Ron: Ron swept up his latest cases papers and walked out of the office, heading toward the lifts. He let out a low grunt as he impatiently waited, tapping his foot on the marble floor.
Draco: The lift doors parted and a tall man with a shock of blonde hair looked up and froze. Draco’s grey eyes widened as he stepped aside wordlessly to let Ron in. He looked up and checked the floor they were on. Dammit… they’d have a bit of a ride together… He silently cursed Hermione for not being on an earlier floor.
Ron: He stiffened his jaw and stared at Draco for a moment before reluctantly stepping into the lift. His knuckles whitened over the papers while he grunted a small hello.
Draco: Draco gave a nod in response. After a awkward moment of silence, he offered up a “Lovely weather, yeah?” Why the hell wasn’t there anyone else in this damn lift?
Ron: Ron rolled is eyes,”yeah, great.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue and turned slightly away from him.
Draco: He looked sideways at him if only to make sure that Weasley wasn’t about to draw his wand on him. Draco slid his hands into his pockets just in case.
Ron: Feeling Draco’s eyes on him, Ron turned to look at him. “Do you have a problem, Malfoy?”
Draco: “Whoa. No problem. Simmer down there,” he responded, taking a step away from him.
Ron: “Simmer down?” He rolled his eyes again, watching Draco’s hand in his pocket.
Draco: “Just… calm down. We should be able to be civil, you know,” he mentioned awkwardly.
Ron: “I am calm. you have no right to tell me to calm down.”
Draco: “You just sort of turned on me…”
Ron: “Because you were watching me.”
Draco: “No I wasn’t. That sounds a little gay. I wasn’t watching you.”
Ron: “you were watching me, Malfoy. and take your hand out of your pocket.”
Draco: He took his hands out of his pocket, looking at him awkwardly. “Come on. We’re too old to fight. … Aren’t we?”
Ron: “We are not fighting, I would just rather know where you hands are.” He shuffles his papers again and huffed.
Draco: “Right. Yeah.” He resisted the urge to say that one could usually find his hands on Hermione.
Ron: Ron turned away muttering to himself that the lift seems to be taking far longer than usual.
Draco: He stood there silently for a bit before he said “So how’s Padma?”
Ron: “Oh just shut up!”
Draco: He shut his mouth, his lips tightly pushed together. What he wouldn’t give to get off this lift.
Ron: Ron jerked forward as the lift came to a sudden stop. Taking a look at Draco he hoped this was his floor.
Draco: Draco looked up at the number and quickly squeezed out. “Er… bye. Have a good day…” he said weirdly.
Ron: Ron scoffed then stepped back further into the lift as the bars slammed shut.
Draco: Draco turned and left for Hermione’s office quickly. Bloody hell, that was one intense ginger.