Note The R warning really comes into effect here! Behold, semi-sex!
Chapter Summary: In which a week goes by, where in Draco is desperate for some loving and Ron is, as usual, clueless.
Abstaining from sexual pleasure wasn't a very big deal, except for when you knew you couldn't have sex. Then the idea became a bully, constantly circling your mind and pressuring you to simply give into your carnal desires.
At least, that's how it felt for Draco. Three days after the surgery, four days until he could make love to Ron again, and he was about to go insane. It wasn't like he was a sex fiend or anything, it's just seemed as though Ron was doing everything in his power to turn Draco on. And it was driving Draco mad.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Ron looked up from his position on the floor.
"Exercising." Ron said calmly.
"Exercising." Draco repeated.
"Yeah." Ron said, sitting up. Draco watched as a droplet of sweat traveled down Ron's bare chest, twisting from one freckle to the next. It landed in a tiny puddle at his navel.
"Why?" Draco asked, his voice sounding strangled.
"Well, I don't know." Ron shrugged and reached up to brush back his sweaty red hair. And really, Draco mused, that should not have looked as sexy as it did. "I figured I'd give it a try. I'm started to look pudgy."
"Beg your pardon?" Draco's eyebrow raised nearly to the ceiling. "Pudgy! You are not pudgy."
"Well, then what is that?" Ron asked defensively, poking at his side. Indeed there was a bit of softness there, but it covered a set of rock hard muscles that Ron had long ago developed and maintained from hard labor. To call Ron pudgy would be ridiculous.
"I refuse to have this conversation with you." Draco informed him, sitting down on the sofa.
"Fine." Ron said, his lower lip threatening to form a pout. Draco growled slightly. Did Ron even know what he was doing to Draco's unstable libido? "What? Are you going to watch me now?"
"Perhaps." Was Draco's reply.
It was a really, really bad idea. Draco knew this. Hell, even Ron gave him a funny look. But the redhead went back to his exercising, which consisted of sit-ups, followed by push-ups. Draco shifted in his seat, feeling a heat rise under his skin. The muscles under Ron's skin twisted and formed under each push and pull. Ron was letting out little grunting noises as he reached his thirtieth push-up. Draco felt like moaning along side him.
Unable to take it anymore, Draco got to his feet and rushed downstairs to his laboratory. Potions were safe. Potions didn't flex their muscles and wink brilliant blue eyes at you. Potions stunk. Which wasn't really the point, because no matter how pretty Ron looked while exercising, he still smelled like sweat.
This continued for the rest of the week. Every time Draco emerged from his laboratory, Ron was doing something to torture him. Whether it was exercising, fixing the whole that Draco accidentally created in the bathroom, or coming home covered in grease. That, actually, was the clincher. A greasy, sweaty Ron should not be sexy, in fact it should be disgusting. Yet, Draco literally melted every time he saw Ron that way.
He knew where it came from. After Ron had rescued him from the Death Eater's camp, they had to fight there way back to the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. By the time they were to safety, Ron had been covered in every disgusting material Draco could think of. Blood, mud, grease, dirt, and bits of gravel. Draco had stared at him, amused at how Ron had managed to get so dirty, while Draco was only wearing his own blood.
That day was the first time Ron said 'I love you'.
A week after the implant, Draco went back to the clinic for a post-operation check up. He left, an hour later, with a wide grin on his face. Everything appeared to be fine, which meant Draco would be able to do something he'd been craving since he saw Ron doing push ups in their living room. He quickly made his way to the Ministry of Magic, knowing that Ron would be going on his lunch break soon.
"Good day, Mr. Rockton." Draco greeted.
"And what, do tell, are you doing here?" Mr. Rockton asked with a smile.
"I've come to visit my husband." Draco replied, stepping into the large room. "Why else would I enter such an uncivilized space?"
"Hmm." Mr. Rockton grabbed his hat and slipped past Draco and through the door. "I'll leave you two alone, shall I?"
