Chapter 4

It had been three weeks since the battle, and the headlines were still about how Potter and the Golden Trio had defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Ron was starting to get annoyed with the fact that they still called him that. Hadn't they heard the news? He was dead. It was perfectly safe to call him by his name. The one thing they kept failing to mention, and maybe this was a good thing. Draco Malfoy was the reason that it was over. Without his warning then that battle could have gone a very different way. Then, since there were still a large number of Death Eaters that were running about, maybe it was better that they were unaware that he was the traitor.

He just wished they'd thought this through. He had no idea where to start looking for Draco, and Draco did not know where the Burrow was. Until they were certain that there were no more Death Eaters running around, the wards were not coming down. Draco couldn't get to him, and he had no idea how to get to Draco. The only thing he could do was sit in the grass until he figured out what to do with his life and dream about the moments that were simple. The moments where, no matter what he'd ended up reading that morning or heard the day before, all that mattered right then was Draco being in his arms.

Most days he'd just try to replay their adventures together. Harry's adventures might have been important, but it was the days he'd spent with Draco that were his favorites. The day that he'd been walking through the corridors doing his rounds and he ran into Draco.

"You don't want to take points from me," Draco told him with a knowing little smirk.

Ron raised his brow, "You're kidding right? The part of this I've looked forward to was taking points away from you."

"No," Draco disagreed, he walked up to Ron and leaned his thin body against Ron's lean one. Ron raised his brow, and grabbed Draco's hand when it landed on Ron's hip. Draco's breath ghosted over his ear, "I can show you why you don't want to take points from me. It's actually a good thing I'm out in the corridors at this time of night."

"What's that," Ron asked, his voice coming out sounding unfamiliar. It was deep and husky. Draco shivered against him. Ron licked his lips and attempted, "Malfoy, are you trying to seduce your way out of getting into trouble?"

"Is it working?" Draco asked, his face still inches away from Ron's. If he wanted to, Ron could turn his face easily and be kissing lips he assumed had to be soft. Draco rolled his body from hips up, pressing even closer to Ron. Ron gulped. Draco smirked, "You can do anything you want, you just can't take points. I mean, I have been a very bad boy. The things I said to you today deserve a good punishment, don't you think?"

Ron shivered, "Anything I want?"

Draco hummed, "Anything you want?"

"And if I wanted you to get off of me?" Ron offered. Draco laughed, nipped at Ron's earlobe, and pulled away. His hand grazed from where it had been resting on Ron's shoulder, down Ron's chest and stomach and stopped by cupping him. A gentle squeeze had Ron's hips jerking into the touch.

"You're hard," Draco stated. Ron shuddered. Draco checked his surroundings before he dropped to his knees. Ron's eyes went wide as Draco made quick work of his belt buckle, zipper, and button. He reached into Ron's pants and allowed his ache to find some free air. Looking up at the wide-eyed boy, Draco licked the sides and blew a hot breath against the crown. Draco smirked, "Do you want me to do this?"

Ron groaned. Draco took him in inch by agonizingly slow inch. He pulled away and then took him back in slowly. Ron pressed his back against the stone wall, his hands fisting at his sides. Draco pulled completely away. Ron whimpered. Draco looked up at him, "I said, you can do anything you want to do. If that means pulling my hair or fucking my face, go ahead."

"Why are you doing this?" Ron wondered. "I mean, this is me."

Draco shrugged, "You're hot and I like cock."

"That's it, simple as that," Ron raised a brow.

"What do you want me to say, Weasel," Draco wondered. "Oh, Ron, you're so sexy and I've been watching you from afar for so long. If you only let me suck you I think I'll turn from my horrible ways of believing mudbloods are scum, that Potter is a crazed lunatic, and never call you a blood-traitor again."

"No," Ron snapped, "Don't fucking lie."

"Alright then, you want the truth, then actually I have been watching you for a while, but only since we've been back to school. You are sexy as fuck, and I have wanted to suck you since I saw you go swimming." Draco admitted.

"It's a one off though, right?' Ron wondered.

"Definitely," Draco agreed. "I mean, come on, it's you."

