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Roman Holiday
Why am I here?
That was the single thought running through Ron Weasley’s head as he prepared another of Fred and George’s concoctions. He hated everything about this job. He’d tried to convince himself earlier on that he would like the job. It evidently hadn’t sunken in.
Everyday he went through the same monotonous cycle. And everyday he hated it more.
Why don’t I just quit, he thought to himself half jokingly.
Just then Fred Apparated right in front of him with a loud ‘pop’. Ron jumped back in surprise and then swore under his breath. “Geez, Fred. Why can’t you walk across a room like a normal person?
“That’s so Muggle-like, Ron,” Fred stated jokingly, “Who wants to act like a Muggle when you can act like…like anything you want.”
Ron rolled his eyes. He didn’t think Fred and George would ever change.
“Speaking of world travel…” continued Fred, “George and I have agreed that you need a vacation. We want you to
pack up your stuff and head to the Bermuda Triangle…or somewhere like it.”
Ron stared at his older brother. Did they know how much he hated his job? How much he wished he hadn’t started. “Uhh…well…okay,” Ron finally managed to spit out. “Th-Thanks a lot Fred,” he mumbled and dazedly walked to the door.
“And don’t come back until you’ve had a right good shag,” Fred yelled after him, smirking to himself.
“Yeah, okay, whatever you say,” Ron distractedly called back. He must be dreaming. He was going on a vacation.
Without his family.
Ron chose to head to Italy, deciding that now was better than ever to make a trip to Rome.
The moment he stepped off the plane, he felt a huge weight removed from his shoulders. He was free. If only for the moment.
He got his things settled in his hotel and decided to take a jaunt through the city. No time like the present, he thought to himself.
When he finally decided to stop at a café close to his hotel, the sun was just beginning to set. He set himself up outside and commenced observing.
He couldn’t help but notice every blonde haired man that passed. None of them had hair like Draco’s. Who was he fooling? Draco wouldn’t be in Rome. Much less interested in Ron Weasley, an ungainly scarecrow.
He had to stop himself. He wasn’t going to ruin his vacation by obsessing over Draco Malfoy.
Was that his name being called? He didn’t know anyone in Rome, but someone was calling his name. He looked over his shoulder…and swallowed convulsively.
“Ron, hey, I thought I recognized that hair,” Draco Malfoy joked as he nonchalantly joined Ron at his table.
Ron sat staring at Draco a second longer than was necessary, and then pulled himself together. “Uhh, hey Draco…fancy seeing you here.” I can’t believe I just said that. I’m an idiot, Ron thought to himself.
“Yeah, I can hardly believe it myself. So, what brings you to the beautiful city of Rome?” Draco asked.
“Vacation. A well needed and well deserved vacation. I'm staying in that hotel,” Ron pointed to a nearby building.
“Well, I don’t know about well deserved…” Draco teased.
Ron gave him a ‘you’re not funny’ glare and then asked him what he was doing to Rome. Draco made a face before answering, “I’m here on business of my fathers. Not my kind of vacation, but at least I’m away from him,” he sighed.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I couldn’t wait to get away from my family. Everywhere I go…there they are,” Ron sympathized.
“Well, we don’t have to talk about our families. We’re on vacation and I don’t intend to spend mine wallowing in self pity,” Draco added.
Man, thought Ron, Draco really knows how to make someone comfortable. Even if he didn’t want me as a…well, as a boyfriend, then we could at least be friends. He really seems to enjoy talking to me. I just wish I could stop staring at his mouth. Red, full, and juicy. Ripe for the picking. Ron licked his lips subconsciously. What would it be like to feel that hot breath, the moans, and that wonderful tongue of his all over him?
Ron moaned and then started when he realized he had moaned out loud.
Draco had been absently talking about his father’s business, when he heard Ron. He turned to see Ron stretching. But not before he glimpsed something in Ron’s eyes that knocked the wind out of him. Desire. Raw and unchecked. I must have imagined that, thought Draco. Ron would never have feelings like that for me.
But Draco couldn’t erase the image of Ron’s lust filled eyes.
Author's Note: It would be nice to get a review. And to know where I should take the story from here. I've had to edit a few minor things. Thanks for the feedback.