"Good idea." Draco smirked, the door snapping closed behind Mr. Rockton.
The room was as messy as it was the last time Draco had visited Ron. He could hear someone humming towards the back of the room, past the large truck and sleek motorcycle. He found Ron sitting at a small table, with some strange motor part sitting in front of him. Draco stopped, allowing his jaw to drop. Sometime during the day, Ron had taken his shirt off. He now sat in a pair of dirty muggle jeans, with grease streaked across his muscular chest. Draco watched as Ron reached up and scratched at his head, leaving a large blotch of black.
"Hello, Weasley." Draco purred, once he was able to get control of himself.
"Ack!" Ron fumbled with his wrench. It clattered to the floor, echoing loudly in the room, as Ron stared at Draco in shock. "Draco... What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know..." Draco said, coolly. "I was out for a little stroll and thought, well, I'd stop buy." As Draco talked, he slowly made his way around the table. He lifted his foot and, placing it on the seat of Ron's chair, scooted Ron back. With a leer, he climbed into Ron's lap, straddling his thighs. "I just had a strong urge to see you, after all."
"Really?" Ron grinned, before a slight frown overtook his face. "Wait... What do you want?"
"Want?" Draco asked, leaning forward and rubbing his nose gently against Ron's. "I want you, of course."
"But, I'm all dirty." Ron pointed out. Ron watched, dumbstruck, as Draco began unbuttoning his own shirt. As it fell to the floor, leaving both of them shirtless, Ron gasped. "You want to do that here?"
"Why else would I show my face in this place?" Draco asked, calmly, as he worked on unbuttoning Ron's jeans. His fingers fumbled with the buttons. Really, why did muggles invent button-fly jeans? It took man long enough to learn how to work a zipper!
"Really." Ron squeaked as his jeans were undone and then pushed downward. Before he could stop himself, he automatically lifted his hips so Draco could pull them down to his knees.
"Oh, nothing underneath, I see." Draco smirked.
"I forgot it was my week to do laundry." Ron mumbled.
"You're really trying to ruin this for me, aren't you?" Draco asked with a sigh. Ron frowned slightly and thought about that. As Ron was thinking, Draco quickly undressed himself and straddled Ron's thighs once more. Then, grinning, he slid forward and brought their groins together.
"No!" Ron announced. "Not trying to ruin this at all."
"Mmmm, good." Draco purred. He trailed a hand across Ron's chest, slipping them through the many speckles of grease. Once again, it struck Draco how Ron should not look this sexy covered in unnatural material.
"So, what brought this on?" Ron half-moaned as Draco thrusted against him. "Not that I'm complaining."
"It's been a week." Draco informed him. "I'm, shall we say, safe to ride once again?"
Ron stared at him a moment, processing what he had just said. Draco smiled in reply, using his nails to scratch Ron's shoulders lightly. Ron blinked, then slowly grinned. Before Draco could say anything, he was lifted up and deposited onto the table, next to that strange engine part. Draco couldn't help but chuckle at Ron's sudden eagerness.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ron asked, reaching for Draco's trousers, which had been left on the floor.
"And ruin your clueless expression?" Draco asked.
"Ha. Ha." Ron muttered, biting his lip in concentration as he dug through Draco's pockets. "Come on, I know you brought some lubricant."
"You are hopeless." Draco informed him, taking hold of his trousers and pulling out the small vial of lubricant. "There. Now, get on with it."
"Pushy bottom." Ron stated. As Draco opened his mouth to respond, Ron swooped down and kissed him. Draco moaned softly, parting his lips to allow in Ron's tongue. They're bodies rocked against one another, skin slipping against skin.
"Mmm, Ron." Draco panted, tearing his lips away in order to breath. He arched his back, pressing his body against Ron's. "Hurry up, before Rockton gets back."
"No foreplay, then?" Ron asked playfully, sliding one of his hands down Draco's stomach.
