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Second Chapter up, but this is everything I have done at the moment, so review and tell me what you need. Ideas and inputs are always welcome. This is your chance to actually tailor this story a bit, to your own liking. It's a new thing I'm trying, see..? *chuckles*

Sex in this one... Consider yourselves warned! ;)

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Disclaimer: Hell no, I don't! It still belongs to the lovely Miss Rowling. Now get on with it!

Chapter Two - The Right Thing

They didn't manage to get very far before Draco pulled Ron into one of the City Closes and rammed him into the wall. Ron's confused line of thoughts was interrupted by the short, sharp pain as his shoulder hit the wall a little too hard.

Great! I'm about to be hexed into oblivion and beyond! Should've known better than to trust a Death…

Draco effectively stopped the thought by latching his lips onto Ron's in a fierce kiss that created a reaction Draco never thought possible; at least not with Ron Weasley. His hands trailed Ron's lean body and came to a short stop on his hips, pulling the redhead's pelvic area closer to his own. Draco grinned when he heard Ron's sharp intake of breath and deepened the kiss instantly, gripping Ron's firm buttocks and slowly grinding their cocks together.

Draco was surprised as his mind seemed to blur and vanish into nothingness. Never had he felt like this with any other and he quickly decided he'd do anything to try and make it last, at least for a little while. He had no idea how to do that, but this was too good for him to let it slip.

Suddenly he gasped as Ron's hand, somehow, had found its way into his boxers and was gripping his cock and slowly stroking it, letting his thumb move over the glans in the process. Draco realised it had been too long and felt the orgasm coming closer with every stroke.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

He quickly grabbed Ron's hand.

"Please..." he breathed, nibbling Ron's left ear. "Stop..."

As soon as he said the word he cursed himself as he felt Ron freeze and unhand his erection. For a few seconds Draco was too confused to notice that Ron had managed to get passed him, but quickly regained composure and grabbed the red-head's arm spinning him around so they were face to face. Draco looked into Ron's eyes and saw a mixture of emotions. In a split second there was anger, disgust, surprise and hurt, but Ron looked away too soon for Draco to capture any more.

"Ron..." Draco started, but was abruptly cut off.

"Malfoy." Ron freed his arm before continuing. "This was obviously a bloody mistake and we've both had too much to drink. Especially me." He slurred and paused for a bit. "So let's just go our separate ways and forget the whole thing, ok?"

Draco shook his head slowly. No! He hadn't felt like this just to let it slide as a mistake and never see this man again! He simply couldn't let that happen!

"No, Ron!" his voice sounded desperate, but the thunder stricken look on Ron's face was priceless and well worth it.

"What?"

Draco couldn't help but smile and grabbed Ron's left hand, playing slightly with his fingers.

"I said no." He said, pulling Ron almost undetectably closer, their fingers entwining.

As soon as Ron noticed and tried to escape, Draco tugged him back to his chest almost violently. His right hand latched on to the back of Ron's head holding him firmly in place and their eyes locked.

"Stand still or I'll hex you; it's simple." He said and let go.

Ron's eyes clouded over with rage, but he didn't move as he waited for the blonde to correct his clothing. He simply crossed his arms and waited, seemingly patient, but silently cursing the blonde in his mind. If he hadn't been this wasted he'd have hexed his balls off already. Bloody bastard!

Amused, Draco noticed Ron following orders and quickly adjusted himself after tucking it back in his trousers.

"Now..." he said looking down on what he was doing as he finished.

He looked up and his eyes found Ron's, slowly moving closer until he was mere inches from the red-head; one deep breath and their upper bodies would touch.

Draco's hand shot up and grabbed a fist-full of Ron's hair and half forced the man's face closer to his own, their lips almost touching. The blonde slid his other arm around Ron's waist and closed the remaining distance between them, still feeling Ron's anger.

"Not here."

Two words. Two simple words and Ron felt the anger fade, not quite understanding why. Damn all that alcohol! His judgement was severely lacking and he doubted he'd do this if he was sober. The only problem was that it had been so long and he actually wanted this. He wanted it with every fibre in his body!

To hell with it!

Their lips met again and although none of them knew for sure who made it happen, Ron had a slight feeling it was him. He didn't care as he lost himself in the kiss, moaning slightly into Draco's mouth. The blonde answered with a deep growl and deepened the kiss, but only for a moment as he meant what he said.

Reluctantly he pulled away and let out a long breath, letting go of Ron's hair caressing his neck instead.

