#dronarry my beloved
wednesday wip snip
From my upcoming Dronarry fic Tiny Home, a little Dron moment for you. I. am. weak. for. Dron. Ahem.
“The rest of your life?” Ron asks him gently after a beat, his summer-pink mouth tucking up in a gentle smile. He smells heady; like a field of wildflowers bleached under sunlight. “Really?”
Draco tightens his fingers over the key still held in his hand, feeling the bite of rusted metal against the skin of his palm.
“You say it with such wonder,” he whispers quickly, almost accusatory.
“Should I not?”
Draco closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, Ron is somehow even closer to him. Draco can feel the heat of his breath, the slow sway of him coming closer still.
The helpless way his own body turns toward him.
The weakness of his knees.
“How could you want this?” Draco asks him, strained and small.
Ron’s fingers wrap themselves fully around Draco’s, and Draco stares at him in frozen astonishment as he lifts Draco’s hand to his mouth and kisses the back of his knuckles, the metal of his rings; like a knight courting a prince.
A huffed breath. “How could I not?”
This is so goooooood!!! I want it NOW
