Chapter 20

They'd never done it before, they'd spent large chunks of their Fifth Year in that room, but they'd never done this before. They'd fallen asleep in it, but one would always wake the other and they'd hurry to the Great Hall for dinner or part to head to their Common Rooms without getting caught. Early into their Sixth Year that changed. The day before had been raining and left them with little other than homework to do that mid-September afternoon. They'd run into each other in the corridors, their friends or so-called flanking them. Ron had nodded his head back, Draco had bounced his brow, and ten minutes later they'd disappeared from their friends' sides and were huddled away in their Room. They'd missed dinner before, and Ron would call Dobby and see if he'd get them some dinner. That day he did the same. If Ron had ever needed it, the relationship between Dobby and Draco was proof that Draco was acting for the world.

That night they'd tangled together again and again, neither one wanting to head back even if Draco's watch declared it long past time. They'd talked, like they so often did, about nothing in particular. Ron combing his fingers through Draco's hair, and Draco resting his head above Ron's chest, listening to his heartbeat. Draco fell silent as he listened to Ron tell a story about Neville in charms class. The soft breaths across his chest told Ron that Draco had fallen asleep. He continued to play with Draco's hair until he joined his love. The next morning Draco stretched as he did every day, trying to sit up and twist his neck when he found he was sufficiently pinned to his bed.

Looking up at Ron's sleeping form he grinned and placed a kiss against Ron's chest. He checked his watch, though he knew by how light the room decided to be that it was daytime. Glancing back up at Ron he said, "Wake up, we stayed here all night."

Ron sucked in a breath as he shook off his sleep. Blinking down at Draco he smiled happily, brushed a kiss against Draco's forehead and greeted, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Draco returned. Smiling he nodded, "Yeah, good morning."

"It is, isn't?" Ron agreed before swooping in for a proper kiss. Draco smiled into the kiss in way of answering.

Ron had never been an early riser, except when he woke with Draco in his arms. The first time that had happened Draco had woken him up, but his body started to wake up first so his heart could have it's fill of watching the sleeping boy. Once Draco was out of his arms, Ron used to curse the dawn. It was just a reminder that his soul-mate was not in his arms. He'd hold pillows tighter, willing them to be Draco. He'd hold Simon and Josh closer, willing them to be Draco. Pillows would be missing the scent. Simon and Josh were the wrong scent. It never worked.

The morning after the Fifth Anniversary, Ron started to rise earlier then he usually did without an alarm clock. He tightened his hold around the body beside him, and he took in a deep breath. His eyes shot open when he got proof that he had not dreamed the events of the last night. He nuzzled into the blond hair, drawing in another sniff of the scent he'd longed for, for so long. He pressed a kiss against the soft neck, now littered with his marks since he'd not been able to stop tasting it the night before.

Slowly he dragged his arm out from beneath Draco's pillow, shifting so that he could really look at his sleeping lover. He remembered all of the things that Draco had whispered in the middle of the night. Draco had woke up with a gasp, and it had pulled Ron from his dreams. He'd waited for a sign that Draco wanted him awake, and when he got the one that told him he wanted Ron still asleep Ron faked it. Then he listened to the long confession. He could have been Draco's friend if he hadn't thought the Malfoy's were a laughable bunch as his father had always made it sound like. Lucius was a jackass, but Draco was not his father. It was the last part that stuck with him the most. A life, children, his last name, chasing and achieving dreams. He stared down at his sleeping lover, blond eyelashes resting against high-boned cheeks, pale pink lips curved in a soft smile. He touched his forehead to Draco's temple as he whispered, "I want to give you everything you need. You are my dream, Draco one day soon Weasley."

Draco hummed sleepily before he blinked his eyes open. His long lashes fluttering as he woke. Ron watched them entranced until the silver eyes locked on him. Ron moved back a bit, just enough that Draco could roll onto his back and Ron could hover above him. He brushed a kiss against Draco's forehead and Draco sighed contentedly at the touch. Ron pulled back so he could look at his now awake lover, drinking in the sight he'd been deprived of. Draco allowed him, since he was in just as much need to take in the contours of Ron's face as Ron was for his own.

Draco reached up to scratch his fingers through Ron's hair, and Ron leaned into the touch as he moaned in pleasure. Draco did it again, watching Ron's eyes close and his neck twist as he shuddered at the addiction. Ron looked back at him, his blue eyes soft with their morning desire. Draco smiled, "I love that face."

"My face," Ron smirked.

Draco lightly smacked his arm, "Well yes, but the one you make when I do that."

"Want to know a secret," Ron asked conspiratorially. Draco nodded, and Ron leaned down so his breath ghosted over Draco's ear. "Only you've ever seen that face. The others never did it hard enough."

Draco gulped, "Good, then only I've ever left my mark."

Ron pressed his lips to one of the marks he'd left on Draco's neck and hummed against it. Draco shuddered under him. Ron whispered against the mark. "Need you again."

"Right here, right now," Draco asked huskily.

"Fuck," Ron groaned as he thrust against Draco's leg. "Everywhere, all the time."

"I'm yours," Draco declared, "Anytime, anywhere."

"Gods, do you know how beautiful you are," Ron wondered.

Draco's hands trailed down Ron's back, cupping around his ass and pulled their bodies together. Ron's face cradled in Draco's neck, Draco could easily whisper in his neck, "Don't tell, show."