"I meant what I said, Ron; not here."

"Then where?" Ron rested his forehead against Draco's, his eyes closed as the world was spinning.

Draco didn't answer and after a few minutes Ron felt ok to open his eyes, only to drown in pools of melted silver.

"Here." Draco answered finally and Ron looked around.

The City Close was gone and replaced with something resembling a Hotel Suite. The lights were dim so Ron couldn't make out all the details, but it could very well be they had Apparated in to something like a Royal Suite. It looked positively huge and he could make out a couple of doorways.

"Where are we?" Ron asked, pleased he didn't get splinched.

Draco gave a little laugh at Ron's puzzled look and kissed him; a quick peck on the lips. One arm snuck around Ron's shoulder, the other one balancing his wand, lighting all the candles, giving a soft glow to the room. Lowering his wand Draco moved to stand behind Ron and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist kissing his neck, causing the red head to shiver and moan.

"This is my private quarter at the new and improved Manor."

Ron's breath caught in his throat and he coughed. The Manor? Malfoy Manor? The place they were held captive in the cellar? Draco understood.

"I know, Ron, but I've redone the whole place; it doesn't even remotely resemble the place you remember. I promise!" Draco whispered the last words as to put an emphasis on them, tightening his grip around Ron's waist, willing him to stay.

Ron took a deep breath. How bad could it get with Lucius in Azkaban for the past 20 years and Narcissa...well, who knew where she was? Bellatrix was dead and so was Voldemort. The only one in this Manor who could hurt him was Draco. He doubted Draco would use sex just to get him. Right?

Ron turned around to face the slightly taller blonde. He looked into Draco's eyes as if he was searching for some underlying ploy. He noticed Draco's breathing quicken under his scrutiny, his silvery eyes clouding over with desire. No, he reasoned, this was not some twisted, sick way just to get him in to the Manor. Not even Draco could conjure that kind of heat and desire on command.

"This is bloody insane." Ron said, shaking his head almost unnoticeable.

Draco sighed and thought for a moment. Debating with himself whether he should do the right thing or just take advantage of the situation. Ron was still under the influence of way too much Fire Whiskey and it would be oh, so easy to simply take what was somewhat offered.

No one would ever have believed Draco to be a changed man. He was his father's son after all and it was common knowledge that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. A Malfoy had always been a Malfoy and would always continue to be a Malfoy. Common knowledge, right?

Draco closed his eyes for a moment before kissing Ron with everything he had to offer, the red head whimpering at the loss as he also broke the contact almost immediately.

"Wait here. I'll be right back." Draco's voice was strained, but determined as his conscience got the best of him, turning his back on Ron's puzzled look and leaving the room.

Ron swayed as Draco let go. His face felt numb from all the Fire Whiskey and he made his way over to the sofa dominating the room. He needed to sit down for a moment or he'd fall over.

He finally made it after a few stumbles, a series of profanities after his foot met a table leg and one tiny not-worth-mentioning fall. Feeling ever so triumphant he sat down and leaned back on the soft cushions and sighed contently just as Draco came back, a glass phial in his right hand.

Stopping in front of Ron he handed the phial over earning him a questioning look. He gave a small smile holding out the glass object, motioning for Ron to take it.

"It's a Sober-Up Potion. Please, take it."

He sat down after handing it over and watched as Ron opened it, eyeing the pale blue liquid with a great deal of scepticism, causing Draco to laugh.

"No, Ron; Amortentia has a Mother-of-Pearl sheen and is not pale blue." He said looking at his hands.

"Why are you giving me this?" Ron asked without looking at the blonde. "Not that I don't need it, we both know that I do, but..." he paused briefly, "my bravery might leave in a hurry if I down this."

The last words were followed by a sideways look at Draco who nodded, looking at his hands. Ron wasn't sure if this was a trick or if Draco was just giving him an opportunity to run. Asking Draco earned him a scornful look.

"What?" Draco shot out of the sofa and paced. "You think I brought you here as a trick? That I gave you the Sober-Up just so I could back down?" He sighed, closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.

Ron actually made a good point. They used to be enemies always trying to come up with an excuse to hex each other, usually initiated by throwing insults at one another. Opening his eyes his anger faded.

"I want you, Ron, but as you so honestly put it; you want me as long as you're drunk." He paused before sitting back down.

"What do you think happens, if we both fall asleep and you wake up next to me in the morning?" Another pause as their eyes met, the final word added with a smile for dramatic effect; "Naked."

