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Chapter Four - Misunderstandings
He took his sweet time in the shower, making sure he'd be squeaky clean and irresistible to the red head. Even if he was here to say that he had patched things up with his Mud...wife, the blonde could still make the conversation hard on him, by looking his very best and smelling clean and masculine.
Finished dressing and shaving he studied himself in the mirror. It couldn't really get any better so he steeled himself and cooled his facial features, feigning a "couldn't-care-less"-attitude. Right, off to Hell, ready to be severely shattered.
Ron was studying the ornaments around the biggest fireplace he'd ever seen as Draco came in to the room. It was quite a beautiful and intricate pattern, Celtic, if he wasn't mistaken, and with two enchanted magnificent dragons, one on each side, that bucked, slithered and shot harmless fire for show.
"Wow! That's bloody fantastic!" he whispered, touching one of the dragons. It responded by flicking its tail and roaring at him.
"Indeed it is." Ron jumped as Draco spoke. "Custom made in Italy." The blonde informed him coldly.
Ron stood and turned around, his breath hitching audibly at the sight of him. He was the prototype of gorgeous wearing a nature coloured Muggle t-shirt and a pair of snug-fitted blue distressed jeans. Ron smiled and felt his groin stir.
"Hey, Dra..."
"Weasley." Draco cut him off, his voice cold as the ice in his eyes. "I take it this is important?"
Ron's smile faded at the blonde's words and he eyed Draco warily. What the hell was going on? This was the Draco, or rather Malfoy, he had expected to emerge last night, the one that miraculously didn't. But here he was. All the more the Malfoy he'd despised in school, the Death Eater, the Slytherin Prince; cold and stripped of any emotion.
Ron shook his head slowly and looked at him with confusion written all over his face. "What..?"
Draco's eyebrow shot up. He was leaning against the far wall, resting on one foot and the other crossed in front of it. He'd also crossed his arms, something that made him look extremely defensive.
"Talk now or get the hell out of here!" he sneered. "I haven't got all day."
The iron fist that suddenly clenched his heart made Ron gasp. What was this? He was stunned and utterly unable to form anything remotely resembling a syllable. His heart pounded, the iron fist still holding it in a firm grip, squeezing every three seconds or so. He'd thrown all cautions to the wind last night and let the blonde devour him whole; no second thoughts and no regrets. He had given himself freely and had enjoyed the experience with every fibre in his body. Ron had also felt that it was time to let Hermione go so he could explore this new found infatuation further. He'd felt safe and able to let himself go completely. Now, the blonde was looking at him impatiently and eager for him to leave.
Draco studied the red head and watched every feeling that washed over his face. Confusion was the main one, bliss was another. Then there was hurt and pain. He was surely just trying to come up with a way of telling him about the romantic reunion he'd had with his wife this morning. Not that Draco wanted any details, but he wanted the words so that he could move on. Clean break, always the best method. He decided to help Ron in his struggles to come clean. Not so much to help, but more to see him squirm as time ran out. He smirked evilly.
"Cat got your tongue?" he said and Ron snapped out of his haze, looking directly at him.
"Er...yeah, I guess so." Draco flinched a little at Ron's hoarse voice. It sounded like he was fighting tears.
Draco pretended not to notice. "You left. Where were you?" he drawled, feigning a lack of interest.
"I..." Ron's voice broke and he cleared his throat to cover it, but it didn't go unnoticed. "I went home to shower and t..."
"You went home. I don't need any details." Draco interrupted again waving his hand in dismissal. "I take it you talked things through with your wife?"
"Yes." Ron stated matter-of-factly. "Of course I did!" he paused and watched Draco nod his head in acceptance. "Why? What's going on?"
Draco snorted patronisingly. "Just tell me, Weasley. You went back to her."
"Yes, I went back! I had to do the right thing that I already failed so miserably at last night!" Ron exclaimed, failing to notice the double-meaning in the blonde's words; and in his own.
Suddenly something snapped in Draco and his eyes clouded over with rage, going completely black. His body tensed and seemed to glow with contained magic screaming to get out. He knew it! He'd had the night of his life, but to Ron he was an obvious mistake! And here the Weasley was, confused that he had failed to realise this fact last night. Fuck! How stupid could you possibly get? He clenched his jaw and straightened up, refusing to show Ron how much this hurt.
"Get out!" he gritted between his teeth feeling his heart break, piece by piece. "Go home to your wife and don't come back." He muttered and turned to leave.
Ron backtracked as realisation dawned on him. Draco thought that he had..? How the hell? He laughed out loud. It was hilarious! It was so typical Draco, but where, in the Forbidden Forest, had he gotten that idea? Blimey! He should have seen this coming a mile away! Clearing his throat and stifling his laughter, he straightened up and looked at Draco, lovingly.
