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You've Always Been Mine	By : Mamacita Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 7414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of Curling Ribbon and Dragon Underpants
Potter Castle, Godric’s Hollow
16 Dec 1986

Ron scowled in fierce concentration as he attempted yet again to make the ribbon zzzzzip! along the scissor blade and turn into a fat, spiraling curl. He had seen Molly do it earlier when she was wrapping packages; she always enjoyed doing this task by hand rather than using magic, although she did cheat a little and Transfigure small common items from around the house into package decorations. He got a good hold on the ribbon and, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, he started to pull the blade along the ribbon to curl it.

Suddenly the door burst open and Draco came in. Ron gasped—the scissors slipped—and suddenly a deep gash appeared along the pad of his thumb, bleeding profusely. He dropped the scissors and grabbed his right wrist with his left hand. “Owwwww!” he growled. “Cor, Draco, you could knock, you know!” He rocked back and forth, alternating between muttering imprecations in Draco’s direction and hissing in pain.

Draco stared at Ron’s bleeding thumb in dismay. “Oh wow, Ron—I’m sorry!” He came closer. “D’you want a tissue...or something?” he asked hesitantly. “Maybe I should go get your mum.”

“No!” Ron said immediately. “She’ll just make a fuss over it. I’m okay.” He examined his thumb which, thanks to the squeezing he had subjected it to in an effort to dull the sting, was now dripping rather more blood than he’d realized onto his pants, the floor, and the ribbon. “Aw, will you look at that? What a mess! Yeah—go get some tissues or a cloth or something, would you? I’ve got to clean this up before anyone sees it.”

Draco nodded and ducked back out of the bedroom—much more quietly than he had entered—to find something with which to wipe up the spatters of blood. He searched through the nearest bathroom but there wasn’t anyth—ah! For lack of something better, he grabbed the end of the toilet paper roll and pulled hard. About twenty feet of paper spun off the roll, landing in a heap on the floor. He tore it off and gathered up the pile, squashing it under his sweater, then sneaked back out into the hallway. No one was about, so he hurried back to Ron’s room and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” came Ron’s voice, sounding somewhat muffled.

“It’s me,” Draco said in a loud whisper.

Ron pulled the door open and yanked Draco inside. He had been sucking on his thumb, as an errant bloodstain next to his mouth attested, and Draco was almost—almost—tempted to make a joke about it, but resisted when he saw that Ron was really in no mood for jokes just then.

Ron had pulled his sweater half off over his head, which explained his muffled voice, and finished taking it off once the door was firmly closed with Draco inside. He examined it closely and found a small spot of blood. He looked over at Draco and frowned. “Couldn’t you find anything to clean up with?” he asked.

Draco remembered the toilet paper and produced it from beneath his sweater. “Here,” he said. “This is all I could find.” He took the sweater from Ron. “Let me try to clean this up, and you do the floor. And wrap some around your thumb or you’re just going to get more blood on everything.”

Ron quickly wiped up the floor and cut off the bloody stretch of ribbon, throwing it in the wastebasket. As he wound a strip of toilet paper around his thumb, he looked down at his pants and groaned. “Oh, no. Just look! She’ll kill me for sure.” There were several sizeable drops of blood mashed into the gray corduroy.

“Here, give me some of that,” he said, gesturing at the toilet paper. Draco handed over a wad and Ron scrubbed ineffectually at the stains, but his efforts only made things worse.

“I wish I could remember that cleaning spell Mum uses,” he muttered. He glanced at Draco. “You don’t know one, do you?”

Draco gaped at him. “My mother—clean?” he asked simply. He waved at Ron’s pants. “Maybe it would be easier if you took them off,” he suggested. Ron shrugged and did so, then sat down on the bed to give the scrubbing another try.

Draco held out the sweater. “I think I’ve got most of it off this,” he said. He sat down next to Ron and watched him try in vain to remove the bloodstains from his pants.

A glass of water on the nightstand caught Draco’s eye. “Maybe if you used some water,” he said helpfully. He dipped a balled-up wad of toilet paper into the glass and reached out for the pants. His hand rested on Ron’s leg for a moment while Draco waited for him to relinquish the pants.

He thought absently how warm Ron’s skin was. He glanced down and saw that Ron’s freckles were all over his legs, too—as were a considerable number of goosebumps, due to the chill in the room.

Draco looked up at the same time Ron did; for a moment they stared at each other. Ron’s mouth was open a little; Draco had never noticed before just how red his lips were.

Just then the twins ran noisily up the stairs out in the corridor, shouting to each other, and Draco suddenly realized he was sitting next to another boy who had no pants on, with his hand on said boy’s bare leg. He snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned and sneaked a glance at Ron. Ron looked similarly conscious, but the oddest little smile was playing around those red lips. Draco shivered; he didn’t quite know why.

“Maybe I’ll just bury them in the laundry,” Ron said, his voice studiedly casual. “She might not notice the blood.” He got up and walked over to the laundry basket that was in a corner of the room and buried his pants part of the way down in the pile of dirty laundry. Draco watched Ron’s underpants tighten over his rounded cheeks as he bent over to rearrange the laundry.

When Ron turned to the bureau to get another pair of pants, he glanced over at Draco and caught him staring. Again he smiled, as if he knew something Draco didn’t.

Draco reddened and stood up. “Er—the reason I came up in the first place was because your mum said it’s time to wash up for dinner.” He gestured toward the door. “I, uh—I guess we’d better go down.” He went to the door and opened it as Ron hurriedly thrust his legs into the clean pants. Draco carefully kept his eyes above waist level as he followed Ron out of the room and down the stairs.

But somehow his dreams that night were full of firm, round arse cheeks encased in dragon underpants. It was the strangest thing.
The basis for this series of ficlets is Selector’s story “Our Lady of the Blessed Do Over”, which you can find at the Writing Center III Fanfiction Center. Like many other Harry Potter fans, Selector didn’t like the way things worked out in “Deathly Hallows”, so he is writing his own version of Harry’s story. Each of these chapters was originally a "bit" I wrote for a friend to be included in his own larger story. I've extracted them here to present the story-within-a-story of the evolution of Ron and Draco's relationship. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I've enjoyed writing them!
When Selector began this story he asked me to write a series of small “moments” from Ron and Draco’s lives to include here and there among Our Lady’s chapters, showing the evolution of their relationship. He liked the idea of having them reproduced here at AFF on their own, as well.
In Our Lady, Harry and a core group of female characters use a Time-Turner in conjunction with a spell that enables them to start their lives over from birth, but with full knowlege of everything from their first (JKR’s) timeline. It’s a harem story with a twist; Harry has multiple courtesans and wives, the latter known as “the bonded”, and with others of his group they form the Potter Alliance. Harry and his small core group who start over in this second timeline are much more powerful than their peers almost from the beginning, and they manipulate and maneuver the wizarding world into something better than it was before. Their foreknowledge enables them to prevent Lily and James’s murders; Lucius is dispatched early on, and with his evil influence gone Narcissa raises Draco within the Potter Alliance instead of as a potential Death Eater.
Settings include Hogwarts, the Potter Castle in Godric’s Hollow, and Klein Bonaire, a tropical island owned by Harry where the Potter Alliance spend their holidays. (In real life, Klein Bonaire is a small uninhabited islet off the west coast of the Caribbean island of Bonaire.)
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