The mental pictures surprised Ron and made him gasp. He could vividly picture himself on his back, looking up at the blond hovering over him, fucking him fiercely.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Draco's smile faded at his words.

"I thought so. Now, drink it!"

Ten minutes after downing the thick, pale blue potion, Ron began to feel the dizziness subside and the alcoholic fur on his teeth became ever so evident. Without looking at Draco he silently asked him where the bathroom was located. He more felt than heard the heavy sigh coming from the blonde as he was given directions.

Ron was, not surprisingly, out the door before Draco had finished his sentence and the blonde knew that was it. A part of him shouted that he should've taken what was offered in that Close, but the other part told him he'd done the right thing.

Fuck the right thing! I'm a bloody Malfoy! I shouldn't really give a shit!

Draco sighed again. He was over it. He had nothing left to gain on being the prat he'd always been and he'd nothing left to lose on being kind to others. His father was rotting away in Azkaban, thank Merlin for that, and his mother had long since gone underground, probably mad as a hatter. There was no one left to tell him how to feel, think or act towards others, so why shouldn't he follow his conscience and do the bloody 'right thing'?

Ron was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth with a toothbrush he'd transfigured out of a plastic toothpick. It wasn't all that comfortable to use, but he was kind of pleasantly surprised by his own handiwork. He'd never been very good at Transfigurations, but even McGonagall would approve this time! He grinned proudly to his own reflection in the mirror before actually managing to transfigure the toothbrush back to the toothpick and bin it.

Now, back to the ferret!

Ron pulled a hand through his hair to try and tame it somewhat and shrugged at the lack of success. His red, semi-long mop of hair would simply have to do and Malfoy could be, well, Malfoy. Inhaling deeply he unlocked the door and pushed it open, exhaling slowly.

Draco was the picture of depressed. Ron stood quietly leaning against the doorframe, certain that Malfoy's portrait photo was to be found in the Oxford English-English Dictionary under the word Depressed. Or maybe Defeated. He wasn't sure which one as they are very similar. He almost felt bad for the man; underarms resting on his knees, legs slightly apart, hands folded and head down, looking at the floor.

He had no idea how long he stood there watching, but eventually he had to give a small cough to get the blonde's attention. Draco abruptly looked up and stood, not knowing what to do for a few moments. His hand shot up towards Ron in a questioning manner and he opened his mouth, for one tenth of a second, just to close it again with a small sigh. The sight made Ron chuckle and shake his head, slightly shifting his body weight.

Draco took in the sight to try and interpret Ron's composure, but he was a little distracted by the other man's half-smile. He had no idea what it meant or if Ron had just come back to say good bye. Not that Draco had ever thought he would since he could've escaped after leaving the room the first time. Then again; maybe he had no idea how to find the door, the Manor was, after all, completely changed.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as Ron had managed to get as close to him as a mere few millimetres while he was lost in his own thoughts. He couldn't move as he waited.

"Draco," Ron began and the blonde braced himself for the next words.

"I'm married to Hermione and we have two amazing children," at this Draco drew a breath and cut Ron off.

"Say no more; I get it, Ron – you can go." He said, knowing he was giving up something that could've been really great.

"But," Ron continued, grabbing Draco's face between his hands forcing their eyes to meet.

"I've decided to let her go. She deserves more than I can give her."

Draco's jaw dropped for a second before he managed to regain composure. He must have heard wrong, this had to be just his own wishful thinking.

Ron saw the puzzled look on the blonde's face and smiled again. Merlin! He was everything! Cute, handsome, hot, luscious; you name it, Draco was it! Ron chuckled and had to break eye contact in order to stop smiling.

"You heard me, Dragon; I'm cutting her loose," he paused and watched Draco's face as it dawned on him before he finished the sentence quietly; "for you."

"Good gods, Ron!" Draco finally got it. "You had me at Dragon." He said breathlessly before kissing Ron passionately, holding on to him for his bare life, not prepared to let go anytime soon.

Now that Ron was game, Draco's predatory side reared it's dominating head and with no time to waste, he started working on Ron's buttons, with skill, while pushing him up against the wall. He caressed Ron's abdomen, sliding his hands up his chest, making sure his thumbs ghosted over Ron's nipples, before sliding the shirt of the red head's shoulders, earning him a gasp and a moan.

Draco reluctantly pulled away to lead Ron to his bedroom, pushing him roughly onto the bed. He eyed Ron hungrily and ripped off his own shirt, hardly aware of all the buttons coming off in the process.