"Draco," he said calmly, "where is this coming from?"
The blonde was completely taken aback by the look in Ron's eyes and he wavered. "You weren't here and I thought..." he paused, trying to find the words that wouldn't picture him as a sappy girl.
"Merlin! Draco, I'm so sorry!" Ron exclaimed slapping his palm to his forehead. "How could I be so stupid?"
At this last statement the blonde cocked an eyebrow sarcastically and Ron chuckled. "Touché!" he said and closed most of the distance between them.
"Draco, I apologise. If you still want me to leave, I'll leave, but I would like an opportunity to explain my actions to you." He said, almost pleading. "I know your time is valuable, but if you have ten minutes..."
Ron was dying to touch the blonde, to kiss him passionately, but decided against it. Draco needed this space; he wanted the space, clearly upset with Ron's thoughtlessness. And Ron understood. They all knew how Draco had been abandoned by his mother after the war. They also knew that his so-called friends had turned their back on him after he was released, due to Harry's testimony in Draco's favour and the fact that he was never capable of going through with any of Voldemort's biddings. Again, Ron mentally scolded himself for his own utter stupidity.
"Sure." Draco sighed. "Let's sit down." He motioned to the sofa and waited until Ron was seated before sitting down, putting some distance between them. "Talk!"
"I don't really know where to start, but I really am sorry for leaving without even writing a note. That was not intentional and completely thoughtless of me. I should have thought it through and therefore known better." His eyes locked with Draco's as he continued. "I went home to talk to Hermione and we agreed that we should've never married in the first place. She asked me what had happened to me last night since I had matured enough to not place blame and call her names. I simply said your name and that was the end of our conversation."
Draco snorted. "You left hours ago, Weasley. That conversation couldn't have taken that long. You're not telling me everything."
Smiling at Draco's obvious jealousy he told the blonde about the initial shower, the divorce papers and the meeting with Kingsley. "After only one night, you've managed to make me a better man, Draco. To me, that counts for something." He reached out and caressed the blonde's cheek.
"Fine, Ron." Draco sighed and almost let himself lean into the touch, but held back. "One last thing; what 'right thing' did you fail to do last night?" Asking this made his heart race from the now possibly final rejection.
Ron felt brave now that he knew Draco was jealous and scared to lose him, so he leaned over, making Draco lean back, and supported himself on his arm; hovering over the blonde.
"What are you...?" Draco tried, but Ron cut him off with a soft kiss.
With their lips barely touching he answered the blonde. "I failed to be a man." He kissed Draco again.
Draco didn't quite agree with him on that. He'd been very much a man in his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut and let Ron continue.
"I failed to be honest." Ron placed another kiss on Draco's left eyelid. "I failed to let her know that I was not coming home and that I was with you." He said, kissing Draco's right eyelid.
"All in all, my sweet, silver Dragon; I failed to respect either one of you. I cheated on Hermione and made you 'the other man'. Neither of you deserved to be victims of my childish behaviour."
Their eyes met. The blonde searched Ron's for traces of lies or mockery, but found none. All he saw was raw honesty and a little sadness. A deep, guttural sound rose from his throat and he couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed Ron's hair and attacked his mouth.
Ron deepened the kiss instantly, making quick work of their clothes with his hand. Mind you, Ron had actually gone through Auror training and knew fine well how to do both wandless and wordless magic. It would never be as efficient as his wand, but it was all he needed at that moment. Draco gasped as he caressed the pale chest letting his thumb ghost over a nipple, rubbing and tweaking it lightly, on the way down. He stroked the blonde's hip and lifted his leg, licking and breathing softly into his ear, causing Draco to moan loudly.
"I'm still angry." Draco breathed.
"I know."
"Don't you ever do that to me again!" He writhed under the red head's touch.
"I promise you I won't."
"Prove it!"
Ron kissed Draco tenderly, trying his best to give the blonde some reassurance. Draco's eyes fluttered shut and he whimpered. Gods, this man was amazing! Was there anything he couldn't do with that tongue? He remembered, vividly, the redhead's talent, with said tongue, on his knees the night before. A strangled moan escaped him at the memory and he almost came.
"Please, Ron…" he whispered against his lips and was awarded with a tingling sensation as the redhead wordlessly performed a lubrication spell.
Oh, hell yes! He felt a finger push through his sphincter and he gave a strangled cry at the tenderness the action was performed with. Draco had always been at the receiving end of roughness and torture in bed and had never really experienced love making; it had always been just sex. But here Ron was, his enemy for more years than he cared to count, actually preparing him before the act. Him! The one person he had thought would never bother to be kind to him, especially in bed, was considerate and actually seemed to care about his pleasure.
