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Author name: Icarus
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Sub Category:A wistful moment
Summary:I keep having images of Ron and Draco in rec hour at the Death Eater Ministry...
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Copyright © 2004 by Icarus Ancalion. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in whole or part without the author's explicit permission. Ask, guys. I'm easy to reach and usually quite generous.
Author notes: An unbeta'd tidbit from the Beg Me For It universe.
Ron settled the instrument on his knee, stroked the cool wood. He didn't care if Draco'd had to sell his arse for this -- it was worth it. The strings squeaked slightly as he tried an experimental thrum.. paused to tune the E-string. Better. Bill was cool in a lot of ways, and had taught his little brother a few chords.
Ron had never been very good, but like most things he worked at it steadily because he liked it; now he had the time. Amazing it was easy to get a guitar, but just pure hell to find a pick. He pulled it out from where he held it between his teeth (he'd been told never to do that, but..) and hesitantly began to tickle out the melody, soft as water, his head bent in concentration. He'd worked on this one for weeks. He almost had it, too.
He hummed a little, slightly off-key, to bring a chord to mind -- ah. It fell into place, a perfect stroke. Then began again, lost in the magic of the song he could now play, his hand shifting along the complaining fret, firm but tender.
As he finished and returned to earth, he felt the weight of eyes on him and blinked up at Draco.
"I think you've improved."
"You don't have to sound so surprised."
He sat down next to Ron. "If it were a surprise I wouldn't've have wasted my money in the first place."
It took Ron's confused mind a moment to work that out to a compliment, which he carefully stored away with other such rarities from Draco. He chewed his lip hide his smile and began a rambling non-tune, plucking gentle notes, then shifted into a song Draco knew.
Halfway in, he could almost feel Draco hum, just below hearing. He always did that, but never sang.
"C'mon.. you know this one," Ron nodded at him, continuing to play.
"I don't sing."
Ron chuckled. Sure. "I've heard you a million times."
"I'll have to stop singing in the shower. There aren't any decent silencing charms in this place." Draco sighed wistfully.
"You have a nice voice.""Your standards are low, and I'm not making a spectacle of myself."
Draco leveled a gaze a Ron. "I can carry a tune, that's the extent of it." It was a convincing argument. Too bad it was belied by the hunger on his face, and his slight hum whenever Ron played.
Ron was thoughtful for a moment, letting the notes wash over them. Sometimes it felt like his hands played of their own accord.
"You know, Draco, you don't have to be the best at everything. I'm not the best at, well, a lot of things, but that doesn't stop me." He didn't look at Draco as he spoke. He waited for that to sink in.
Then he glanced over with a grin, "Besides, if you don't sing - I will."
"Well, if you're going to make threats..."
Ron couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. He laughed, and restarted the same song. He kept his eyes carefully on the strings, which he didn't need to watch any more to play though Draco didn't have to know that. Draco began tentatively, didn't sound nearly as good as he usually did. But slowly his light, clear tenor rose above the soft thrum of the guitar.
Ron's eyes lit up, careful not to let Draco see.