That was the single thought running through Ron Weasley’s head as he prepared another of Fred and George’s concoctions. He hated everything about this job. He’d tried to convince himself earlier on that he would like the job. It evidently hadn’t sunken in.
Everyday he went through the same monotonous cycle. And everyday he hated it more.
Why don’t I just quit, he thought to himself half jokingly.
Just then Fred Apparated right in front of him with a loud ‘pop’. Ron jumped back in surprise and then swore under his breath. “Geez, Fred. Why can’t you walk across a room like a normal person?
“That’s so Muggle-like, Ron,” Fred stated jokingly, “Who wants to act like a Muggle when you can act like…like anything you want.”
Ron rolled his eyes. He didn’t think Fred and George would ever change.
“Speaking of world travel…” continued Fred, “George and I have agreed that you need a vacation. We want you to
pack up your stuff and head to the Bermuda Triangle…or somewhere like it.”
Ron stared at his older brother. Did they know how much he hated his job? How much he wished he hadn’t started. “Uhh…well…okay,” Ron finally managed to spit out. “Th-Thanks a lot Fred,” he mumbled and dazedly walked to the door.
“And don’t come back until you’ve had a right good shag,” Fred yelled after him, smirking to himself.
“Yeah, okay, whatever you say,” Ron distractedly called back. He must be dreaming. He was going on a vacation.
Without his family.
Ron chose to head to Italy, deciding that now was better than ever to make a trip to Rome.
The moment he stepped off the plane, he felt a huge weight removed from his shoulders. He was free. If only for the moment.
He got his things settled in his hotel and decided to take a jaunt through the city. No time like the present, he thought to himself.
When he finally decided to stop at a café close to his hotel, the sun was just beginning to set. He set himself up outside and commenced observing.
He couldn’t help but notice every blonde haired man that passed. None of them had hair like Draco’s. Who was he fooling? Draco wouldn’t be in Rome. Much less interested in Ron Weasley, an ungainly scarecrow.
He had to stop himself. He wasn’t going to ruin his vacation by obsessing over Draco Malfoy.
Was that his name being called? He didn’t know anyone in Rome, but someone was calling his name. He looked over his shoulder…and swallowed convulsively.
“Ron, hey, I thought I recognized that hair,” Draco Malfoy joked as he nonchalantly joined Ron at his table.
Ron sat staring at Draco a second longer than was necessary, and then pulled himself together. “Uhh, hey Draco…fancy seeing you here.” I can’t believe I just said that. I’m an idiot, Ron thought to himself.
“Yeah, I can hardly believe it myself. So, what brings you to the beautiful city of Rome?” Draco asked.
“Vacation. A well needed and well deserved vacation. I'm staying in that hotel,” Ron pointed to a nearby building.
“Well, I don’t know about well deserved…” Draco teased.
Ron gave him a ‘you’re not funny’ glare and then asked him what he was doing to Rome. Draco made a face before answering, “I’m here on business of my fathers. Not my kind of vacation, but at least I’m away from him,” he sighed.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I couldn’t wait to get away from my family. Everywhere I go…there they are,” Ron sympathized.
“Well, we don’t have to talk about our families. We’re on vacation and I don’t intend to spend mine wallowing in self pity,” Draco added.
Man, thought Ron, Draco really knows how to make someone comfortable. Even if he didn’t want me as a…well, as a boyfriend, then we could at least be friends. He really seems to enjoy talking to me. I just wish I could stop staring at his mouth. Red, full, and juicy. Ripe for the picking. Ron licked his lips subconsciously. What would it be like to feel that hot breath, the moans, and that wonderful tongue of his all over him?
Ron moaned and then started when he realized he had moaned out loud.
Draco had been absently talking about his father’s business, when he heard Ron. He turned to see Ron stretching. But not before he glimpsed something in Ron’s eyes that knocked the wind out of him. Desire. Raw and unchecked. I must have imagined that, thought Draco. Ron would never have feelings like that for me.
But Draco couldn’t erase the image of Ron’s lust filled eyes.
Author's Note: It would be nice to get a review. And to know where I should take the story from here. I've had to edit a few minor things. Thanks for the feedback.