Alright people, I know that I have not been loyal at all with this whole thing. I'm terribly sorry! However, with the whole college-prep thing, raising my niece, new girlfriend and everything. I'm swamped.

But while working on getting a new computer, I'll be working on my old monster machine compliments of my grandmother.

1 Author : 1 Shot : 60 Fanfictions : 60 Couples

Four out of Thirty

Couples: Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasely

Themes: adultery

Rating: M

Summary: How far will Draco go to be with the man of his dreams? I really suck at summaries and you should just click and read. Draco X Ron

Notes: Woot! Finally! I love this shipping so much!

Obsession… it's good for the soul

My life started like everyone else in this world, my mother on her back and my father thrusting into her. Their pale skin shimmering with sweat and looking at each other with heavy eyes, looks of pure lust and love exchanged. Most people didn't know this, but my parents were very much in love. There were no affairs. Neither of my parents slept with Professor Snape, and my father never hit my mother or me. Life was sweet for us. I grew up with a silver spoon in my privileged mouth. I received everything I could ever need. One whine and dozens of house elves would come to me. It was something that kept me entertained for hours when Mother and Father were too busy to play with me. House elves were nice to me. They got me marzipan, one of the best treats ever created.

When I was young, I realized that I could get whatever I want. I cried and I got wizarding candy, a ride on my father's expensive broomstick. Anything. It wasn't until I was eleven that I found the one thing I couldn't have. Something that evaded my grasp and slipped though my fingers. His name was Ronald Weasley. The first time I saw him, he was wordlessly pledging his allegiance to another male. This boy, in the simplest terms was disgusting. He had shaggy red hair. Long limbs that didn't quite fit into his freckled body. Dirt on his face, tall and lanky. He was disgusting. He was also new. I had never seen anything like him before. Every playmate I had were cut from the same silk clothe. They spoke like me. They grew up in the same style I had grown accustomed to. I needed this boy as a friend. I had to have him.

I was sorted before all of them. Before that brunette Harry boy, and way before my red haired Romeo. Within seconds, I was placed in the house of my family. I sat and watched as my Ronald. The boy I couldn't get out of my head was placed in Gryffindor. My heart sank and my life twisted out of control. Now I was a man possessed. I had to see him. Daily. See him, talk to him, and be as close as possible without completely falling though. Breaking the twisted looking glass that my life had become. By my fifth year, I had mentally declared myself both gay, and completely in love with Ron Weasley. I couldn't tell anyone, except my best friend Blaise Zabini, we had fooled around a bit before that. mainly experimentation stuff when we were second years. We would take turns being the girl, sometimes with the help of a poly juice potion. Sometimes just the way we were. When I finally got up the nerve to tell him. Let my best friend know that I was in love with, which had been for a while, our mortal enemy, his only response was that if I wanted to really be sure, I had to sleep with a woman. He offered up his potential girlfriend Pansy Parkinson. I figured that it would be okay. What's the worst that could happen? I went on a date with Pansy, took her to dinner in Diagon Alley, and then we had sex in a room above the Leaky Cauldron.

I looked down to the brunette girl, wondering what the hell I was doing here. I didn't want to sleep with her. When we kissed, I thought about my Ronald. Thought about the male who would make my life happy. Whom I wanted and craved for increasingly. As time went on, obsessions grew deeper. My desire for the male took over my world. I thought about him at all times. When we were in our sixth year, the last frontier was crossed. He joined his house team. Watching my Ron flying around, clutching his broom and looking well, bloody brilliant in that uniform. After the first game, I had to wank off in the showers. I needed him. I craved his flesh and was slowly slipping into a world of insanity. The only thing standing in our way was Harry Potter. The two Gryffindors were inseparable. Like they were stuck at the hip, for a while I started to wonder if they were seeing each other. Until one night on Prefect duties, when I walked in on Harry and Ginny sucking face in an empty classroom. At least I knew that the Scar Head wasn't trying to steal my man.

