Rube

By: Cagholino

Pairing: Ron/Draco

Rating: T. Reason: I'm not good at keeping it PG13. lol!

Summary: This is the story of how Ron and Draco came to fall in love. From their first date to Ron asking one of the scariest man in England for his only son's hand in marriage. Takes place after the war. It's slightly AU since there will be no epic battle at Hogwarts when Harry and crew our seventeen but instead when they are fifteen.

Chapter one: End of a Ear.

What was Ron thinking? Every bone in his body was scaring for mercy as he continued to run away in a mad dash from the Death Eaters. Why? Why couldn't he have listened to Percy, his older brother, advice back in his first year? He should have just kept his head low and quietly made his way through school. Percy even sent him a letter a few months ago saying the same damn thing! Instead he befriended and stayed best mates with the famous boy who lived, Harry Freakin' Potter. Granted being Harry's best mate has been an adventure and a half, but still he's only fifteen!

"Expelliarmus!" Ron bellowed at the Death Eater closest to him. While his attention was on that falling bad guy, Ron failed to notices Antonin Dolohov sneak up behind him tackling the youngest Weasley male to the granite floor. Dolohov was a known Death Eater in the first war against the Dark Lord and thief who was allegedly apprehend a few months ago for laundering money out of the government. Go figure, the evil man gets arrested for stealing money and a slap on the wrist for murdering muggles.

Shoving Dolohov off him Ron lost hold of his wand. Just because you have magic doesn't mean you have to whip your wand out for everything, how many times has his mother told her children that? For going his wand Ron climbed on top of the criminal punching Dolohov has hard as he could manage. Times like this one it paid off to be the youngest brother of six. Wands were forgotten in favor of fists. Neither one willing to give even an inch. Both knowing the slightly misstep would land them either six feet under or back in Azkaban. Ron wouldn't let this guy get away unharmed. Not if there was a chance he would hurt other innocent people. Throwing one more blow, Dolohov hit the ground unconscious.

"Now stay down." Ron proclaimed wiping the blood from his lip than was sure to bruise as he stood up to rejoin the fight to save Sirius. Although he didn't have time to savor his small victory as he was hit from both sides by two masked Death Eaters. The bigger of the two came up and bear hugged the Gryffindor from behind holding his arms at his side while the other one landed hit after hit on Ron's torso. Using the Death Eater behind him as leverage, Ron shoved up against him until he was able to get one leg wrapped around the smaller one's neck, which gave Ron the opportunity to kick the one he was holding in the face. All the while head butting the one from behind breaking the Death Eater's nose. Out of shock the one holding Ron let go giving the red head a chance to slam the other guy to the ground knocking him out. Thank Merlin Ron had older sibling and quidditch reflexes. Jumping to his feet Ron went to turn for the other one only to find the Death Eater comatose. Standing next to the motionless body was none other than Draco Malfoy, who holding his right hand to his chest.

"Malfoy?" Ron questioned not sure if the blond was actually there or if he was just hit that hard in the head to cause hallucinations.

"Don't sound too surprised. I can manage without my Father." Malfoy said shaking his wrist.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked staring in bewilderment. Without thinking he headed towards the blond holding his hand out for Malfoy. With a curios expression on his face the Slytherin placed his hurt hand in the offered one. "Hid your thumb under your figures, didn't you?" Ron coughed hiding the fact he was laughing. Once the blonde's face got beat red he couldn't contain his laugher any longer. Bellowing out a fill blown laugh, Ron had to hold his side as a sharp pain went up his rib cage. Of course those jerks would've broken something. Funny though that Ron didn't feel the pain a minute ago.

"Maybe but it a'int like there's a 'how to throw a punch 101'." Malfoy proclaimed as Ron's laughter became deafening. Slowly Ron got himself under cover. Lifting his hand to wipe away the tears of laughter Ron stopped in mid air as he took in Malfoy's appearance. His usually slicked back blonde hair was askew and falling in his eyes. The ones that was usually a light metical were now a dark gray. The kind of gray found in the skies before a horrible tornado. Malfoy's shirt was untucked on one side and his slacks were flirty with scuffed up dress shoes. Gradually Ron's moved the blonde hair behind Malfoy's ear. Locking their eyes for the slightest of seconds.

"A'int?" Ron swallow, his throat suddenly dry.

"He's dead! The Dark Lord was defended! Once again Harry Potter has saved us all!" Someone shouted in the distance.

"I have to go. Please don't say anything I beg you" Pulling his hand free Malfoy ran towards a fallen Death Eater across the room. Placing the guy's arm around his shoulder, Malfoy made the Death Eater stand up and move to a back corner where no one would take notice if they disapparte. Before they vanished out of sight, Ron caught a glance of long blonde hair and a dark gray eye behind a half fallen mask.

"RON!" Looking away from the now empty corner, Ron found himself face to face with his red faced mother. Who looked ready to kill. Some where in all the madness happening in the Department of Mysteries the Order of the Phoenix must of showed up to help protect Harry and crew.

"Hi mum." Ron said tensing for what he believed to be a tong lashing for the history books. Instead he found himself pulled into a bear hug. This time though there was no one there to break a few more ribs, thank Merlin.

"Oh my poor baby! Don't you even do anything stupid like this again. You hear me, Ronald Billus!" If it was possible Molly Weasley's hold got stronger. Crushing Ron more but never the less he returned the must needed hug.

"Mum, you gotta let me go! You'er crushing me!" Ron said when the pain in his rib cage became so severe he was worried he would pass out because of it.

"Don't you ever tell me what I can and can't do to my baby, you hear?" Molly declared as several people around them laughed.

"You know Ginny is here too, right?" Ron said hiding his face in embarrassment. "Beside you're breaking more of my already broken ribs."

"Oh my poor baby!" Heading to hug her son again Ron dunked behind his older brother Bill.

"Look there is Ginny right of there." Pointing to his younger sister who was standing in the middle of the room with his best mate.

"Ginevra Molly!" Molly hollered looking around for her only daughter.

"Thanks a lot Ron!" Ginny yelled from beside Harry. Glancing over, the sight he saw wasn't one Ron thought he would ever find. Harry, his best mate, had his arms around his little sister spinning in circles smiling like he did back in their first year when Harry realized he had Christmas gifts. While Ginny laughed and smiled like there was no better place then being in Harry's arms. Ron thought for sure his mum was going to break them apart but instead she exchanged a look with his father who shrugged his shoulders, a small smile on both of their faces.

TBC! Promise there will be more goodyness!