Teasing and snowing

by turpistichead

Summary:

Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley got in a fight, but when it started to get intense, everything is ruined by that bloody Harry Potter!

Notes:

It is actually my re-post of that fick. I posted it originally back in October 2025, but deleted, cause I was kinda ashamed how fluffy this thing is, but now I decided not to give a damn anymore! So here it is once again!

It was during the holiday break of his fifth year in Hogwarts, when Draco found his dad drunk and bubbly in the main common room in the Manor. He was in his favorite leather-bound chair. Staring at the flickering flames of the fireplace. One hand in his hair, the other one with half-empty glasses of white wine. Empty bottle resting on the ground by his leg.

Draco stood there for a while, before realizing that it’s gonna take more for Lucius to notice him, than just being there.

“Hello father”,he said.

Lucius blinked.

“Oh…it’s you…”

He covered his mouth and burped.

“Dad…are you alright?”

Lucius just slowly shakes his head.

Oh, no… Everything, but not that! Draco thought.

“Daaaad… Where’s mum?”

“In the kitchen - she’s making cinnamon buns with Fork…”

Draco smiled - even tho it’s been like three years already since Fork replaced Dobby, that name was still hilarious for him.

“That dumb elf is such a waste of space…”Lucius complained.”In the morning I commanded her to sweep the dust from the books in my office…”

Draco was relieved. So it’s just the elf-stuff again! Nobody noticed! He doesn’t know about it! Thanks Merlin, he doesn’t have a clue!

“...she…s-she…She put back all of my books upside down!”

Fork was originally serving in the house of some retired-Castelobuoxo-professor located in a small beach-town of Ashdod, so sometimes even though now she had new owners, she used to stick to her old habits.

“Dad…”

“With Dobby I never had problems like that!”Lucius yelled.”Damn Potter! May his entire lineage be cursed! It's always all his fault!”

“Dad, it’s been three years since Dobby left.”

“I should have crucio him right there and then!”

“Most important: you should get over that, dad!”

“Tell me son: is that scavenge still roaring around the school like he owns it all already?!”

“Sadly, he still is…”

“He must get on your nerves well too… Isn’t he?”

Draco smiled in a bittersweet way.

“You can’t even imagine how much…”

***

Maybe it was an act of rebellion (after all the sweetest fruit is the forbidden one), but since Umbridge established no boy-girl interaction rule, suddenly out of the blue everybody started paying attention to each other's body.

Draco would non-stop hear it in the hallways between classes - those quiet confessions and opinions.

“Lovegood is freaky, but also soooo pretty!”

“I seriously crush Longbottom…Hey! Don’t laugh at me!”

And the worst of it all:

“Ron Weasley seemed to finally find the gym!”

He hated whenever anyone would bring this fact - mostly because it made him feel weird sensation all over his body. Heatwave, sometimes it was like some hoard of flying insects suddenly appeared in his belly.

The worst thing of it all was the fact that Weasley indeed seemed to become more fit, than he was before.

That ginger was now taller and bigger. More large and wide in the arms.

Without his wizard robe, he looked ridiculous in clothes! Everything that Ron owned and wore seemed to be at least a size too small for him. The material that was neatly covering his torso was just too tight! Draco could easily spot and name every single muscle whenever Weasley appeared before his eye.

Sometimes the boy wondered if someone perhaps didn’t hex him with some curse of unstoppable growth. He imagines that once Ron would be toned enough - the fabrics are gonna finally tear apart during some class and he’ll end up running around Hogwarts in his spare undies, presenting to every curious eye (without a shame!) his naked chest and hairy armpits.

Strange enough Malfoy in his mind had a very clear image about which of Ron’s parts were covered in pubes.

And then after the thing between Potter and Cho Chang became official, the girl started spreading that rumor.

Allegedly - Weasley was supposed to have troubles with sleep, so when another timeless night would surprise him, he’d exercise in the Gryfffindor’s dormitorium’s common room, till all wet and exhausted he would finally collapse and drift away.

He was even supposed to snuggle to Hogwarts some weights that he got in some muggle-store.

The same night after Draco heard the re-telling of that story from some first-grader Slytherin, he experienced that strange dream.

At first it was delightful! He dreamed that he finally managed to get Potter kicked out! As a present for that success, Umbridge herself has given him, confiscated from Potter, an invisible robe.

