The Worst of Luck.

[sarka]

It is the 29th and this is the last day of the Ron Ficathon, so here's my story.

The challenge:
* Pairing - Ron/Draco
* One or two other requests you would like in your fic - Post-Hogwarts, cause
there aren't that many out there. I actually like Auror!Draco, but Auror!Ron
is sexy too.
* One restriction - as angsty and sexy as these two can be, but with an
eventual happy ending as it would only work in the Prince and Pauper world ;-)

Title: The Worst of Luck.
Author: Sárka
Written for: thywillbedone
Pairing: Ron/Draco.
Rating: Mild NC-17
Summary: "On occasion, Ron wondered whether there was any plausible reason for his phenomenal and persistent bad luck."
Warnings: This is my first ever slash with a rating above PG.
Notes: Ron and Draco are both aurors. I was trying to write this story in the middle of a bad case of writer's block. Therefore, much gratitute is owed to hildigunnur, queenriley and seviet for the support and encouragement. Also, a humongous thank you to my brilliant beta, salixbabylon and to icarusancalion for pointing me towards her :)



On occasion, Ron wondered whether there was any plausible reason for his phenomenal and persistent bad luck. He suspected that perhaps his mother had not knocked on wood enough when she was making predictions for his future, or maybe he’d just done something extraordinarily bad in a previous life – not that he was a particular believer in reincarnation or anything. Still, there had to be some sort of explanation. It wasn’t natural.

Even if he might possibly explain a few things away with bad karma – like his suddenly single status, or how his latest mission had been an utter failure on all counts – there were other things that Ron thought constituted as such bad luck that it should just be plain outlawed.

Like Malfoy.

Regardless of the fact that Draco Malfoy should just be outlawed, period (even discounting Ron’s quite exceptional bad luck at having been partnered with the slimy Slytherin git), Malfoy was just purely a stroke of extraordinarily bad luck.

Though Ron had to admit to himself that it was a spectacularly aesthetically pleasing and hot stroke of bad luck.

And being confined with his overbearingly sexy ex-arch-nemesis in a small stuffy office at Auror headquarters, doing explanatory paperwork (normally, Muggle fabric shops don’t explode) on a Saturday afternoon was very, very close to the top of the list of things Ron did not want to have to do. Especially when the git was such an infuriating pig.

"See anything you like?"

"What??!"

Malfoy smirked. "Why, you’ve only been staring at me for the better part of the last three hours. Either you’re trying to copy my reports or there’s something in my dazzling appearance that you find fascinating." Ron tried not to blush but he knew that his ears would give him away as usual and therefore decided to admit to the lesser of two evils.

"I was just wondering at your girly handwriting, s’all. By the way, I can see that you misspelled ‘pretentious’ from over here. Trying to blame the whole shenanigan on me, are you?" Draco narrowed his eyes at his parchment, obviously looking for the word ‘pretentious’.

"If you knew how to operate even the most simple detection charms, we wouldn’t be on our knees begging all and sundry for forgiveness right now."

"Oh, shut up Malfoy. It wasn’t me who decided to leave a dangerous Wizard alone and unwatched so that I could go and play hero!"

"You were supposed to have restrained him. Now, if your restraint spell had held..."

Ron fumed. "Held? Of course it bloody well held, you idiot. It held right up to the point when one of his accomplices removed it, which he was free to do while you were off nancing around trying to chase down some godforsaken hunch. I know this must come as a shock to you Malfoy, but there actually are other wizards in the world besides you! And most of them are better qualified!" Malfoy went purple. In Ron’s experience Malfoy only went purple when Ron had gone too far. Ron did not particularly care, though.

"Well, at least my partner’s not one of those ‘better qualified’ wizards. How did you get your NEWT’s if you can’t even manage a simple restraint spell? Did they come as a prize with a Chocolate Frog or something?" Draco replied acidly.

Ron fumed. "I got my NEWT’s the same as you, Malfoy, and if you’re so sure I can’t do a restraint spell, how about I tie you to that chair and see how long it takes for you to free yourself? I can have a bit of fun with you in the meantime."

There was no real change in the air but the change in atmosphere was immediate and very palpable. Suddenly the already stuffy office was stiflingly hot and Malfoy was staring at him in shock with his mouth slightly open. It occurred to Ron to back-pedal, since if truth be told, he’d just meant Rictusempra or something equally innocent, but the look on Malfoy’s face... For months now, he’d been looking for a way to antagonize Malfoy. And now he’d found it. Even if it was more than slightly risqué (what with Malfoy looking like some Nordic God come to life), he was willing to gamble more than just the potential future harassment suit for sexual innuendo towards a male co-worker to keep that glazed look right were it was on Malfoy’s face.

So he moved in before Malfoy got a chance to recover his glacial composure, leant across the table, staring hard into Malfoy’s eyes whispering; "Would you like that, Malfoy?" in the most husky voice he could manage. His reward was immediate – the pleasure of seeing Draco Malfoy gulp was not something he was likely to forget. Neither was the look on his face when Ron actually pulled out his wand and said Retineo, staring into his eyes all the while.

They didn’t break eye contact when Ron stood up and approached Malfoy. The silence in the office was so heavy that they could’ve cut it with a knife and the temperature, if possible, was rising. It wasn’t until Ron was standing directly in front of Malfoy, looking down into his eyes, that Malfoy broke the silence.

"What are you doing, Weasley?" he whispered. His voice sounded raw.

Ron couldn’t help himself. Walking in a semicircle until he was right behind Malfoy, he leant forward until his mouth was millimetres away from Malfoy’s ear and softly licked Malfoy’s earlobe, then pulled back slightly and whispered, "I’m just playing with you, Malfoy."

