Ok, sorry for the long wait. The next chapters up and ready, and more are on the way. After testing a few different symbols, Ive decided to use brackets to mark off the character dialogue. I probably will fix the other chapters at some point, but as most readers are use the way the other chapters are written, and Im more concerned with finishing the story, Ill probably finish the last few chapters first. Thanks for your patience. Enjoy.

Guilt

Ron awoke, feeling miserable. He did not think he could hate anyone more than he hated himself at the moment. Hed betrayed his husband, lied to him about it, and used the memory of his deceased best from to cover for himself. The thought of it all made him physically ill. Draco had spent the entire night, holding him, cuddling him, and lulling him to sleep. Draco was already awake when Ron woke, but had not released the red head from his embrace. It was not until Rons blue eyes met his, that Draco kissed the man on his forehead and headed out of the room.

Ron laid in bed for several minutes after Draco left. When he finally did sit up, his entire body ached. Just when he felt brave enough to join his husband downstairs, the other man reentered the room. Draco had a broad smile on his face and a meal tray in his hands. {And just where do you think youre going?} Ron smile up at him. {You made me breakfast?} {Well, I almost thought it would be kinder not to, but yes.} Ron propped himself up against the headboard as Draco laid the tray across his lap. He kissed Ron on the lips and said {If you retch just remember, its the thought that counts.} Ron laughed and picked up his fork. Draco walked around to the other side of the bed. {Feeling better?} he asked. Ron stabbed at his pancakes. {Ill live.} {Good.} Draco said, joining Ron on the bed. {Ive grown rather attached to you.}

Draco caressed Rons cheek, and the contact made him shiver. He brought his fork up to his mouth, but stopped himself. {What time is it?} {Nearly ten.} Draco told him. He looked the blonde in the eye nonplused. {Shouldnt you be at work.} Draco shook his head. {They can survive a day without me.} Ron smiled at him, he didnt know what to say. Draco kissed him on the cheek and rose from the bed. {Ill draw your bath.} Ron watched him leave the room, with nothing but adoration. {And dont think I havent noticed you avoiding my cooking.} With that, the blonde was gone.

The day Ron spent with Draco was one of the best an worst of their marriage. Best because Draco was absolutely marvelous. After breakfast, he took a long bath with Ron then gave him a much needed massage from head to toe. Draco took over all of Rons duties for the day, allowing Ron to get some rest. That evening Draco prepared a magnificent dinner, though Ron was almost certain hed ordered out, and they closed the day in front of the fire, Ron in Dracos arms. It was one of the worst days in their marriage, for Ron, for all those same reason. Draco was just too bloody perfect, and it was driving him crazy.

Could not shake the memory of what happened the day before. He was with Hermione, talking innocently enough. The conversation got more emotional than Ron and intended, and Hermione had all but professed her love for Ron. He knew he should have left, but instead, ended up kissing Hermione. Before they could stop themselves, they were both half undressed, on Hermiones sofa. He took her right then and there, and when it was over, he couldnt get away fast enough. He apparated back to London and spent the next few hours wandering the streets aimlessly. Everything he saw remained him of Draco, and how great the man had been to him. He felt dead inside, he didnt know it was possible to have so much guilt. It was made worse when he returned home and saw how worried Draco had been about him. He wanted to tell Draco then, if for no other reason then to receive the punishment he knew he deserved. He wanted Draco to hate him, that would have been easier to deal with than, his undying affection. But Ron hadnt told him, and he honestly didnt know if it was to spare Draco, or himself.

