Summary
"Now, where do you think you're going, Ferret? We don't want you to mess up that pretty aristocratic face of yours over some silly little hippogriff, now do we? And what the bloody fucking hell is up with that strut? Are you one of those Muggle 'models' my father always rants about? 'Cos you certainly look like one." My very first story. Draco/Ron. Slash. You've been warned. Edited