"I wasn't planning on it."
"I want you out of here Malfoy!"
Molly returned to hear her son yelling.
"Ron! Shame on you for treating a guest so rudely!" She chastised him. She didn't like the Malfoy's either, but she knew what proper behavior was. She turned to Draco. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh call me Molly dear." She smiled at him.
Ron gaped. His mother was smiling at a Malfoy. "How could you let him stay for dinner?"
"He's a polite young man. You could learn some manners from him."
Her word was final.
Dinner was an interesting affair to say the least. All the Weasley's gathered to sit at the table (except Charlie who was in Romania). All of them eyed Draco speculatively, but after Molly's stern glance, didn't dare to question his presence with them.
The way they acted during the meal was unlike Draco had ever experienced before. His family's meals were quiet and formal. The Weasley's was an open discussion. Each of them spoke, whether it was to tell a story from their day or to pick on one another.
Draco found himself enjoying his observation of all of them. His appraisal of Ron was the longest. Ron had matured greatly in the years that Draco had known him. He was admittedly attractive, not as handsome as Bill, but his shaggy red hair, sky blue eyes, and freckles had a certain charm to him. And his body was magnificent. Ron was almost a full foot taller than Draco and wider. He wasn't fat, just covered in muscle.
Draco saw Bill's eyes twinkling and knew that he had been caught staring at Ron.
After dinner, Bill approached Draco alone.
"I saw you checking out Ron. You like him?"
"It's complicated," Draco replied.
"I could help you out if you wanted. It won't take much. You already have his mind's attention. You just need to get his body's attention."
Draco blushed slightly at that comment.
"Malfoy, my mother wanted to know if you're staying the night. It's getting late," Ron interrupted the conversation with a scowl on his face.
"Tell her that I would be honored to stay."
Watch out little brother, Bill thought with a smile. This would be too easy.
(TBC)
I hope that was okay for a first chapter and not too OOC! Please tell me what you think!
Izzy-chan