It hadn't been a one off. They kept running into each other in the halls. At first they'd share looks, awkward glances. Ron couldn't forget the feel of that mouth around him, and he started thinking two different thoughts. He wondered what it would be like to repay the favor, and then he wondered what it would be like to be inside Draco in a little more intimate manner. He dreamt about it, and started waking up to sticky pants more and more often. Then he started looking at other guys, never Harry or any of his roommates, but others. One day before potions a Seventh Year Ravenclaw had walked by with a group of friends. Ron had checked him out in the middle of Draco trying to give him, Harry, and Hermione a tongue lashing. Draco looked to see what had Ron distracted, and he'd not appreciated it. He pulled Ron into an alcove after class and told him, "No."

"Huh," Ron asked in confusion.

"No," Draco repeated. "I can't stop you from looking at other guys, but when I'm standing right if front of you? No." He pushed Ron against the wall and growled in his ear, "Don't forget who made you feel better than you've ever felt."

"Well," Ron shrugged, "That's a little unfair, don't you think? Besides you, that one time, I've had my hand for a partner. Yeah, you felt better than my hand, but whose to say you're the best."

Draco had dropped to his knees and had Ron withering even more than he had that first time. He'd waited until Ron was under control again, before he pushed Ron to his knees and insisted Ron repay the favor. Ron licked his lips while he undid Draco's pants. He looked up at Draco in question every once in a while. He was using the things that Draco had done that he'd really liked. Draco had stroked his cheek and smiled when he'd look up. One time he scratched his fingers a bit to roughly against Ron's scalp, and Ron had moaned around him. That did it. Resting against the wall, both spent, Draco said, "It's not a one off, is it?"

"I can't get you out of my head," Ron admitted. He was quiet for a while, "I want to have sex."

Draco laughed, "So you're a teenage boy, huh?"

"I think we're both aware of this." Ron nudged his arm.

Draco nodded, "Do you know how?"

"How?" Ron wondered, "To have sex? No, I'm a virgin."

"That's cool," Draco told him, "I'll teach you, and eventually you'll just know."

"We're really not a one off are we?" Ron asked, "The way you said that, it makes it sound like we'd do it more than once."

"Come on, Weasel," Draco sighed, "We couldn't go two weeks without sucking each other off in the middle of the day. You think if we fuck we'll be cool with just once?"

"But we aren't a couple," Ron stated.

"No," Draco agreed, "We can't be. I mean, you're Potter's best friend and my father's one of his right hand men."

"I thought you said Potter's a lunatic," Ron eyed Draco as he said this. Draco turned and kissed Ron. Ron's hands went into Draco's hair, keeping him there as they danced their tongues together. It was their first kiss. Draco realized that, and noticed how demanding Ron was that he had to try to battle for the dominance. Ron growled and fought back. Draco moaned as he pressed his body against Ron's. They pulled away, leaning against each other as they breathed heavily. "What are we doing?"

"Having a bit of fun that no one else can ever know about." Draco answered. He looked into Ron's eyes, "Promise me you'll never tell a soul."

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "Why?"

"My father will pull me out and put me in Drumstrang." Ron's arms tightened around Draco's waist. Draco smiled,

"I think I've decided you're mine," Ron admitted.

Draco nodded, "Yeah, I decided that when you looked at that Ravenclaw." He looked away, "I don't act the way I do out there because I want to. My so called friends are paid by my father to keep an eye on me and make sure I'm acting as a proper Malfoy."

"Being a bully," Ron attempted.

"Making sure blood-traitors, muggle-borns, and Potter know that Malfoy's are better than they are." Draco clarified, "It's a load of rubbish you know." Ron hummed in obvious agreement. Draco smacked his chest, "Shut up, I'm trying to be serious. I don't believe it. Granger's a good witch, an annoying know-it-all, but a good witch. I just, I have to act a certain way so that I can stay in here. I don't want to go to Drumstrang."

"Okay," Ron interrupted and brushed a calming hand down Draco's back. Draco looked at him. "You and I are a secret, but I guess in a way we are a couple. You're mine, and I'm not too inclined to sharing. I'm yours, and while we may not know you as well as we think, I can tell you aren't going to take sharing me too kindly. So, secret, but together."

"Secret, but together." Draco agreed. He hummed, "I've never had a boyfriend before."

"Me either," Ron laughed.

