Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books or characters. That's all J.K Rowling right there.

A/N: Ron/Draco is my favorite pairing so expect more where this came from. I enjoy writing fanfiction, and would appreciate reviews and any advice since I'm new at this.

Enjoy!!

Chapter 1

Six wands pointed at the pair from every angle in the Black House living room. Sirius, Harry, Hermione, Remus, Snape, and McGonagall all stared frozen with their wands up in shock at the sight before them. Ronald Weasley had just stumbled through the fireplace with a soot covered blonde wrapped around his waist.

"Ron? What's going on?" Harry's voice shook, his wand didn't. Ron Weasley had been missing for almost three weeks. The last anyone had heard he'd been doing sweeps of abandoned Deatheater homes in search of forgotten victims. Three months earlier the Order had scored a hit at the Riddle Mansion and ever since Voldemort had been in hiding with his followers. Not a peep had been heard out of them. When Ron had gone MIA Harry had directed everyone's resources to finding the wayward Auror, but after a month and a half with no Weasley to show for it the search was called off. Now he was standing in his living room with the renowned Deatheater Draco Malfoy clutching him like a lifeline.

"Put away your wands." Ron said his voice raspy with disuse. His own wand was trained on Harry.

"Not bloody likely Ronald. Why don't you explain where you've been?" Snape's voice seemed to wake the frozen group up. Hermione began crying, while Harry stepped forward to embrace his friend. The hard glint in the once boisterous Weasley's face stopped him though. Draco tensed when he got closer and shifted to cover Ron more from his place at the torso.

"I found a victim; Draco Malfoy in an abandoned manor outside Chelsea." Everyone knew that wasn't the whole story.

"That took three months Weasley?" Snape didn't sound convinced. Ron didn't answer him, instead moving a protective hand around Draco's shoulders.

"Ron he's a deatheater!" Hermione cried, trying to fling herself at him, arms outstretched to yank him away from Draco. Draco caught both her hands with his own and threw her away, then settled back into his spot under Ron's tattered robes. Even dirty, malnourished and cold the young aristocrat managed to look haughty clinging to another person. As if he thought it his right to wrap arms around the young red head. "Don't touch him." Draco said at the shocked look on Hermione's face.

During the entire display Ron's body never moved, but a smirk curved his face into an older, more cynical version of itself that worried Potter.

Before anyone could say anything Mrs. Weasley bustled into the room, oblivious to the trained wands. "Ronald! It's about time you came home. I've been worried sick." Her short arms wrapped around her youngest son, suffocating Draco in the process, who stubbornly refused to release his hold on Ron. "Oh! Draco dear, I didn't see you. You two look horrible. Go get cleaned up and I'll make you something to eat." She glanced around at everyone slightly lowered wands, "For goodness sakes put your wands away; there'll be no killing today."

Mrs. Weasley hustled the two boys out of the living room, leaving a room full of shocked Order members behind. The other Order members filed out after, leaving Remus, Snape, Potter, and Hermione to stare at each other.

"What the bloody hell is going on?!" Hermione said to the silence after the two men left with the Weasley matriarch. Harry shook his head and looked to the two oldest, Remus and Snape, with concern.

Remus ignored the two and looked toward Snape. "I think we have a slight problem, Severus."

Snape's scowl deepened. "Weasley snapped. That's a little more than a slight problem. That's a huge fucking problem Lupin." Remus nodded—contemplative.

"Will one of you please explain what is going on?" Harry said, a pained look on his face as he stared at the door his best friend had just exited out of. A deatheater on his waist. What the hell was going on with his mate?

Snape glared at him. "Later Potter. We need to discuss some things with Weasley and Malfoy first." Remus smiled at them to try and offset his counterparts fury.

"We'll explain everything tomorrow evening—at the Order meeting. Please wait until then and try not to bother Ron and Draco too much."

Hermione went to protest, but Harry stopped her. "That's fine. But tomorrow I expect answers."

Remus smiled, and he and Snape flooed out of the fireplace with a shout of Snape Manor.

In the kitchen Mrs. Weasley fussed over the two boys, using magic to clean the grime off their faces. A new house elf tended cuts on Draco's face and arms. While Ron's mom had her back turned he leaned over to the blonde seated next to him.

"Everything's going to be fine now, Dray." Ron whispered into his ear, an arm snaking around the young Malfoy's waist.

"It had better be Weasel. I'm counting on you to keep me alive in this deathtrap." Draco's smile turned into a grimace; he turned his face into Ron's neck as the house elf extracted a shard of metal from a particularly deep gash.

Ron squeezed him tighter against him. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Promise?"

Mrs. Weasley placed a stack of pancakes in front of each boy with a smile.

"Promise." Ron said reaching for their first real meal in months.

Yippee!! First chapter done. Please let me know what you think. Ron and Draco already have an established relationship and I'll add some peaks into their past and how they met up in some flashbacks in coming chapters. Read and review…Please.

Chapter 2 coming soon…