Draco knew he wasn't being very Malfoy-like, but he needed to feel wanted. He needed to feel liked by someone. He hadn't felt this loved since before the war and the only one who had ever loved him unconditionally, was his mother. Now, he didn't even have that.
He would never admit to it, but he was malnourished when it came to affection and acknowledgment. His world had been cold and dark for the past 20 years and he felt like he was a drowning man, just breaching the surface, coming up for air. Ron had been at the right place at the right time. Ron was his salvation! Ron made him feel like he was a soldier just coming home after a tiring and dangerous war. Draco's heart ached painfully.
Draco was brought back to reality by the concern in said redhead's voice. "Dragon, please look at me."
He snapped his eyes open and cursed internally when Ron raised a hand and dried his cheek with his thumb. He was bloody crying!
A Malfoy never cries! Draco remembered his father's words. It's unbecoming!
"What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" Ron sounded like he was almost panicking. "Please, tell me, love!"
Ron's last word seeped through his mind and he smiled, grabbing a fistful of red hair, pulled him down and kissed him fiercely.
"Nothing is wrong." He whispered as he pulled back. "Everything is perfect." Their lips touched briefly. "You are perfect."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, still concerned with a look of scepticism on his face.
"Very!" Draco smirked, very much like his normal self. "Please, proceed!"
Ron shook his head in amusement and smiled. So very Malfoy of him! Always being the nonchalant tough-guy who would never be affected by such trivialities. He was so aggravating, but yet completely adorable.
He ducked down and took a taunt nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as he carefully pushed another digit past the blonde's tight muscle, eliciting a very loud and extremely sexy sound from his lover that made his cock twitch painfully.
"Are you ready, Dragon?" he asked after carefully scissoring and preparing the God under him. He felt like he couldn't wait any longer, but didn't want to hurt him either.
"Never more ready!" Draco breathed heavily. "Please, love me!"
Draco had no idea what he said anymore and he had definitely stopped thinking. He was in a state of complete euphoria and had no intention of leaving it by over-thinking things. Ron's next words helped him to remain there.
"I will love you until you beg me to stop." He whispered as he entered the blonde carefully and agonisingly slow.
Draco arched his back and bucked his hips. "Oh, sweet Merlin! Ron, you feel so good!"
Rom lost himself in the heat of Draco's arse for a second. "So hot…tight…perfect." He mumbled incoherently before setting a seemingly controlled pace.
The truth was that he tried to keep himself from coming by reducing the friction. He wanted it to last long, preferably forever, but he knew fine well it was bound to fail. Draco felt way too good for that to ever be possible, but he wanted to pleasure the blonde first.
Supported on his right hand he let the other one roam over the chiselled body beneath him, mapping every accessible millimetre of it. He was so lost in his action that he was caught off-guard by the blonde gripping his upper arms.
"Faster, Ron! Harder!" he panted.
"Patience, my Dragon, patience." Ron smiled. "You wanted me to love you and that's what I intend to do."
He angled himself, searching for Draco's prostate. The loud sigh erupting from the blonde told him he'd found it. Reaching between them he found Draco's throbbing erection and stroked it slowly.
Draco moaned louder and arched his back. "Yes, yes, yes…" he mumbled and lolled his head from side to side. "Don't stop, please, don't stop…"
Encouraged by this Ron kept up his ministrations, but he soon felt himself reaching the point of no return and he desperately needed to come.
"I'm sorry, Draco, but I need to…" he gasped and picked up the pace, still stroking the blonde's cock.
"Yes!" Draco cried, hooking his legs behind Ron's back he stretched his neck to kiss him again.
Their tongues fought for dominance, licking and stroking the other's with passion. The two men were moaning into each other's mouths and Draco's hands pulled at Ron's back in an attempt to get him closer, Ron never letting go of Draco's member.
As Ron felt Draco's cock twitch and tremble he stroked it faster and harder, making the blond moan and whimper in pleasure. He left the blonde's mouth and moved his own down to his ear. "You're mine!" he whispered dominantly as the evil streak cursed through him. He was not the sharing kind of man and did nothing to hide the fact. And he wanted the blonde all to himself. "Say it!"
"You…yours! Draco hitched. "Only yours! Always yours!" he cried as he came, pulling Ron with him over the edge.
Oh, my gosh... ;p I love it when the pairings can switch sides like this. Keeps the interest up. Well, mine anyways... I'm very selfish when it comes to my stories. I only write stuff that I'd like to read. I have to be able to read my own without making a face... ;)
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