Resolution My Left ButtockWord count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for rondracodrabble
’s current prompt, fresh start
. The word limit was SUCH A PAIN on this, I can’t tell you.
Ron woke up in sheets with a pretentiously high thread-count at eleven-thirty. Luckily Ron, like all sensible people, took a holiday on New Year’s Day.
Draco wasn’t sensible. He suddenly shot upright, quivering like a greyhound. “I’m late!”
“You’re self-employed. Stay.” Ron made a brave attempt at a sultry look.
Draco wavered, then – “I made a resolution to stop lounging in bed with you.”
Huffing, Ron turned his back. Two seconds later, a body landed heavily on his.
“What the hell – ?”
Draco murmured into his ear between licks, “don’t you know New Year’s resolutions are made to be broken?”