When the Dark Lord asked me to kill the Headmaster, I was almost too edger to help. I wanted the Golden Boy dead. I wanted to rip out his throat and A.K him to infinity. In a crazed man's logic, get rid of the protector and the Golden Boy would fall as well. Without a Dumbledore there to save him, the brunette wouldn't last much longer. I practiced everything. The spell, the execution, the witty banter. The big day came and it didn't work. Mortaility that I had claimed to be above seeped in, worked it's way through my heart and my conscious. I didn't see a way to get my Ron, I saw a fallen old man, pleading for his life and looking at me with those large twinkling blue eyes. He promised protection for me and my Mother. He offered a way out. A way to go respectable and earn the love of my Ron, I couldn't do it. I thought of what Ron would think of me. If I were to kill Dumbledore then I would never have him. He would never want a tainted man like me. Forever stained with the blood of the old man on my hands. It wasn't me who sent the wizard to his death. I had to flee. As I ran, I passed by my Ron. I stole a final look at him. Standing next to that Mud blood Granger. The worthless whore who did not deserve him.

No woman could know how to please him.

I had to have him.

My life spun out of control and I was enjoying it.

When I was in hiding, his smiling face kept me as sane as possible. The dreams I had, dreaming of telling him I was in love with him. That male could infiltrate my every fantasy. Those blue eyes. That red hair. His body, his flesh, I was dying slowly inside to touch every inch of that man. I dreamed about telling him, him admitting that he's been dying for me too. Blaise went into hiding with me. The night before the war, he told me that he was going to ask Pansy to marry him, assuming they both survived. I told him that I was still madly in love with Ron. Blaise knew what it was like to hide things from everyone. He knew the whereabouts of all of his former stepfathers, as well as the fact that he got off on both males and females. Blaise titled it bisexual. Me, I was Weasley-sexual. No one else got me off. No one else could do it as well as he could.

We both came out as survivors.

We partied at a huge wizarding club, celebrated that we were alive. Drank a lot of fire whiskey and Blaise proposed with Pansy. Daphne and Asteria showed up. The younger girl was still going to be attending Hogwarts. She was a smaller model of her sister. Blonde. Grey eyes. Large chest. She would be a great cover. Mother was starting to question when I would bring home a woman. Apparently as the heir to the Malfoy fortune, I had to be married. To a woman and reproduce as often as possible. Soon. Ron and Whore-Granger were snogging in the corner of the club. I tried to talk to him. Get him to dance with me. Talk to the redhead and whisper the words that have been burning a whole in my soul and thoughts since I was eleven. By the time that Blaise got me drunk enough to go over to him, he had left with Granger and Potter. Daphne and Pansy started to push Asteria and me to the dance floor. We danced. She said that she liked me a lot. That I had been the object of her desire for years. I wish I could be brave enough to tell him that. Tell Weasley that I needed him. That being with him would be the ultimate joy in life. To have him tell me the words I longed to hear. Three little words.

I.

Love.

You.

That's all I needed to hear. Life went on after that night of club hopping. We dated on and off, Asteria and I. We had sex, which I hated. Her breasts kept getting in the way. She laid on her back and just took it. I tried to at least, pretend I was with Ron once. Give it to her up the bum. She said that it was too weird and she wanted to look into my eyes. That woman sure knew how to kill a man's spirit. I didn't see Ron much after that. Not that it would have been contusive to the reconstruction of my mental health. After about nine years of living with Asteria, then going out and having sex with any redheaded male who crossed my path, I found out that Asteria was pregnant. Mr. Greengrass wanted to kill me. I wanted to kill me. There was a shotgun wedding and I received death looks from my future father-in-law. Six months later, I was a father. My son was named Scorpious and I loved him. I wanted to be a great father and give my son everything I could. Asteria, thankfully, didn't want to have sex much after Scorpious was born. That was fine by me. I would go to gay wizarding bars, flirt with men and pray to whatever Super hero was in the sky that by some… by some weird twist of fate that Ron would show up.

When I found out that Harry and Blaise were together, I was pushed into a room with the object of my desire for the past twenty-six years. Ron and I were sat onto the couch of Harry's house as our best friends stood in front of us. I started to wonder where Harry's children were. Oh, and wasn't he looking after Professor Lupin's son? Ah, he probably had them. I just wanted to know where the hell his wife was and why Blaise was here with the Golden Boy

"Ron, Ginny and I are getting a divorce."