Ron grabbed his wand from the night stand, tapped it against Draco's hip as he uttered the same spell from the night before before slowly teasing Draco open. Draco's moans and whimpers filled the room as Ron lavished Draco's neck and teased Draco's body with his free hand. Draco withered under his touch. Not long after Ron had entered a third finger he begged, "Please, Weasel, please."

"Tell me," Ron demanded.

"Need you inside me," Draco whimpered. Ron was quick about stopping his teasing, though his slow pace from the night before returning was just as much of a sweet torture.

"Gods," Draco said as he rolled into Ron's arms, nuzzling into his chest. "How did I possibly think I could survive without that?"

"That was all I was doing," Ron said as he kissed Draco's forehead, "Surviving. I couldn't actually live, thrive like the rest of my family if I didn't have you in my arms." He tipped Draco's face up to look at him. He gave in and brushed a kiss against Draco's forehead, getting another of those happy sighs before he continued, "I want it all you know. Those things you talked about last night, the life, the kids, the name. I want to get to know you again, but in time, and it's going to be even shorter than Fred and Hermione, I'm going to ask you a question."

"And I'm going to say yes," Draco promised as he interrupted. He looked over Ron's shoulder as a light blush lit his cheeks. Ron raised his brow, Draco never blushed expect on a few occasions. Once, when Ron pointed out just how...demanding Draco could get in the bedroom. He nudged his forehead against Draco's, encouraging him to tell Ron what he was thinking. Draco gulped, "A few years ago," Draco licked his lips, "I had a dream. You woke me up in our bed." Ron bounced his brow. Draco laughed, "Yeah, that's what you had planned." Ron smirked. "Anyways, we were interrupted." Ron frowned. "By our kids." Ron smiled. Draco bit his lips again, "The little boy's name was Thuban." Ron nodded. "The little girl was Juliet."

Ron's smile grew as he rolled them over and hungrily kissed Draco, "I'm Romeo."

"Fuck that," Draco said as he tried to squirm away, "I'm Romeo."

Ron shook his head, "No, I'm Romeo."

"We're both dudes," Draco sighed, "This is pointless."

Ron nodded as he rolled back over, laying side by side with Draco. In a whisper he finished, "I'm Romeo."

Draco rolled and smacked Ron's chest, earning a laugh that he quickly joined. Ron grabbed he hand that Draco had left on his chest and pulled his lover on top of him. Draco leaned down for the kiss Ron so clearly wanted, and Ron deepened it. Pulling away Ron murmured against his lips, "I'm never spending another night away from you."

"Good," Draco agreed, "Because I never want to spend another night away from you."

"Tell me about the bookshop," Ron prompted.

Draco shrugged, "It's a bookshop, but I'm kind of in love with my job." Ron smiled. "I don't know. I've always liked to read, it was an escape from the real world, you know. When the customers come in looking for a book, it's like I'm helping them find their own escape from reality. The finances are fun too. I guess growing up around money, learning from an early age how to manage it, paid off." Ron smirked. "Pun, not intended. What do you want to know?"

Ron looked at the wall for a second, "Um, well, Josh and I were together for nine months. He moved in, and I don't know."

"I have a flat above my shop." Draco told him, frowning a little at the idea of that boy having lived with his Weasel.

Ron nodded, "Cool, mind if I move in?"

"I wouldn't care if you were living by yourself, I love my flat and you're going to live with me." Draco answered. Ron noticed the frown and tried to kiss it away. Draco pulled back and rolled off of him. "Really, what the hell did you see in him?"

"Nothing," Ron answered rolling over to look at Draco. Draco shook his head and stood up. "Baby," Ron said as he got off the bed and moved towards Draco. "Nothing, he meant nothing. Simon and he were distractions that didn't work."

"And McMillan?" Draco asked, raising his brow.

Ron's jaw dropped in shock, "Um, how did you, how did you know about Ernie?"

"Rosemeritta told me," Draco explained. He shook his head. "I shouldn't be getting upset about this. I'm the one that left. I left so you could find someone else. I just, damnit Ron, I've been with no one. I've not gone on dates. I've been yours since we declared it in our Fifth Year."

"I know, Baby," Ron said as he went to wrap his arms around Draco. Draco accepted it, but didn't hold him back. Ron pressed as kiss into his hair, "I just, I don't know. Everybody acted like, I don't know. I wanted you, I just want you. I was so damn lonely though."

"Lonely," Draco pulled away. "You don't think I was lonely?"

Ron hung his head, "This is my fault, I should have been smart enough to tell you Ottery St. Catchpole."

"Huh," Draco questioned.
"The city the Burrow is near. Ottery St. Catchpole." Ron explained. "I told you to run to the Burrow, but I forgot the wards don't let people in that haven't been invited."

"Still," Draco asked.

"Yeah," Ron nodded, "I'm an auror, and there's still a few Death Eaters out there. Your aunt to name one." Draco looked at Ron with fear as he raced back into his arms. Ron wrapped his arms around the shaking boy as Draco shook his head.

"My father," Draco whispered.

"I got him, him, your mother, and Blaise on the night of the war. They're locked up." Ron promised.

"But Bella's crazy." Draco reminded. "Ron, I don't care about what you've done over the last five years, you have to..."

"Baby," Ron tipped Draco's head up so they were looking at each other, "Forgive me, don't brush this under the rug. Forgive me, and let me prove that all I want is you, all of you, forever. You don't have to ask me to get Bella, I've been tracking her for years and I will catch her. She'll never get to you. That I promise."