First off, I want to give a big thank you to everyone who read my last story, "Bride of Malfoy", and gave it such high praises. I know how quickly these boards can fill up, especially for a popular pair like Draco/Ron, so to get so many new emails all these months after the story's completion, is a real surprise and an honor. I've been on a real Draco/Ron kick lately, I'm not exactly sure why, but I've been writing a lot of stories with the two of them. I don't know how many of them are going to get posted, but I think I'll start with this one. Hope you guys like it.

P.S. Last time I tried posting a story, I had problems with the quotation marks. I'm hoping that won't be an issue this time around, but we'll see.

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What She Doesn't Know

Ron continued to wave enthusiastically after his daughter, even though the train that carried her away from him was no longer in sight. He thought how silly he must look, still waving like a fool, tears pouring down his face. It embarrassed him only slightly, just enough for him to drop his hand to his side. His tears and proud smile remained though. He looked to his side, at his wife, Hermione, and saw she was smiling at him with the same pride mirrored in her own glassy eyes. In a moment though, the smile was gone, Hermione's eyes dropped away from his own, and Ron could feel the real world crashing back into place around them. "Well," Hermione began. "I'll see you at home then." She took little Hugo's hand, and turned away before he could answer. "Yeah, bye." He said to the empty space where Hermione once stood.

Ron and Hermione's relationship had not been the same in years. That was not to say they didn't love each other, they did, but even that was only half true. Ron still loved the woman he had married, still felt totally enamored with her. He could still daydream at work about how beautiful, and smart, and caring she was. The problem was, that Hermione was no longer around. The responsibilities of work and maintaining a household had swallowed her up. These day's Hermione seemed completely consumed by her many responsibilities. So much so, that he barely recognized her anymore. Hell, he barely even saw her anymore. To be fair though, Ron was sure Hermione felt the same way about him.

After the war, Ron, along with Hermione and Harry, had returned to school to take the year they had missed. After graduation, Ron had helped out his brother, George at his shop. With Fred… gone, and George a mere shadow of his former self, Ron practically ran the place on his own, which occupied much of his time. When George had recovered enough from his grief, Ron left to begin auror's training. Harry had already gone through training himself, and was more than happy to help Ron when he could, but Ron would always return to the flat he shared with his then girlfriend, dead tired and quick to fall into a deep sleep. Hermione completely understood, and never complained once. But training would seem like a vacation compared to the job itself. Not that Ron was complaining. He loved his work, he honestly couldn't see himself doing anything else. Which was perfect, because he rarely found the time or energy to do anything else. Somehow, Ron and Hermione had found the time to get married and produced two children, and Ron made sure to make himself available to them. The only thing more important to him than being an auror was being a father. The problem was that the role of husband seemed to take a distant third place. He and Hermione had drifted apart. They only seemed to know how to interact with each other in terms of their relationships with other people. When they were at the Burrow, or with old Hogwarts' friends, they were 'Ron and Hermione', to their children they were 'mum and dad', to the wizarding world at large they were part of the famous 'Golden Trio'. But when it was just them, they were strangers to each other. It was a sad realization, but Ron could see no way around it. He left the station and continued off to work.

The thing Ron missed most about his ld life with Hermione was the sex. Not even just the physicality of it, but how Hermione made him feel when they had sex together. She was normally quite reserved, more likely to think first, then act. But when they were in bed, she was wild, feral. She threw caution and logic to the wind and did whatever came naturally. She truly came alive, and it was all for Ron. All because of Ron. She made him feel truly wanted, needed, in a way no one else ever had. Ron missed that side of their relationship, what he had now paled in comparison.

When Ron's attempts at 'getting some action' from his wife had been rejected, for one reason or another, Ron decided he needed some other form of release. He would never cheat on his wife. No, never that, but there were limits to what he considered cheating. He and the other Gryffindor boys of his year often had circle jerks together; and he and the male members of his quidditch team did it all the time, especially when they won. It wasn't considered gay or cheating, for those boys who had girlfriends at the time, it was just something the guys did. It was fun, and it was uniquely male, something you couldn't do with a girl. So naturally, that was Ron's first choice for a sexual outlet. The problem was things had changed since Hogwarts. As everybody grew up, settled down, and moved on, Ron's number of wanking buddies began to dwindle. Eventually it was just he and Seamus. But when Seamus, the last of the group to marry, finally tied the knot, Ron found himself utterly alone. He doubted he was the only one of their group to be so sexually frustrated, but apparently he was the only one willing to turn to his buddies for help, or even mention he needed it at all.