It was hard to breathe in the presence of someone so utterly beautiful. Ron was resting on his elbows admiring his former enemy. Draco was tall, well chiselled, handsome, no wait; gorgeous! He was a God! Ron felt his chest tighten, ever so slightly, and tried to remember how to breathe, as Draco climbed onto the bed with cat-like movements. The blonde hovered above him, making him lay on his back, before diving in for another kiss.

This kiss was altogether different; Draco kiss was slow and tantalizing and Ron moaned helplessly against his mouth, his hands stroking the blonde's upper body, caressing, scratching, before tangling in his hair, gripping and pulling, making Draco deepen the kiss with a growl.

Draco's mouth moved from Ron's mouth to his jaw and his neck, kissing, sucking and licking on that sweet spot behind his ear, driving Ron mad with desire. He bucked his hips up against the blonde's, who pushed back, grinding their cocks together.

"Please...Draco!" Ron moaned hoarsely when Draco started to lick his ear.

"Please, what?" Draco whispered against his ear and gently nibbled the earlobe.

"Please...I need..." the red head breathed incoherently.

Draco chuckled at the complete change in Ron, enjoying the fact that he was, indeed, sober. Not in a million years had he thought that he'd have this effect on Ron or the red head on him, for that matter. He let his left hand slowly travel down Ron's chest and abdomen, making him shiver and open his eyes.

Their eyes locked and Draco's breath hitched at the uncontrolled desire he found in Ron's eyes. It was real, it was intense and it was raw. It proved to be his undoing.

Grabbing Ron's belt he stood and yanked the other man up from the bed, doing quick process with said belt. Not seconds later, Ron was completely naked, his arousal free and glistening with pre-cum.

"Undress me!" Draco demanded and to his delight Ron complied.

Ron's fingernails scratched the outside of his thighs as he pulled the remaining garments down. Draco looked at the man sitting on his knees before him and gasped as he watched him lick the tip of his penis, tasting the pre-cum.

"Mmm..." Ron licked his lips and looked up finding Draco's eyes, dark with desire.

Not breaking eye contact he grabbed the blonde's arousal and sucked it tentatively, letting his tongue swirl around the head.

Draco grabbed a fistful of Ron's hair and moaned loudly. Gods! This man was going to destroy him! He was struggling not to fuck the red head's mouth feverishly and used his hair to mentally hold back.

Ron, inwardly enjoying the response, took Draco's whole length in his mouth and hummed with satisfaction at the taste, so engrossed in his own pleasure that he failed to notice Draco's facial expression at the sensation his humming created.

Oh, Gods! Draco thought feeling his knees almost give in.

He pulled Ron's head back and himself out of that delicious mouth. There was no way in Hell he'd last if Ron kept that up, but he almost changed his mind when the other man whimpered at the loss.

"Bed. Now."

Ron complied, feeling brave, climbing into bed ending up high on his knees facing Draco, his index finger giving the blonde the "come here" motion. Draco cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

"You don't have to ask me twice." he smiled and matched Ron's position, but facing him.

Draco's hands found their way to Ron's hips and caressed him gently there and in return got hands tangled in his hair again.

"How do you want to do this, Ron?" Draco whispered, kissing Ron's jaw, moving down to his neck.

"I...I don't..." Ron answered, a little puzzled by Draco's concern and not quite able to think straight while his mouth made him want to just stop thinking.

Draco chuckled warmly into Ron's neck, understanding the man's problem. He pulled himself together and straightened up, looking into Ron's eyes as he picked up the incoherent conversation from before.

"What is that you need, Ron?"

His hands travelled from the man's hips and came to rest on his arse cheeks, kneading them suggestively.

"You." Ron whispered in delight. "All of you."

Their lips met again and this time Ron laid down pulling Draco on top of him. Draco, supported on his right arm, let his left hand explore Ron's body, pinching the red head's nipples in turn, causing him to gasp loudly into his mouth. Draco broke the kiss moving down to suck on them instead. Ron arched his back beautifully at the sensation and moaned, hands still in Draco's hair.

"Please..." he whispered again.

"Tell me what you want!" Draco demanded, his devilish streak kicking in, knowing fine well this was Ron's first time with another man.

"I...Please...T-touch me..." Ron gasped and blushed furiously.

Draco noticed the blush creeping up his cheeks all the way from his neck and decided to reward him for the effort.

"Oh, I can do better than that!" he said with a devious smile moving down between the red head's legs, pushing them apart.