Draco shivered.

Ron straightened up, walked past Malfoy to the door of the office, sent a releasing spell over his shoulder and stalked down the hallway. He was halfway down the corridor when he heard running footsteps behind him and nearly at the door when Draco caught up with him. He was grabbed by his shoulder, spun around and slammed into the wall next to the entrance. Hard. Draco pinned him against the wall, holding his biceps in a death grip, shouting obscenities at him, but most of them were completely lost on Ron who was staring, transfixed, at how Draco’s nostrils flared in anger.

"Malfoy?" he interrupted the loud tirade, thanking his lucky stars that it was a Saturday and their department was empty.

"What the fuck do you want, Weasel?" Draco glared at him, nostrils still flaring.

"I want to know what you’re planning to do with me, now that you’ve got me."

For half a heartbeat they stared into each other’s eyes before Draco’s lips came crashing down on Ron’s in a hard, open mouthed kiss, tongues weaving around each other, neither of them willing to show submission until Draco growled low in his throat and nudged a leg in-between Ron’s. Electric heat rolled in waves through Ron’s body and he was momentarily distracted enough to let Draco take charge of the kiss. When he managed to gather his thoughts again he retaliated by wrenching one of his arms out of Draco’s grip, curling his fingers into the silver-blond hair and pulling roughly.

Draco winced and pulled back, giving in to the insistent tug on his hair. Ron used the opportunity to reverse their positions, slamming Draco into the wall, then leaning into the crook of Draco’s throat, he kissed the soft skin where throat meets shoulder before biting down just a little less hard than he’d need to draw blood. Draco actually moaned and Ron felt a hand on his back – underneath his T-shirt – and then sharp fingernails were drawn over his skin from shoulder-blade to the small of his back.

"Weasley..." Malfoy said, his voice rough; "...if we’re planning to continue this, I suggest we go somewhere else." Ron pulled back from the vicinity of Draco’s collarbone and tried to mumble something affirmative. Draco dug his fingers into the small of his back and whispered, "You have been in my apartment. Do you think you can Apparate there?" He tightened his grip on Ron’s back. Ron hissed in pain but nodded and then he was suddenly standing all alone in the hallway.

It occurred to him to wait and let Malfoy suffer, but that naturally meant that he had to wait, which was out of the question. Blessing his Auror privileges and special Apparating passes, he concentrated on Malfoy’s rather posh address. A moment later, the hallway was empty.

Draco was waiting for him when the foyer materialized around him. He had barely appeared before Malfoy had him pinned against the wall and was assaulting his throat with long licks all the way up to his jaw. They shed their clothing fast, pulling off each other’s shirts to begin with, just to get to enjoy the silky feeling of skin on skin. When they finally reached the bed they were down to their boxers, the thin cotton doing nothing to disguise the effect they were having on each other.

It was Draco who hit the bed first, Ron on top, but that didn’t last long. They rolled around, limbs entangled, still scratching, pulling at hair and biting, but some of their strokes were softening and some of the biting was more sucking. It was Draco who first succeeded in removing Ron’s pants, wrapping long pale fingers around Ron’s length while Ron gasped incoherently and bucked up into the hand. Draco flicked a thumb over the tip experimentally and Ron wailed, hips arching off the bed, the tendons in his neck straining to push his body upwards.

Draco wasted no time in divesting of his own underwear, then manoeuvred himself so that his body was arched over Ron. Next time Ron bucked up into Draco’s hand, Draco’s hips were already there to meet his, and the sensation of their cocks sliding against each other nearly brought him over the edge. Malfoy lowered himself with a strangled moan, then thrust his hips up, Ron’s following, eager to accommodate. Their cocks trapped between their bodies, they settled into an uneven rhythm of thrusts, until Ron slid his hand between their bodies, stroking his hand over the head of Draco’s cock. That was it for Draco, one more thrust and a stroke of Ron’s hand and he came, pulsing against Ron. Ron bucked his hips up one last time and came with a yell, his come slick on both their stomachs.

They both fell into exhausted sleep before they had to open their eyes and face what they’d done.

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Ron tucked his head neatly into the crook of Draco’s throat, and slung both an arm and a leg over his slender body. Draco sighed and used the arm on Ron’s side to tug him closer.

"This is becoming a somewhat regular occurrence, isn’t it Ron?"

Ron looked up."So, are we on first name basis now, Draco?" He watched the faint smile that tugged at the corners of Draco’s lips.

"Well, it does feel somewhat ridiculous to moan ’Weasley’ every time we do this..."

Ron chuckled. "I see your point."

Draco looked down at him, eyebrows raised. "That has got to be the first time in your life, or mine, that you’ve willingly agreed with me."

"Well, there’s a first time for everything. After all, this is a regular occurrence, as you put it."

Malfoy hesitated. Ron felt the arm around his shoulders tighten. "Um. I guess... that if this will become even more regular... we should set down some rules."

Ron blinked. Right. Rules. Right. Rules?

"Like, I know my father wasn’t exactly the best of men, but don’t call me on that. And I don’t want to be left alone with your brothers. Ever."

Ron looked up at Draco. This was... huge. This was more than huge. This was admittance and acceptance and lots of other really relevant things. He’d probably just do best to ignore it.

He took a deep breath, still looking at Draco. "Well, then, you don’t insult my family. Or our financial standing. And no insulting Hermione, either. Or Harry, if it comes to that."

Draco finally looked down at him, a glimmer in his eye. "And you don’t wear robes to work. I want to be able to ogle you properly."

Ron snorted and burrowed his nose deeper into Draco’s throat. "Bastard."

He felt Draco’s chest heave when he sighed contentedly. "Wanker."

They both fell asleep smiling.