So instead, Ron would venture off to a seedy little place in Knockturn Alley where he could get off. He always made sure to disguise his appearance when he went. He, a famous and respected, not to mention, married auror, couldn't be found in such a place. It was a dodgy bookstore, that sold smut. In the back were booths with moving portraits of witches and wizards doing lewd things for the patrons viewing pleasure. But it wasn't the portraits that provided the real pleasure, it was the fellow patrons.

So Ron, following his normal routine, picking his normal booth, chucked his outer robe, put his money in the coin slot and waited. He removed his semi-erect cock from his trousers as he watched one especially slutty witch eating out another. He also unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open so he could play with his chest and nipples. Years of quidditch, followed by his rather physically demanding career, had given Ron a body like chiseled marble. He didn't think much of his own physique, but he knew the wizards at the bookstore liked it. Even Harry had complemented him on it numerous time, often playfully squeezing his muscle in the changing rooms at the ministry.

After a few moments of stroking, Ron was almost fully hard. He looked and saw a green bulb light up on the wall beside him. This meant that not only was the booth beside his occupied, but that the person inside wanted to play. Ron tapped the wall with his wand twice and its color faded away, becoming completely transparent. He was stunned when he saw the person on the other side. A person he'd seen not eight hours earlier, standing across the platform at King's Cross. The last person he'd ever expect to see in a place like this. It was Draco Malfoy. Ron almost tapped the wall again to hide himself, when he remember that Draco would not recognize him, not in his disguise. Draco, he now realized was staring straight at him, wantonly. He was stroking himself every bit as vigorously as Ron had been.

Ron began scanning Draco now. His skin was just as porcelain white as it had always been. Draco had his shirt undone too, and Ron could see his lean form underneath. Ron had to admit, it wasn't bad. Ron knew Draco had a desk job, so he assumed Draco must've made special effort to maintain his body. The other man's hair was thinning, and as pale as it was, in the dim lighting of their surroundings, he almost looked bold. Oddly enough, it actually suited Draco, made him look 'sexy'. What really surprised Ron though, was Malfoy's cock. It was bigger than Ron would've thought. Not as big as Ron's, few men's other than his brothers' were, but it was definitely above average. And Ron could tell when they were naturally big, or just charmed that way. Draco's meat was 100% Draco.

All in all, Draco had a rather impressive body, Ron would not deny that, and since his true identity was currently hidden, he could admire it freely, without fear of consequence. Ron was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Draco waving his cock at him. Ron knew what it meant. He turned to face the wall fully, Draco did the same. They both pressed their cocks against the wall, which was charmed to allow one's erection to penetrate, but nothing else. Their hard cocks were now poking through each others booths. They grabbed each other at the same time. Ron threw his head back and moaned. Draco's hand on his cock felt amazing. He could have pretended it was anyone else, but he found that at that moment, he didn't care. He was being touched, and that was all that matter. Ron had been so busy with work, and with helping Rose prepare for school, he barely even had time to come here anymore. His first hand job in months was almost enough to undo him. The fact that Malfoy had delicate, almost feminine hands, with a decidedly masculine grip was doing nothing to help Ron's staying power. He pulled away, not wanting to shoot off just yet.

Draco placed both hands against his side of the wall, not minding being denied Ron's cock, so long as his own, wasn't forgotten. He let his head roll back and eyes close, as Ron continued stroking him. Ron now examined Draco more closely. The man was fucking beautiful. Lean and ripped, not a blemish on him, and completely hairless, just the way Ron liked it. What did Malfoy need to be in a place like this for, Ron wondered. He could get any bird or bloke where ever or when ever he wanted. Hell if there weren't laws against public nudity, he could just walk down Diagon Alley starkers, and people would be throwing themselves at him. Of course if he did break that law, Ron might have to bring him in, and that wouldn't be so bad for Ron either. Draco grabbed the edges of his robes, and let them drop off his shoulders and down his body. He was now naked from the waist up, and bucking into Ron's hand.

Ron wasted no time in dropping to his knees. Even Draco's cock was bald, Ron saw. He was now sorry the enchantments that allowed cocks to pass through the wall didn't extend to scrotum, he would've loved to suck Draco's hairless balls. But there was nothing stopping him from sucking the man's cock, so he did just that. If someone had told him 20 years ago that he'd end up on his knees, sucking Draco Malfoy's cock one day, he'd have punched them right in the nose. Right now, however, he couldn't believe his luck. Draco felt perfect in his mouth, he sucked the former Slytherin in long even strokes. Draco seemed to like it like that, as he bucked his hips in and out slowly to match Ron's pace. The only sounds in the booths were of Ron's slurping and Draco's soft moans. Draco, Ron thought, sounded rather sexy when he moaned. He sucked a bit harder at the head of Draco's dick, causing the other man to cry out. A single bead of precum landed on Ron's tongue. Ron removed his mouth from Draco, so he could savor it. He swallowed the small trace of Draco's essence, thirsting for more.