I looked over to the man of my dreams. Ron looked like he was going to choke on the air he was breathing. Me, my breath kept getting caught in my chest. He was so close. Our knees even touched. I felt like such a schoolboy, getting caught up in a slight touch that I doubt he even noticed. His face paled, Ron asked the question that was on both of our minds.

"What happened?"

I couldn't believe what happened next. Blaise and Harry held hands; Harry blushed a little as he looked to his friend. Blaise just kinda smirked at me. He must have noticed our touching knees. The fact that our hands were inches apart.

"I really hate to be the one to tell you this Ron, Ginny was having an affair."

"With who?"

Ron and I shouted in unison. Who would have thought that Ginny Weasley would have the guts to cheat on the Golden Boy? My Ron still looked as gorgeous as that last time I saw him. At least now, he wasn't attached to that know-it-all Granger at the mouth. His bright red hair still shaggy, his limbs finally grew into his body. He was handsome. Stunningly so. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off him. When I did manage to pull my gray eyes away from the man, I could see Blaise smirking at me. He knew about my love. My obsession. The life that I spent wishing to be with him.

"Cho Chang. I know you always wanted us to be brothers Ron, but I couldn't stay with her any more."

She was queer? That must be why we were here. Was something going on with Blaise and Potter? This was… impossible to believe. Blaise never seemed to be attracted to any Gryffindor. Blaise claimed that they were too noble for his blood. So what would make this Lion any different?

"Harry was drowning his pain at the Wand, which is where we met up again. You two are our best mates; we wanted to let you know first. Harry and I are together, and well, now living together."

Ron stood up; I instantly missed the body heat that I dreamed of for years. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder while smiling. The two males hugged. I wish I could have some contact with the redhead male. I stood up and putting my hand on Blaise's shoulder.

"I can't believe you're slipping into the Golden Boy."

Blaise smirked while looking from me to Ron. He knew what I wanted. We were best friends and of course, he would know I was still pining for the Weasley male. Blaise had us both stay for dinner as the loving couple went into the kitchen. Preparing dinner and making various noises as they did. I looked over to the redhead. He haunted my dreams and corrupted my fantasies for the past twenty-six years. That was nine thousand four hundred and ninety sleepless nights. If I didn't tell Ron how I felt soon. I was going to lose it.

"So, Malfoy, how have you been?"

Ron looked over to me, as I sighed. I had to hear him at least say my proper name. I slid a little closer to him, if he asked, trying to hear him better. If he said nothing about it, I would move closer. This male was an addiction. Being close to him was like being near a god. I smiled slightly at him, placing my hand somewhat near his. So close I could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Call me Draco. With the two of them boffing, we're probably going to get close."

God I could only wish. Hanging out with My Ron, maybe the idea of two men being together could seep into Ron's head. Watching how happy Harry and Blaise were might give Ron some ideas. Too bad Asteria believed in the whole constitution of marriage. I had handfuls of affairs, none that she knew about.

"Fair enough. So how do you feel about all of this?"

I felt something strange near my hand. It was his! Ron's pale and freckled hand was laying on top of mine. I could have lost it here. Thrown him down and acted out all of my fantasies that have escaped my grasp for years. He was staring at the fireplace. I laced my fingers with his as he seemed to both smile and tense up at the same time. I doubted that he ever did anything like this before. What with that wedding ring on his left hand probably that Whore-Granger.

"I've known that Blaise was bi for years, I say let them be happy. I've never really seen him that happy before. His whole marriage to Pansy was a sham. I just wish I knew how she was taking it."

Ron looked over at me. Smiling and running his thumb over the soft skin on my hand. He looked; surprised to say the least as if he was seeing something for the first time. We smiled at each other, while I felt the butterflies form in my stomach. This is it. I've been waiting for years to be this close to My Ron. His hand was actually touching mine. He was sitting next to me on a couch.

Harry and Blaise came though the door, while holding plates of food. They were both smiling and looking a bit guilty. They placed the plates on the table as Ron pulled his hand back. Looking ashamed and red in the face. I couldn't believe it. Was I so terrible that he wanted to pretend it was nothing? I've waited for years to be with Ron. Bloody hell am I going to let him go without a fight. Ron smiled, while standing up. I followed, while sitting next to him at the table. Harry and Blaise sat next to each other as the Golden Boy smiled at me.

