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, freckles
Draco can remember a time when he scorned Ron’s freckles. They were as much a mark of the lower classes as a farmer’s tan. Not like Draco’s pale skin, that he was so proud of: his pallor marked him as a Malfoy, and he kept his skin flawless with glamours – and curses. Only Dark magic can keep a teenager’s skin clear.
Now Ron’s wholesome freckles charm Draco, and his skin is no longer clear. The Sectumsempra
scar makes him wince, but it’s not like the knot of dead tissue on his arm, where the snake and skull used to be. ~*~
Ron can remember clearly how jealous he was of Draco’s skin when he was a teenager. He had so many spots and freckles and Draco was unblemished. Ron was bitterly resentful; he wished he could hex Draco, cover him with marks.
Now both those things have happened to Draco, but he’s even more beautiful than he was before. The first time Ron saw him naked, Draco saw his eyes fall to the Mark and shuddered. He curled up on Ron’s sheets, pulling his arm tight against his body.
That moment is the only clear memory Ron has of that night.~*~
They’ve learnt each other’s bodies since; memorised every line. Ron knows that if you pull Draco’s hair, his legs fall open; Draco can interpret the timbre of Ron’s different moans. Ron’s learnt how to draw a delightful blush; Draco’s learnt to kiss Ron’s earlobes.
Their pasts and families are written in the marks left by their lives: Ron’s Weasley hair and scarred arms; Draco’s Malfoy nose and Dark Mark. Everything that should keep them apart is etched on their bodies, but their bodies draw close nonetheless.
Afterwards, they curl up together, and Ron’s freckled arms hold Draco’s marked body close.