Quenching his thirst would have to wait, it seemed, as Draco was pulling his hard cock out of the wall. Ron felt a twinge of disappointment rush through him. It didn't last, as he saw Draco turn around and drop his trousers. Draco had a gorgeous back, which lead down to an even more gorgeous arse. The blonde bent down, reaching into his robes to retrieve his wand. He turned to Ron, motioning for him to put his cock through. Ron complied, allowing Draco to wrap those once infuriating, but now heavenly lips around his dick. The warmth of Draco's mouth brought Ron closer to the edge, and he was sure he was going to explode. Before he could, though, Draco had removed his mouth and touched the tip of his wooden wand to the tip of Ron's fleshy one. Ron felt his cock become cool, slick, and a bit "waxy". He instantly recognized the lubrication and safe sex charms. Ron's heart skipped a beat. He'd never let things go that far in the booths before. Not that he hadn't had other opportunities, but that would be crossing a line he'd told himself he couldn't cross. Draco stood again, still holding Ron's cock. He turned around and aim Ron at his hole as best he could. Ron knew he should've stopped Draco, should've pulled away, should've… done something. But right then, Ron couldn't move, couldn't speak. And he couldn't believe he was going to fuck Draco Malfoy, in sodding Knockturn Ally.

Ron felt his cock touch Draco's puckered hole, then, he was breaching it. Draco cried out softly as Ron pushed past his ring of muscle. Ron pressed his hand up against the wall, more to support himself than anything. Soon, he was fully submerged in the depths of Draco Malfoy. And it felt wonderful. Draco's arse was like a vice, gripping Ron in all the right places, but he was just loose enough that Ron could still move in and out easily. Ron felt he could stay buried in his former schoolmate forever. He felt Draco push away, and came back to his senses. He moved his hips back, pulling out of Draco, before thrusting back in. Draco grunted, his face tightening, before easing into a relaxed look of euphoria. Ron knew the other man was enjoying this as much as he was. Ron had only actually fucked a man once, and that was a time he and Harry had decided never to speak of again, but he couldn't deny, he fucking missed it.

Ron increased the pace of his thrusting steadily, plowing in faster and harder. Soon he was moving with such force, he was threatening to knock the enchanted wall down. Draco didn't seem to mind though, if his cries of pleasure were anything to go by. At that moment, Ron wished he could knock the damn wall down. He wanted to grip Draco's hips, to capture his whole body. I didn't matter that they'd hated each other in school, that Draco had been a git, and likely still was. It didn't matter that Draco would probably hex Ron within an inch of his life if he knew it was the Weasley fucking him. In that one insane moment, it didn't even matter that Ron was now, by any definition, cheating on his wife, the thing he said he'd never do. All that mattered was Ron's cock up Draco's arse. That perfect, warm, fit, tight arse that he could plow for days. Ron felt his balls and the base of his dick begin to tingle, and started pounding harder. "Here it comes!" He announced. Not a moment later, he was shooting off his load inside Draco. It was the most powerful orgasm he'd had in years, hands down. Ron, rested against the wall, breathing heavily. On the other side, Draco was hunched over, doing the same. After a moment, Draco pulled away. He turned and tapped Ron's, only slightly, wilting member with his wand. The wad off cum that had been held in place, by the force of the safe sex charm, slowly fell to the floor. Ron's cock twitched, flinging another stream of cum free, before he pulled out of the wall. The last thing Ron saw, before the wall separating them became opaque once more, was Draco's magnificent arse, as he bent over to pull up his pants.

Ron fixed his own clothing, before leaving the booth. He and Draco left their respective booths at the same time. Draco looked toward him smiling, but the smile quickly disappeared. His eyes widened, and he looked as though he had seen a ghost before he turned and hurried away. Ron thought that was most peculiar. Ron went to the restroom to relieve himself, before leaving. It was only when he looked up at himself in the mirror that he realized his illusion charm had faded, and the look Draco gave him suddenly made sense. Draco knew it was he who had fucked him. For a moment Ron felt like his heart had stopped.