"How is Scorpious, Draco?"

I smiled my son was my world. Ever since the little boy was born, it was as if I had a purpose. To wake up every morning and see my son smiling. When I first brought him to King's Cross-, I nearly lost it. Then again, I had seen Ron there. Standing next to his wife and their children. Two little red head kids. They looked like their father. Scorpious was the only thing that kept me with Asteria. I told him that my blonde son was doing well, and was enjoying rooting for the Canons. Ron blushed slightly, while admitting that he could get us tickets for any game. Assuming we wanted to go. Scorpious would love to go to a game, so would I, made me think about those games during Hogwarts. Watching Ron guard his posts, he always looked amazing in that uniform. Even with the Malfoy wealth, tickets to the game were too expensive. Ever since Potter and Ron joined the team, they've been unbeatable. The two of us never missed a game on the wizarding radio. Ever since Lee Jordan went professional with his announcing, it's been a lot of fun.

"I'm probably going to have to take you up on that offer."

I put my fork in my mouth. Wow. Blaise was always a good cook. "Good thing you hooked up with Blaise, Harry. One of the best cooks I've ever met." Harry smiled while placing a small kiss on his cheek. I felt something warm on my leg. I looked down while seeing Ron's hand on my thigh. My senses went into an overdrive. It was impossible to have every fantasy come true at once. Life was getting to be amazing all at once. "Blaise, you should make him that sex cake." Harry and Ron started to choke on their pancakes as the dark wizard and I laughed.

"The what cake?" both males asked at once.

"Sex cake. Narcissa went on a health food kick when we were what, nine or so? Yeah, so there was this recipe for a cake called 'better then sex cake'. Intrigued little boys we were, made the cake. It was delicious and since then he only makes it on special occasions and when someone is dumped."

The two men smiled at each other, as Blaise promise that the cake would come soon. I looked over to Ron, while smiling at the man. He brushed some of his bright red hair out of his own eyes while grinning. Harry looked between the two of us, while smiling at his best friend. I shrugged at the Golden Boy while feeling happy. Like insanely happy that I was next to the greatest man I've ever known.

"How did Pansy take it?"

Harry and Blaise started laughing while taking turns doing impressions of the brunette's reaction,

"Bloody wankers."

"You make me sick Zabini."

"Fags."

Ron and I were laughing hysterically while Ron put his arm around my shoulders pulling me close to his body. I tilted my head up while looking into his blue eyes those eyes that have been driving me insane for years. He looked down at me. Our laughing stopped. What was going to happen? I pulled him down. I've spent twenty-six years waiting to kiss him and like hell was I going to let this moment pass. I kissed him. I have a wife and son at home and I kissed the man of my dreams. The man who I've been dying to be with for years. His lips pressed against mine. Rough and hurried movements as I could hear the catcalls from Blaise. Ron slid his arms around my waist. Pulling me onto his lap. The Chaser had gotten amazing muscles since the days of chanting, "Weasley is our King" in the hallowed hallways of Hogwarts. His tongue slid between my lips, as I kissed him back with everything I had. Years of wishing and praying for this moment and here it was, just tossed onto my lap. Finally, all of the karmic damage I put onto myself was repaid. All of the Hufflepuffs I made cry. And all of the times I insulted the man I love. Ron broke the kiss. Leaning his forehead against mine as I tried to catch my breath. This was impossible.

"Recent development… Ron?"

I looked over while seeing Harry. Hell, in the moment I forgot that the others were there. The door closed, as a young man with turquoise hair stood with three kids. Two boys and a girl. Harry stood up while smiling at the kids. They looked to be the age of Scorpious. At least one of them did.

"Draco, these are my kids. Al, Jaime and Lily."

The boys looked just like their father. Black messy hair and bright green eyes. Hell, even the younger boy was pushing a pair of thick-rimmed glasses up his nose. The girl had bright red hair and similar green eyes. She toted a small plushie, shaped like a skeleton. Cute kid. Scorpious would probably like them. They smiled at me, while laughing.

"Why are you on Uncle Ron's lap?"

