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Warnings: This is a slash fiction! Meaning male loving male! Also there will be some aspects of Mpreg... not a lot will not be described in detail! So if this is not your cup of tea please do not read, if it is please enjoy!

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Partners

Chapter Two

'Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.' Pearl S. Buck

The funny thing about life is that no matter how hard you seemed to try and hide information from your family they always seemed to know what was going on. It truly was scary how much a mother could find out just by looking into your eyes. That's why when Ron went to his parents house the following day, his mother was ranting about his 'marriage' to Draco Malfoy.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! How dare you not tell your parents of such an important part of your life? Your brother came home the other day and informed me that, at the office he heard about you getting married in private. What is this entire nuisance? Tell me right now that none of this is true. How you could keep such an important detail from us I'll never know. Truly I am ashamed," Molly Weasley fumed.

"Mother… I just didn't want it to be a big deal. I didn't know how you would handle, me being…" Ron paused trying to find the accurate term, but it didn't look as if it would be easy to say.

"So instead of talking to us you run off and marry DRACO MALFOY?? A boy, that up until now you apparently hated. I don't understand your reasoning. Is this a rebellious thing you're going through? Because you better pray to Merlin it is not. You are far too old to be going through this Ronald, for goodness' sake, you're 27! You know Ronald Weasley that this family is not a believer in divorce so if you even think of it!" She started up again before she turned and left the living room to fetch the kettle that was blowing off the stove. Ron was incredibly pale and he took a few deep breaths before he calmed down again. Well, it really didn't fucking matter if his parents didn't believe in divorce, now did it? He was still going to get one with or without their approval.

Molly Weasley came back, her face still horribly red from all the yelling. "Mum, please hold on. I understand what you mean and no this marriage is not a rebellious thing. Far from it," Ron whispered the last part. "I truly am… in love with M- Draco. We met at the conference in Taiwan a few years back. Remember when I went for that convention? Yes, there. I'm sorry I really am. But there is no use in going back now is there?" Ron lied and he was honestly stunned at how well he had learned to act in the last couple of years. Before he knew, that there would have been no way he could have even said Draco's first name without sounding disgusted himself.

His mother turned to him and gave him a long afflicted sigh. "I just can't comprehend why you would have kept such a thing from us? Are we actually that dreadful at being parents?" She looked away her eyes slightly moist, before sitting down.

Ron shook his head before he took a seat beside her. "Mum, please. I already feel bloody awful about this whole thing. Please don't make me feel guilty too. Next time that I make an important decision I'll be sure to talk to with you about it. I… love you guys. You were more than any kid could ask for. I'm sorry if you thought that I don't appreciate you or love you." Molly nodded and hugged Ron tightly. Ron let out a mental sigh of relief. "So are we okay now?"

His mother nodded softly before saying something Ron knew was coming and dreaded all the more. "Well, you must bring him home; we must have a family dinner. Saturday is a good day."

Ron wavered for a moment. "I can't mum. We're leaving on another conference to Canada on Friday."

His mother looked at him with eyes filled with disappointment. "Well then you will bring him over on Thursday. Do you understand me? There is no way you are getting out of this one so don't you even try!" Ron sadly nodded his head. This was going to be a long week.

About two hours following the confrontation with his mother Ron found himself in front of Malfoy's hotel door. He knocked softly and a few minutes later it was opened to reveal a devilish looking blond. Ron was all too happy to note that although he looked messy he was dressed, in boxer shorts and a plain white t-shirt. The blond man moved out of his way and gestured for Ron to come inside.

"So why are you here Weasley?" he asked as he rubbed his face with his hand. "I don't recall having made an appointment with you? Or is my memory just ghastly?"

Ron shook his head slightly. He didn't know whether to be happy about having to cast such horrible news on his 'husband' or remorseful for the fact that he had to go as well. "No, I'm sorry for disrupting you however I just came to inform you that we have to attend a family dinner on Thursday." At this news, Malfoy looked at him skeptically.

"Excuse me. I must be still sleeping. I thought I heard you say that we had to attend a family dinner on Thursday, Weasley?" He asked his voice had a tone of disbelief.

"Yes that's exactly what I said. My mother somehow found out that I am 'married' to you. Therefore, after she gave me an incredibly long lecture she informed me that I was to bring you home to meet the family and celebrate. And the name's Malfoy now not Weasley," Ron said as he walked to the window of the hotel room and looked out into the muggle streets. He did not exactly know what he was feeling. At the moment his thoughts and feelings were jumbled up into a pile of goo.

Malfoy fumed silently. This was not supposed to happen. Then again, he was married to Ron Weasley, a very straight man, what was he to do? "Alright, anything I should know before I go into the Lion's den?"

Ron snorted. "We met at a Conference in Taiwan; it must have been 2 years back. That's pretty much all I said. You can make up stuff as long as it's not incredibly stupid."

Malfoy nodded before gesturing toward the door. "Can you leave so I can go back to sleep. I still haven't gotten the hang of this whole change of time thing."

Ron shook his head and smiled softly. "No, I just got a call from Gorton and she wants us at the office in 15. Thomas made another hit."

Malfoy swore quietly under his breath. He quickly grabbed a pair of black pants and a gray sweater. "This is getting serious," Malfoy said as they both headed out of the hotel and to a safe place to apparate.

Two hours and seventeen minutes later they were still sitting in the conference room. The hit had been a particularly daring one on Thomas' part. They had kidnapped five women that worked at the International Peace department. All the women had high positions at IPD. When they had finally finished it was well into the night. Ron sighed softly and rubbed his eyes. He looked back at the "crime scene" or at least the area, which the people had thought; the women had been kidnapped from. It looked too clean. Yes, that was how he would describe it. No one could possibly keep his or her crime so well hidden. Something was defiantly wrong with this whole situation.

Ron was much too tired to go into depth on the situation though, so when he got the heads up from Gorton to leave he took it.

Ron looked at Malfoy perilously before heading off to his flat. He suddenly had the feeling that Augustan Morlat was right when he had said this was going to be one of the most significant cases they were going to take on.

Tbc…