Without further ado he leant down and took Ron's whole length in his mouth, rewarding him a sound between a moan, a chuckle and a cry. Impressive!

He bobbed his head up and down, sucking and licking, his hands travelling up and down the other man's sides. Having evolved slightly over the years he wandlessly summoned a pillow and quickly put it underneath Ron's hips, giving him free access to Ron's untouched entrance.

Still sucking on Ron's bulbous knob, one of his fingers found his mouth, willing him to suck on it. Draco shuddered at the tingling ripping through his body as Ron caught on and ever so slowly drew Draco's finger into his mouth and tongued it playfully. Draco mumbled a wandless lubrication spell and Ron let go of his finger in surprise, but once again moaning as said finger pushed past his tight ring.

Draco slowly finger fucked him, entering a second finger and deliberately aiming for that bundle of nerves that would make him...

"Draco!"

The blonde smiled knowingly; scream! He entered a third finger and stretched the red head to prepare him, still hitting that sweet spot.

"I...I'm about to...!" Ron started, panting passionately, his cock twitching.

Draco pulled back, removed the pillow and positioned himself, his arousal stabbing at Ron's tight entrance, he quickly mumbled another lubrication spell and slowly hit home, struggling to keep his breathing under control as he waited for Ron to adjust.

"Draco..."

Draco swore he'd lose it if Ron kept on saying his name like that; a breath that sounded like an ultimate promise, it sounded like everything he'd always missed; true friendship, love, companionship and...it sounded...like trust!

"Please...move!" Draco snapped back to reality.

"Anything for you, pet." He whispered and thrust into the red head, slightly surprised by his own words.

"Merlin, Ron! You're so tight!" Draco hissed and moaned with his own thrusts aiming at Ron's sweet spot again, knowing he wasn't going to last long with this excruciating friction.

"Oh, yes! Right there!" Ron growled as the blonde hit his prostate. "Faster!"

He grabbed Ron's left leg and lifted it up to rest on his shoulder. Draco pulled all the way out and wantonly rammed into Ron, earning him a pleasurable scream. The sound of their skin slapping together as he pounded into the red head, over and over and over again, made him crazy with lust.

"Touch yourself!" he managed between his teeth and watched in awe as Ron grabbed his own cock and slowly started pumping, twisting a little on the way up and loosening his grip on the way down. For fuck's sake! This was sheer agony!

Ron watched Draco under heavy eyelids relishing in the look on his face. The blonde was actually admiring him! Him! Draco eyes were fixed on his hand movements as he masturbated and he seemed to be in agony. This made Ron smile inwardly. He was affecting a Malfoy sexually! Amazing! He bucked his hips in time with Draco's thrusts making the blonde shake his head and pick up the pace.

Draco needed to cum. Badly! But he wanted Ron to get there first, so he worked his prostate thoroughly. Ron appreciated it loudly and pumped his purple erection faster, gripping the sheets, twisting them in his free hand.

Draco could tell Ron was getting close and let go of his leg. Ron answered by hooking his legs behind the blondes back urging him on, his hands letting go of the sheets and erection and instead gripped Draco's arse cheeks pulling him even closer.

"Fuck, Ron! Are you trying to kill me? Draco murmured, finding Ron's mouth sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip. Ron's moans grew louder by the thrusts and ended in a howl as he spilled himself onto their abdomens.

"Gods...Ron!" Draco cried out his name in ecstasy as he reached his peak, shooting his own load inside the former Gryffindor's luscious arse, before gradually slowing down and gently pulling out of the gorgeous red heads abused hole.

After muttering a spell to clean up their mess, Draco rolled over and onto his back to catch his breath. One hand ran through his hair and came to rest underneath his head, while the other grabbed Ron's and squeezed it tightly. Draco sighed contently as his eyelids resigned and a few seconds later he was sleeping.

As the blonde's breathing got regular beside him, Ron freed his hand and sat up, careful not to wake the sleeping dragon. He had to go. Slowly he slid out of bed and started to gather his clothes and, as quietly as he could, got dressed. He turned to look at Draco, hand on the door knob.

He was beautiful in all his nakedness, blonde hair splayed as a halo around his head. Gods! He looked like an archangel! Or just a Greek God with the toned muscles. The scar from the Sectumsempra Harry so conveniently had "tested" on the Slytherin back in the days was pale pink and looked like Harry's scar, only longer.

Ron forced himself to divert his eyes to the door and exit. He had something to do before he could allow himself to linger. Once the door closed behind him he quickly Apparated to his own front door.

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