The oldest, smiled while pointing to the predicament we were still in. Ron blushed; I never noticed that even the top of his ears turned a scarlet red when he was embarrassed. So adorable. I slid off Ron's lap while smiling at the kids.

"We were playing Santa Clause. I was telling him what I wanted him to shove in my stocking."

The younger kids laughed as Harry started to choke on his bacon. I looked to the kids, middle son. He was a friend of Scorpious! There was a picture in the young Slytherin's room of the two of them together. Arms slung around each other. "You know my son don't you, Scorpious Malfoy?" Albus' eyes went wide as he smiled.

"He's my best friend! It's weird, cause I'm in Gryffindor and he's in Slytherin, but yeah we're really close! He's really cool."

I smiled while feeling Ron's arms slide around my waist. Wow did that feel amazing and right and exactly what I've been waiting years for. His hands had slid under my black shirt. Skin against skin. "Can Scorpious come over for the day?" he asked, looking to both Harry and me. The young brunette gave his father a puppy dog pout as the red head girl broke her silence.

"Where's mommy?"

Us adults looked to each other, while Ron and I stood up. Time for Blaise and Harry to explain everything to their kids. I took Ron's hand, as we left the house. The blue haired young man looked to us, while holding a very surprised look on his face. I smiled while seeing Ron blush.

"Shut up Ted."

The two of us left the house. Hand in hand as we shut the door behind us. I was about to ask what was going to happen now. Until I was pressed against the door. Ron's lips covering my own. My hands went to his red hair. Soft. Amazing. Everything I spent those nine thousand, four hundred and ninety nights dreaming about was coming true. My hands went to his back, while pressing him against me. I could feel a familiar hardness rubbing against me.

My.

God.

This feels amazing. Better then anything I've felt with my wife. He started to kiss my neck. Getting those delicious lips onto the sensitive skin while using his hands to keep me in place. As if I was going to leave from this picture perfect place. This is better then any fantasy I've ever had. I ran my hands through his red hair. I almost couldn't believe that I was here. Snogging a married straight man that I fought with in school. Someone who probably wanted me dead at one point.

"My place or yours?"

Ron made some sort of grunting noise against my neck, insisting that his wife was home. We apperated to my house. Landed on my marital bed as the taller male started taking off my clothes. I didn't even have time to check for my wife. Make sure Scorpious was out or with her or doing something else then spending time at the house. My Ron made a few noises of protest, grunts of too many clothes reached my ears. I laughed while trying to strip him. Our clothes littered the floor. Layers falling off our bodies: coats, shirts, pants, boxers. I laid back and looked at him. Better, then any of my fantasies could have produced. He leaned over me claiming my lips in another kiss. Our movements were slower. Timid. As if we were trying to drag this, first time out as much as possible. I would never want to rush this time.

When I was with Asteria, it was get it over then go in the shower and think about my Ron. Now, I had him. I wasn't going to rush this, it felt like I was doing this for the first time. I've been with countless men. None of them felt like this. I didn't love any of them like how I loved Ron. He ran his hands over my chest the pale and flawless body of a privileged existence. I never had to lift a finger. Didn't have to work. My family's money provided everything. Our money would make everything better for us now. Scorpious would be raised with Ron's son and daughter our big family, just what I always wanted with him. Ron straddled my waist. Pressing against me as I closed my eyes at the feeling. It was amazing. Big too. Better then I ever thought. He started to kiss my neck again, raising me up to his same level of hardness. As if I needed prompting. I started thinking about having sex with Ron when I was thirteen. Wanking off in the dormitories, hidden under my blankets while hiding my calls of pleasure, hiding from every friend I had. Wishing that it was his pale and freckled hand wrapped around me. He started to grind against me our bare skin creating a friction that was almost too much to bear. This was intense. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, trying to bring us closer together.

Ron moved his hips in small circles, pressing against me rougher in same places. Lighter in others. I was gasping for air. It seemed impossible for all this to be happening. A few moments ago I was nothing more then, Draco Malfoy. Son of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, father of Scorpious Hyperion Malfoy and future ex-husband of Asteria Greengrass.