People, Hermione and Harry and Ginny, wanted to know how it had happened. He told the something basic, "we messed about one day because we were bored, and then we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves." They'd decided to be together. Draco had politics in his life that made his freedom of choice very limited. They were both a little on the selfish and jealous side, and were not okay with anyone else touching their man. It was early October when Draco and he first sucked each other and decided to be a couple, a secret but a couple. They shared secret looks in classes and hid out in alcoves getting each other off, and kissing. Kisses between them were incredible, both fighting to be in control and neither relenting. They couldn't do chaste, everything would deepen and they'd be moaning and gasping from breath by the time they stopped. A month into it Ron wanted more.

"I want to be inside you," Ron murmured into a kiss. Draco pressed against him harder and he moaned. Ron's hands were underneath his Draco's shirt, touching the soft skin and wanting to see it. He gripped the fabric in his hands and lifted. Draco wrapped his hands around Ron's wrists, stopping him.

"I want you in me, but not here." Draco soothed. Ron let go. Draco breathed, "Is there anywhere you and I can go? I can't go to your bed and you can't come to mine."

Ron nodded, "There's a room, but it's all the way on the Seventh Floor."

"I was thinking a classroom." Draco admitted.

Ron locked his blue eyes with the silver orbs, "Do you trust me?"

Draco bit his lip, actually thinking about what he was about to admit. Slowly he started to nod. "With my life."

Ron drew him back into another kiss at that answer. Shaking with his need by the time he pulled away, he thanked every God he could name for allowing him to be Fred and George's brother, and lead Draco up the shortcuts without anybody noticing them. He walked by the room three times, thinking about what he wanted to do to Draco. Walking in Draco laughed, "What is this room?"

"The Room of Requirement," Ron answered, "The house-elves call it the "Come and Go" Room."

"I'm tempted to call it the room the Gryffindor King is going to royally fuck the Slytherin Prince." Draco said as he stepped farther inside. He turned around as he sat down on the bed and crooked his finger in a beckoning motion. Ron gulped as he moved towards the bed. Draco shook his head, kicking off his shoes as he slid farther up the bed. Ron walked towards him and then crawled across the bed. His legs on either side of Draco's and his hands on either side of Draco's head. Draco's hands played with their hair on the back of Ron's neck, drawing a sigh even as it was apparent that Ron was a little tense and nervous. "Weasel, you have to be relaxed or I'm not gonna be relaxed and then you'll hurt me."

"No pressure then," Ron chuckled. He stopped, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes he looked down into the silver orbs and his blue filled with an emotion that had Draco's breath hitching. Ron murmured, "I don't want to hurt you, ever, in anyway. I'm, Draco, I'm..."

"No," Draco shook his head, "Weasel don't."

"Why," Ron questioned.

"Because if you do you'll ruin everything." Draco answered. "If you say it, I'll say it back. I'm having a hard enough time not screaming from the Astronomy Tower that you're mine. If we say that, if we share that, I'll not be able to stop myself."

Ron dropped his head so that it rested in the crook of Draco's neck. He nuzzled into the soft flesh before placing a kiss against it, "Then let me show you instead."

"Now that," Draco moaned, "Is allowed."

They spent days in that bed, locked away in that room. Quidditch practice, the D.A. and the Inquisitor Squad, Prefect duties for them both, and O.W.L. homework kept them busy, but they always made sometime to be together. They didn't share those words, but they both knew as November rolled into December and then Christmas Break nearly killed them and January came around. They spent whole nights in that room sometimes, hiding away from the rest of the world and the problems and politics that now fifteen-year-old boys should have to deal with. The first few times weren't perfect, but they were in the fact that somehow Ron Weasley had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy and Draco Malfoy had fallen right back. Practice made perfect, and then there was the fact that the smartest wizard in their year wanted to know everything he could so that they could be even better. Three months after that first time, of almost everyday, they were getting better and better each passing day.

Draco was lying across Ron's chest, trying like hell to catch his breath and failing. They both had dazed smiles on their faces. Ron's trailing hands were leaving goosebumps on Draco's skin, which wasn't helping the goal of catching his breath since it kept hitching when Ron would brush the most sensative spots. Ron pressed a kiss to the top of Draco's head, and earned a shaky sigh. Ron whispered something into his hair, so soft Draco almost didn't catch it. Draco sighed, "I know, me too."