"Tonight we can have foreplay. Sex now." Draco ordered.
And sex they did have. Ron gently played with Draco's body, bringing it to the edge, and then keeping it their, until he was begging for more. In the end, all Draco could do was wrap his legs around Ron's waist and hold onto the table's edge for dear life. Afterward, Ron slumped down against Draco's chest, their bodies covered in sweat.
"I have the best ideas." Draco murmured.
"Mmm-Hmm." Ron nodded against his shoulder.
"I should get going. I'm suppose to meet Severus, so we can go over a new flavor idea for the Wolfsbane Potion." Draco stated. Ron slowly straightened up and helped Draco stand.
"And he says he's not in love with Lupin." Ron shook his head as he buttoned up his jeans. He then slumped back down in his chair, watching Draco with his eyes. Draco snorted as he did the last button on his shirt, and then stretched. "Will you be home late?"
"I shouldn't be." Draco replied, leaning over to give Ron a kiss. "If you're home before me, will you fix dinner?"
"Sure." Ron replied. As Draco turned to leave, Ron spoke once again. "Hey, Draco?" Draco turned half-way to look at him. "This was it, wasn't it? The sex in order to have a baby?"
"Yes, I suppose it was." Draco said after a small pause. "Though, there is always a chance it didn't work. We might have to try again."
"Oh." Ron looked away and shifted in his seat.
"Ron?" Draco frowned. He had the feeling Ron wasn't telling him something. As though he... Draco gulped. "You were hoping something would stop this before it happened. You still don't want this."
"No, that's not it!" Ron insisted, before falling quiet.
"Right." Draco nodded, his voice suddenly turning bitter. He glared at his husband, wanting nothing more than to hit him. "I'm going to Hogwarts to visit Severus. Then I'm going home. I'm going to warn you right now, that if I'm still mad at you when I get home, you are going to regret it."
With that said, Draco turned on his heal and stormed out of the room. He apparated to the edge of Hogwarts and made his way slowly to the large castle. Once inside the school, he went to the dungeons, thankful that Dumbledore had not caught sight of him. At that moment in time, he was not in the mood for lemon drops.
Severus spent the next few hours bitching about Lupin, as per usual. Apparently, the werewolf was complaining about the Wolfsbane taste again, which wasn't a large shock. If the liquid tasted the way it smelled, Draco didn't think he could bring himself to drink it. Sighing, he quickly began cataloguing all the ingredients of Wolfsbane, in order to determine what counter reacted with what.
It was a good way to forget about Ron and the baby issue. Though, realizing that he wasn't thinking about it, made Draco think about it. What he hated most was the fact that Ron was acting this way. One moment he was fine, the next he was getting shifty, and before Draco knew it his lover was running the other direction. One would think he would be able to make up his mind by now.
Still, Draco did realize he should have been more sensitive to Ron's emotions. Draco couldn't help it, though. It was in his nature to get everything he wanted, with no complaints. Ron, since the first time they had met when they were four years old and their fathers were arguing in the middle of Diagon Alley, had always made things difficult for Draco. That was part of his charm and normally it made Draco grin and bear it. This time, however, it annoyed him.
But he made certain that, as he left Hogwarts later that evening, he would play nice. He wouldn't jump down Ron's throat, at least for the next few days. He would let Ron think things over. As long as Ron didn't do something stupid, like running off or refusing to make his breakfast in the morning, then Draco would be a good husband. With that in mind, Draco plastered a smile on his face and apparated home.
The first thing he realized as he appeared in the living room was that there was no dinner cooking. The second thing was that he couldn't hear Ron. Ron always made noise, whether it was humming or bumping into things. Slowly, Draco walked through the house, but found no sign of Ron. Frowning to himself, Draco made his way upstairs and to their newly furnished bedroom. A feeling of dread filled his heart when he spotted the closet door open. Stepping forward, Draco stared at the spot Ron's suitcase used to be.
