Title: #1 – Luxuria

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Ron Weasley / Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned specifically by J.K. Rowling. Those who produce the movies are merely pawns.

Rating: Mature (Only for language, really.)

Summary: Draco figures if he's going to hell anyway, he might as well make the most of his life first. A series of Ron/Draco minifics based on the seven deadly sins.

Note: These are based on the Latin (yes, the Latin) words for the Seven Deadly Sins (otherwise known as Capital Vices), compiled in 590 AD by Pope Gregory the First. I know my history on very few things, sadly. I'm not a history buff, and that little snippet of information probably doesn't even count...anyway... -_-;

Word Count: 487

Luxuria [Lust]

Molten copper locked with steel. Two sets of hungry eyes circled each other; beast versus beast, neither daring to speak until the moment called for it. The room was silent except for the crackling of green flames in the fireplace.

Tension ran thick through the air, like the blood pounding through each rival wizard's veins. One of the men, closer to the opposite wall, held his wand in a trembling hand.

If a rather unfortunate fellow made the mistake of walking into the scene, he would have expected a duel to break out.

Perhaps one would.

"I've been watching you," Steely-Eyes murmured finally.

"And I...you," Copper finished after only a moment's hesitation.

A snort tore through the silence. It almost broke the spell, but darkness swallowed the minor slipup quickly. The figure parallel to the fireplace continued speaking in a low, deadly tone without pause. "You do realize that now we are alone, I'm not letting you slip from my fingers again."

"Slip...from...your...fingers," Steely's opponent echoed vaguely.

A long pause followed, until it was broken by an unexpectedly loud shout.

"Well, don't stand there and act like a complete dunderhead, you dunderhead!"

Ron blinked, startled. "Hey! What happened? We had a good thing going there!"

"Until you ruined it with your sparkling intellect," Draco snapped testily, crossing his arms.

"Ruined it? I was merely...uh, repeating it back to you!" Ron did not want to carelessly acknowledge the fact that he hadn't even known what the hell Draco was talking about. Slip through his fingers? What the hell am I, a bar of soap?

"That's not in the rules."

Weasley's now crimson complexion was melting into his identically-colored hairline, causing his head to resemble a giant flustered strawberry. "You didn't say there were any rules."

Draco hesitated. "Well, I...ah, there is now."

"Oh, really? Care to share?"

"Yes."

Ron tapped his foot impatiently.

"And here they are: do not, and I repeat, do not start arguing with me when we were nearly about to have wild, animalistic sex." Draco finished with a huff and a glare.

Ron instantly softened. He'd almost forgotten the entire reason for this... "Oh," He replied sheepishly. "Sorry."

The other boy grinned, blowing a lock of blonde hair out of his eye. "This whole entire quest to...what did you call it?"

"Spice up our sex life," Ron finished.

"Yes, spice up our sex life..." Draco suppressed the urge to giggle like Pansy after one of her 'secret' nose jobs, and continued on. "...it isn't working."

They stared at each other for another moment.

"So..." Ron bit his lip. "Since the role-playing failed, could we just skip to the sex, now?"

"Merlin, I love it when you get straight to the bloody fucking point, Ron," Draco purred in a tone Ron could only interpret as yes.

So he pounced. There was much shrieking, and to this day, neither of them will admit who that was.

Note: In case you didn't understand, Ron and Draco were trying a new technique to 'spice up their sex life' by role-playing. As...what, really? Pissed-off wizards about to attack and duel each other's brains out, that's what. Lame, I know. I totally could have made Draco dress up like a catgirl and have Ron call him 'Neko-sama', but that seemed a bit...overkill...