"You call me Weasel," Ron mentioned, offhandedly. Draco hummed in agreement. Ron wondered, "Can I call you my Ferret?"

Draco pushed himself up on so he could look down at Ron, "That is an awful memory. Have you ever been forced to change into an animal? It is painful."

Ron was smiling goofy up at him. Draco shook his head. Ron claimed, "It was funny."

Draco dropped back to his chest, turning his face away, and pouting, "And here he claims he loves me. Lies I say, lies."

Ron laughed as he tightened his hold around Draco's waist before sighing, "Ferret."

The way he said it though sent a shiver down Draco's back. He shot back, "Weasel."

"I'm sorry," Draco said as he stood awkwardly in their room. Ron had already lost his shirt as he'd waited for his boyfriend of the better part of the year to show up. Draco took one look at him and his eyes landed on Ron's hands. He sucked in an angry breath that he'd let out in the sigh of his apology. Ron took three quick steps to him, cupped his jaw and forced Draco to look at him.

"Whatever you do out there, in front of Parkinson and Zabini, doesn't count nor matter in here." Ron told him. Fire blazing in his eyes. Draco could tell he was still mad about it though. The Inquisitor Squad was killing their relationship. Umbridge was killing their relationship. Draco pulled Ron's hand away from his chin, being careful of the fresh scar and turning Ron's hand so he could kiss the scar.

"She's going to regret this," Draco vowed looking up at Ron, "When they finally force me to be what I was born to be," he grimaced. The fire in Ron's eyes blazed again. "She's going to regret daring to mess with you. Of all the things, touching you isn't allowed."

"But we were bad," Ron said sarcastically.

"I can punish you quite well myself, thanks," Draco drew.

"Come here," Ron smirked. He pulled Draco into a kiss that turned deep and dominating in moments. Ron was winning this time, and Draco was moaning too much to care. Ron undid the buttons of Draco's shirt while he kissed him like his life depended on it. Shirt gone, Ron ran his hands around the lithe body, feeling the slight ripples through the back and squeezing as he reached Draco's ass. Keeping his hands where they were, Ron lifted Draco. Draco jumped with the urging, and wrapped his legs around Ron's waist. Ron didn't break the kiss once as he laid Draco down on the bed and proceeded to cause him to moan and wither on the bed for the next hour or so.

"Happy birthday," Ron whispered as he kissed Draco's neck. Draco moaned and nuzzled into his pillow more. Ron leaned his body down so that it was stretched out against the naked form he'd woken up to. He pressed another kiss to the back of his neck and tried again, "Happy birthday. It's a big day today. It's the sixteenth."

"No it's the fifth," Draco corrected with a tired grin.

"Yes, but you turned sixteen today." Ron amended, "It's cause for celebration."

"Yes," Draco agreed, "Yeah for me, I'm still alive."
"Baby," Ron cried, "come on, you're birthday is a happy day."

"How so," Draco snapped.

"It's the day you came into the world," Ron answered happily.

"Yeah, another Malfoy, that's just what this world needed." Draco sneered.

"You've made my world a better place," Ron assured.

Draco bit back his smile as he burrowed into his arms, "Stop trying to love a Death Eater."

Ron pulled Draco's left arm until it was sticking up at the elbow. Looking at the underside of the forearm, Ron rubbed his fingers over the spot again and again. Draco turned to look at Ron, "What are you doing?"

"Searching for a Dark Mark." Ron shrugged. "I didn't find one, so, no Death Eaters in this bed. Just two blokes that think blood supremacy is stupid, Hermione Granger is the best witch of their time, and are rooting for Potter."

Draco dropped his arm around his head and bit, "Leave me alone, it's my birthday. I'm supposed to sleep as late as I want on my birthday."

"But then you can't have early morning birthday sex," Ron explained as he teased Draco's entrance with his very awake member. Draco turned his head so that he could see Ron's eyes as he backed up to tease Ron as effectively as he'd teased Draco. Ron sunk in as they stared into each other's eyes. Draco turned away when Ron brushed against that one spot, a moan echoing through the room. Draco moaned as he backed up on the intrusion, taking in more. Ron sighed into his ear, "I love you, Draco."

"Love you too, Ron," Draco moaned. "Weasel, more."

"Gods Ferret," Ron groaned as he did as was asked.