He decided to use it late at night to look for any other nasty rule-breaking blood traitor. Somehow he ended up in Gryffindor’s dormitory, where he saw… him.

Ron Weasley was standing straight as a line, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Two dumbbells on the floor in front of his sockless feets.

The only thing that he was wearing was his pajama pants. Malfoy now easily could adore how enormous his pecks were.

Weasley - all sweaty and with reddish cheeks from in fact real late lifting! One single drop of sweat made its way from Ron’s forehead through tense neck, before disappearing in a jungle of (surprisingly dark) curls that were all around his bright pink nipples.

Draco woke up abruptly after that and with fear he discovered a stain of sticky liquid on his crotch! Malfoy was terrified.

I must be dying! Draco thought. It must be a curse! Some unknown unforgivable curse!

During the daylight he sprinted away to the Madam Pomfrey, but that incompetent woman completely brushed him off and just handed some old illustrated, kids-like books with peculiar terms like “polution”, or “sleep ejaculation”, that only made him spiralled more.

Hoping for fresh air to clear his mind, Malfoy went for a walk around the outskirts of the forest surrounding Hogwarts. It had snowed heavily the few previous days, so now everything was covered in that soft whiteness and every step led to a characteristic crunchy sound.

Draco suddenly stood up frozen in place. Something was not right - he had a feeling like some pair of eyes were glued to his back. He slowly turned around just for a snowball to hit him right in the face, blinding for a short moment.

The whole world shaken, something punched him in the belly and the next thing he knew: he was laying down with someone heavy sitting on his thighs and two strong hands squeezing his wrists, making it impossible to move.

Draco blinked just to notice those lime color vibrant eyes followed by a wide mean smile and cheeks covered in freckles.

“Weasley…”

Ron giggle.

“It’s good to see you too, blondie!”

In that moment Draco realized: the two of them were completely alone here and he was utterly disarmed. Weasley had a total advantage over him. Ron, that blood-traitor, could as well do whatever he pleased with him. Draco imagined himself as just a clay that was willing to be re-shaped and filled. Those thoughts awoke a fire-like feeling inside his guts. His cheeks started to burn and dick hardened. There was no way that Ron couldn’t notice it as well.

Weasley let go of Malfoy’s wrists and leaned back before letting out another short laugh. Draco noticed: Ron had a black beanie on his head and he was indeed wearing a jacket, but it was unzipped and under it there was only that tiny red-yellow striped shirt. Clearly too short to cover all of Ron’s glorious physique - his belly button was clearly visible to the world to see, alongside his fun tail running down, before disappearing behind the cold and metal buckle of his belt.

“For Merlin’s sake, Weasley…” Draco moaned. “It's the middle of winter. Cover your ass up!”

“Damn blondie… You’re always so tough, when it comes to talking, but so petty in actual action.”

“Weasley, get the fuck off of me!”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. What even your short-ass was looking around for, here?”

Draco wondered - he wondered… about Ron’s chest… How similar it was to the one he saw in his dream? How much of its hairy, fantastic it seemed, beast was actually real? He wondered about Ron’s freckles… How many did he have? Were they only on his cheeks? He discovered the desire to taste each one of it with the tip of his tongue.

Ron leaned towards Draco’s face. He was so close, that their noses were touching.

“I think…” Ron chuckled. “That you were hoping to run into me…”

They kissed.

Even though Weasleys were savages, Ron treated him like he was a true gentleman. He played with his lips, before going deeper and deeper with passion and that hot furry. Draco’s fingers somehow made their way under Ron’s hat and played with Weasley’s hair. It was lovely - Malfoy desired that moment to last forever! But, then… Ron stopped… Some echo of a voice landed to their ears:

“Ron! Ron? Where are you?”

Potter. Obviously it must been Potter!

“Sorry blondie!” Weasley pinched Draco’s nose. “I already have someone to play with today!”

And then… like nothing ever happened, Ron just stood and disappeared from Draco’s eyesight, leaving him with one of the biggest bulge he could even imagine to have.

Potter… Always Harry Potter! Even now destroying everything and stealing the best apples from his basket!

***

“Draco?... Draco!”

Lucius' voice brings back Draco to presence.

“Son, are you blushing?!”

He certainly was! How was he supposed not to be blushing while recalling all of that in his head???

“Son, what the hell happened in Hogwarts this year?!”

Draco sprinted towards the door.

“I’m gonna help mum with those buns! Okay? OKAY! Bye, dad!”