I kissed his neck, as his hands slipped to my back. Lifting me up while trying to get closer. I bit his neck, while sucking on the skin. He moaned gently, begging to do it again. Pleading for me to never stop. I started to bit and suck on his neck. Flipping him over to his back as I started to nibble gently on his collarbone. I had the man of my dreams. I started to kiss downwards. His breathing quickened as I slid my tongue over his nipple. He moaned my name. I've been waiting to hear that for years. Almost three decades. I kissed down his stomach, twirling small circles on the tight skin. His hands went to my head. Tangling his long fingers into my platinum blonde hair. I slid down his long body farther. Dipping my tongue into his navel as I looked up at him. His blue eyes met mine.

"I love you Draco."

"I love you more Ron, I always have."

With his words running though my head. Those words that I've been dying to hear for years. I took his penis into my mouth. With all of my practice with the auburn haired men at the Wand, I managed to lose my gag reflex. I wrapped my hand around the base of him. Pumping him quickly while using my other hand around his balls. Gently massaging him while running my tongue around him. The grip on my hair tightened. I loved it. He was moaning and calling out my name brokenly. I started sucking on him, rubbing on his balls. Ron's hips started bucking forward, I took as much of him in as a could. I needed more. I've waited so long. I needed more. "Draco, I'm not going to- I'm going to…" I, reluctantly, pulled my mouth off him. His dick covered in my saliva as I looked to the man of my dreams.

"You want top or bottom?"

"Top."

I positioned myself on my back, as Ron pushed up my legs. My legs laid over his shoulders. Ron kissed me deeply, while sliding his tip into me. I looked into his eyes. letting him know I was okay. I had sex with men before. But nothing felt like this. With Ron, it was everything I ever wanted. It was the life I needed with the man I loved. He pushed in, balls deep. The only lube was the saliva I put there. My head tilted back as I closed my eyes tightly. My body was being bent in half, my head swimming and sweat dripping down my chest. Ron pushed into me. Powerful, as if he wanted this as much I did. We both needed this. Years of need and want compiled into this one night. This one moment when Ron was fulfilling every dream I ever had. He kissed me again. Our tongues fighting for dominance, he shifted his body slightly while hitting my prostate. Fireworks went off behind my eyes.

"Harder…faster…fuck, more Ron."

He slammed into my prostate. Over and over. My head fell back against the pillows. This was too much. Every fiber of my being was set aflame. I could feel everything. The blanket under my back. The sweat sliding down chest. His warm breath on my skin, kissing my neck and making me feel more then ever before. His thrusts quickened. While I felt my own untouched penis get harder. My balls started to tighten, just from the pleasure coursing through my veins. I gripped onto Ron's shoulders. Trying to get those last few thrusts into me as deep as possible. He sped up, taking a hold of my close to cumming dick. He started to run his hands over me. His grip was too tight, but it felt amazing. I could feel everything tense up, as I came all over him. Our stomachs were covered in my own cum as he used my tightened muscles to thrust in deeper. One. Two. Three. Deep thrusts, it felt amazing with his plunging in and cumming all over my prostate. That was. Incredible. He moved of off me, while my legs fell into a natural position. My head was spinning. I felt like a junkie, who just took his first hit in years. I wanted to bottle this feeling. Keep it with me at all times, the euphoria slipped though my fingers like the wind. Ron laid next to me. His face glowing, as he smiled at me.

"I've loved you since I was eleven Ron."

I couldn't believe that I was actually telling him that. I've only told Blaise. Ron smiled while covering my lips with his.

"I've love you too Draco, since I've met you."

I looked into his blue eyes, seeing honesty. The years of pain and suffering that I could have skipped. I could have spent the past twenty-six years having more nights like this; instead of wanking off and wishing I were with him. Ron and I slipped under the blanket, holding each other. I laid my head on his chest. Listening to his even heartbeat. Twenty-six years of waiting, well worth it.

Alright. Four out of thirty. This was a wonderful little one shot for my friend Demon. He's a complete pervert who loves yaoi as much as I do. Plus Shayne was bugging me for more fics. By the way, you have to make those profiles for AK2.

Dedicated to: Kathryn, for putting up with me bouncing back and forth while talking to you and typing. I love you baby, though I doubt you'll ever read this.