H/R drabble for Fellanuwua

Per commentary from a week or so ago:

( lawyerly correspondence )

Title: Dancing Kings
Rating: PG for m/m relations
A/N: A Trail of Persimmon universe. Link is to an adult fic.

"Stop yanking my chain! This is the green shirt, isn't it?"

A sheepish grin settled on Ron's lips. "Yeah. Sorry to be a git. C'mon, let's go."

Harry swatted Ron's arse before Apparating to the club where, four months prior, Ron had shocked Harry to his core by revealing his affections for him. He'd dropped hints everywhere, but Harry'd been incredibly thick and oblivious.

They danced in the sweaty crowd, gyrating to the throbbing music, never leaving each other's orbits of bumping hips and clutching hands.

"You're brilliant!" Ron yelled ebulliently.

"Happy Anniversary!" Harry shouted back before stealing a kiss.

R/D drabble, "Come Not Between the Dragon and His Wrath"

I don't know why, but this drabble I just posted has left a satisfied smirk on my face, so I'll post it here (for anyone new to my flist or LJ, I normally post any R/D drabbles exclusively at rondracodrabble and any H/R ones at harryron100). But I thought I'd share this one.

Title: Come Not Between the Dragon and His Wrath (from King Lear)
Prompt: Girly
Rating: PG-13 (language)
A/N: Magic Immunity universe

Draco glowered at Ron, his indignation barely restrained. It made his blood boil when Ron got into butch mode.

"Having a facial once a month is not girly, you insecure queer," Draco snarled. "It's good for your skin. Merlin knows it wouldn't do you any harm to get one."

Ron looked stunned, rubbing at the several-days growth on his jaw. "It was a joke, bloody hell. Bite my fucking head off, next time," he mumbled into the lip of his ale bottle.

"Don't be a fuckwit, and I won't get pissed off," Draco suggested, his anger fading to a simmer.