Over the next week Ron did his best to hide his feelings from Draco, and assumed he was getting better at it. Draco had acted less worried than he had been, and things had almost completely returned to normal. One day Ron was bringing Draco his lunch, has he always did. Draco was too deep in paper work to even look up at him. Later that evening, when Draco had not come home Ron brought him dinner. Draco was still furiously working at his desk. His hair looked disheveled, bags were already forming under his eye, his face was set in a deep scowl. Ron shook his head, the blonde did such a good job of taking care of everybody else, but seldom looked after himself. He walked up behind Draco, and began rubbing his shoulders. {Whens the last time you had a break?} He asked. {Plenty of time for rest when Im dead.} Draco said flatly. Ron took the quill out of Dracos hand and set it aside. He crouched down beside his husband. {Come on, you need to take it easy for a minute.} Draco threw his glasses on the desk, and leaned his head back. He rubbed his tired eyes, not realizing until then how much they hurt. He groaned and said {I know, but Ive got this deadline, and still so much to do.} Ron kissed Dracos cheek. {Come on, Ive brought you dinner.} He stood and walked over to a cart hed apparated with him.

Wheeling the cart over, Ron moved Dracos papers aside and placed his dinner tray in front of him. Draco hugged Ron around his waist. {Thank you, love. Youre so good to me.} Ron wanted to make a few self deprecating remarks about that, but didnt. Ron watched silently as his husband ate, massaging his neck and shoulders all the while. When Draco finished, Ron removed the tray. Draco looked up at him with a devious smirk. {So what did you bring me for desert?} Ron blushed, from the look in Dracos eyes and turned to his cart. {Well, Ium, I made you this custard.} Draco stood behind Ron, wrapping his arms around the other man. {Not in the mood for custard.} He started kissing down Rons neck. {Well what would you like then?} Ron felt Dracos hands running up and down his body. {Why do you always have so many damn clothes on?} Draco whispered in a seductive purr.

Just then, there was a pecking at Dracos window. Draco made an irritated grunt, before opening the window. He took a letter from the black owl at the window, which flew away immediately. Draco tossed the letter onto his desk, and took Ron back in his arms. {Now where were we?} Ron grinned. {You were making rude comments about my attire.} {Oh, yes} Draco said, kissing Rons cheek. {I was wondering where I can get an invisibility cloak that only works on robes. Youd look ravishing in that.} Ron laughed, and felt Dracos hand working at the buttons on his robes. {You know what Ive always wanted to do?} Draco asked. {What?} Draco slipped off Rons robe. {Go go stand in front of the window.}

Ron did as he was told. The windows to Dracos office occupied most of the back wall. They stretched from one corner of the room to the next. The top reached almost to the ceiling, the bottom stopped near Rons waist. The drapes were currently drawn. One window remained open, from when Draco had let the bird in. Draco stood beside Ron, opening another window, completely exposing Ron to the night air.. Ron turned back to Draco. {What are you doing?} Draco did not answer, only began stripping off Rons clothing. {What are you doing} He repeated with a laugh. He made no prootest, though, and soon both Ron and Draco were fully exposed to the elements, the cool breeze washed over their bodied. Draco faced Ron toward the window and whispered in his ear {I want all of London to hear you sing my praises.} Then Ron felt Draco enter him. And sing Ron did. He could not contain his cries, as Draco ripped his backside apart. He was sure this would end up in the Prophet the next day, but he could not care less. Draco Malfoy was a sex GOD, and was all his, and Ron didnt care who knew it.

Draco rode him for what felt like hours. Had they not been in the business district, at night, Ron was sure law enforcement would have been at their door already, for disturbing the peace. Finally, Draco exploded into Ron. Had it not been for Dracos strong arm wrapping around him, Ron may have fallen right out the window just then, his body went completely weak. Draco sat in his chair, pulling Ron down into his lap. He was kissing Ron where ever he could reach. {I love you so much.} He whispered. He held up Rons hand and kissed that as well. Ron felt Draco growing hard again already. He reluctantly pulled away. {I think Ive distracted you from your work long enough. I should go, before you decide to do it in Voldemorts throne room next.} Draco raised an eyebrow. {Now theres a thought. Well have to try that next time.} Ron laughed and got dressed. He kissed Draco and the lips. {Ill see you at home.} Draco smiled back at him. {I think Im done for the night, just let me clean up here, and Ill be right behind you.} Ron nodded, then apparated away.