A/N: I got this idea right after watching HP 5 while listening to Staind's 'So Far Away'. Hopefully after I finish all my other projects I can expand more on this.
Title: January First
Rating: M
Warning: OOC, AU-ish, slash, implied child abuse/alcoholism/sex
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them
Beta: Beka0502
XOXOXOX
Ron took a quick look about the halls, the welcome back feast was in full swing. He he had to be sure Filch was not wondering around, before closing his blue eyes as he stood in front the hidden entrance of the room of requirement. Its grand doors squealed open immediately for him, A warm cozy bedroom was the answer for his desire. The fireplace was ablaze lightning and warming the room. He stepped slowly into the room as the door closed behind him., he had envisioned many rooms before this night but none were so intimate. A mirror stretched along the far wall reflecting the browns and reds of the décor. A figure laid sprawled in the center of the king sized bed that consumed most of the room, the green sheets rumpled around them. Pillows were thrown askew around the room Ron stripped himself of his robe and tossed it carelessly onto the floor next to another as he approached the bed.
He sat on the edge of it slowly, hoping not to jostle its occupant with his weight. The blond hair of the sleeping person shined in the low light as he rolled in his sleep towards Ron. The red-head reached to move the silky strands off the sleeping boys face. A fresh black bruise along the jaw of the pale boy stopped him. "Things didn't go well?" he asked knowing his raspy voice would be enough to wake the light sleeper.
Draco's eyes fluttered a bit before fully opening, "It could have been worse, he didn't use his cane." He sat up and turned his glossy eyes onto Ron. His dress shirt sagged around him with the top three buttons undone.
"Did you drink?"
Draco smirked and ran a lazy hand through his shoulder length hair, "what, no hello?"
Ronald's cheeks darkened as he turned his sights down towards his lap, "Hello, did you have a good holiday?"
"The best," Draco massaged the kinks out of his neck, "I received letters from my best friend almost every day. I finished my homework early and I didn't even think of touching my parents alcohol."
Ron turned to Draco his eyes shining with joy, "I'm so glad."
"Feels like a dream," Draco chuckled, "I'd never get to live." He thought back to the way things were before Ron came into his life. Waking up to firewhisky and hiding stores of hangover potions from those around him. At thirteen the only wandless magic he put his time into learning were to hide his bags and any bruises left over from family 'visits'.
"All your dreams were meant to be reality." Ron leaned closer to the blond and kissed his forehead.
Draco wrapped his arms around Ron's neck, pulling the older boy down onto of him, "If this truly is a dream, I hope I never wake up."
Ron silenced him with a chaste kiss, "Now that we're here all those mistakes have finally started to go away, you can live again."
Draco smiled his first real smile in ten years, "I love you Ron Bilius Weasley, with everything I've got and everything I didn't know I had." Draco kissed the red-heads lips, his jaw, his cheeks every bit he could reach. He let himself be consumed by his lust, his love, and every feeling reawakened in him. They moved together fluidly. They fit together perfectly, each the others missing piece. Lost to them were the minutes that became hours as one introduced the other into his new life offering no return path.