Nov.02: Wow! Haven't been here in some time!
Ron: I know! But you're working on all the projects you procrastinated on!
Nov.02: Blah! I gots to take Business Law first block! Ewwww! I'm so not going to like it! I wanted to take Creative Writing so I could continue to write but it's only during 2nd block so..I'm stuck w/ taking B. Law!
Draco: But you'll need it so you'll know the ways of the world.
Nov.02: Shut it Blondie! I want to either act, write or be a psychiatrist...nothing says law-learning...sigh..oh well.
Harry: Cheer up! You have Anne Rice to comfort you and Queen of the Damned the Movie with you.
Nov.02: I'd be happy if the lovely Anne Rice would allow fanfic. I could write sooooooo much about Armand, Marius, Lestat and Louis.oh well.
Draco: Thank you ~*Sheena*~ She loves you mucho!
THNX ~*Draco's Worst Nightmare*~ You give out wonderful advice! I hope you took notes...
Ron & Nov.02: Who me?
Draco: *sigh* Thanks ~*sexyassron*~ It seems Ms. Nov.02 has listen and has finally continued!
And Thank you ~*Suzanne3*~ I'm sorry about the name thing but 3 can be wonderful! It could mean us three lovely magical men or a certain sexual-
Nov.02: Interrupting! Geez..dirty bird! NE-who..I hope you all love this chappie! Special thanks to Aloh Dark! My wonderful beta who reads and advises and talks with me! *huggles*
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Chpt 3
Draco tried to quietly enter but to no avail; he knocked over a vase.
"What the bloody hell was that doing there?" He grouchily fixed it. He walked through the foyer and saw his husband sitting in the living room, a lamp casting its light over him and his work that was spread over his lap, the coffee table and floor.
Ron was diligently poring over his findings, hoping that Draco would prepare his speech for him since he didn't want to present notes and doodles. Because of his magical abilities, he was able to take apart cancer cells, study their genetic make-up and their life span to discover that there might be some hope to discovering some type of treatment to stop cancer of all types.
Draco wanted to be snuggled under Ron, after that guy he met back at the bar....he just wanted to be with his husband to remind himself that Ron was still here. So, Draco took off his shoes and glasses, which he set on the small table at the doorway, and sat next to Ron. He let his eyes wonder around the room, awaiting Ron's response. There was not one.
Hastily the blonde man drew his legs onto the couch, twined his arms around Ron's right and laid his head on his shoulder. Still no response. So naturally, Draco moved the folder off of Ron's lap and practically sat on him.
"Oh, hi honey. Could you do me a favor and concoct a speech for me from this?"
Draco got up, astounded by Ron and his cruelties, and headed upstairs.
"Fancy Face! I was just kidding." Called Ron, bounding up the stairs. He forgot how sensitive Draco could be.
He turned the corner and entered the master bedroom, finding his husband stripping down to his boxers and jumping into bed.
"I was just joking. How was the press conference?"
"I don't want to hear that now. It's too late. Now get into bed and go to sleep."
"Fine," mumbled the redhead, complying with his husband's demand and slid between the sheets. "'Night." He gave the sitting man and quick peck on the cheek, turned off his lamp and prepared to sleep.
A few moments passed by and Draco was getting more and more agitated. "I thought we agreed to never go to bed angry."
"I'm not the one angry dear." Ron smirked.
"I am."
"So, what to you want to do?"
"Nothing."
"Well, then, goodnight."
"Ron, let's go for a walk."
"Do you want to?"
"No."
Ron sighed. He also forgot how difficult the love of his life could be. "Draco," he turned over so he could see this so-called-love, "do you want to go for a walk?"
"Whatever for?"
"So we can get whatever you're upset about out in the open."
"Fine!" The simmering man got up and out of bed, taking the comforter with him. Ron followed. He could've predicted something like this was going to happen. He threw on a jacket and pajama bottoms.
"Let's go."
They headed back downstairs and through the door, Draco cocooned in the blue comforter, his face and a few sprigs of blonde was the only thing that was noticeable from the navy blue.
Ron opened the door, letting Draco go first. The two walked down the street, night creatures chirping, stars twinkling above and the night air sweet with the promise of a comfortable summer.
"So...how was your conference?"
"Peachy."
"That's good, right?"
"Ron, be quiet for a moment, please."
"Okay," he complied, not wanting the blonde to get anymore upset than he already was.
~He is most definitely the woman in the relationship~ Ron thought amusingly.
"Don't you dare leave here." Sighed Draco. "I don't want you to leave me again. You just got back a month ago. I really missed you then and I'm going to miss you now. So don't leave me!"
Staring at the man wrapped up in the bedding made Ron think about when they were younger. Draco looked so young....well he was young. He was twenty-two after all but younger than now. So wide-eyed and evil and all his.
"Oh, love. Is that why you've been acting all moody at times and always wanting to be near me? Though that shouldn't be the only reason why."
"It's not. I just wanted to see if I could get you to stay, seeing as how you did the same thing with me. I just don't want you to go. Our anniversary is in three days. You're leaving in two. As soon as I see you shipped off, it'll be anniversary time and I wanted it to be so special." He pouted, pulling the comforter closer to him.
"Honey, if I could have prevented it, then I would have but I can't. I'm sorry. Really." Ron leaned in to give Draco a chaste kiss on the lips but the boy moved back, out of his way.
"Draco."
"I'm sorry too. You're a really bad husband." The blonde man moped, tears escaping his eyes. Now, he knew who the woman was in the relationship.
"Fancy Face. I didn't forget about it. They called me, so I accepted. I just realized, like a month ago, that after all the rescheduling this seminar undertook, it was on our anniversary." It hurt, more like pained Ron to see Draco upset. He cupped the side of his husband's gentle face and wiped the tears away with the pads of his thumb. "I am not a bad husband. I'm just trying to provide for us."
"I do that too. Kind of...but you're still a bad husband."
"How?"
"You're leaving me. I wanted to go do something great."
"Like?"
"Go to Ireland. Didn't you say you always wanted to visit you're Great Aunt Bidelia? I don't know. Maybe go see a play and eat somewhere where you have to put on your best to even be let into the doors. I guess I wanted to visit the countryside....I just wanted to be with you." By this time, they had stopped walking. In fact, they were no less than a block away from their house.
"We can still do that. We can celebrate it early. Tomorrow....I promise."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"But it's not our anniversary."
"Draco, you can't get everything you want."
"I know! Now, I'm going to sleep!" Draco ran, actually waddled seeing as how he didn't want to rip the fabric of the comfy bedding, back inside.
"Why do I even bother?"
*~*~*
*Ding-Dong*
The morning had come and gone, now the afternoon sun shone through their window. Draco, in a T-shirt and boxers, had his head nestled between the mattress and Ron's shoulder.
*Ding-Dong*
"Get it," he groaned, a fluffy pillow pressed against his ears. "Hold on. This seems oddly familiar."
"It does, doesn't it?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, while you're figuring it out, go answer the door." Ron rolled over so that he was on his stomach. "Go." He mumbled.
"You are such the bad husband!"
Too late. Ron was gone. ~Lucky bastard. Hey! That was déjà vu. Cool~
Draco, miraculously, made it down the stairs to the door. "I'm coming." Draco groggily opened the door to see a man in a delivery uniform, carrying a huge box.
"Are you Mr. Draco Weasley?"
"Yes,"
"Sign here, please."
Draco complied, receiving the box. "Thank you." He shut the door with his foot and made haste to find a table to set it on and open.
After entering the den, he plopped down on the floor, ripped at the tape, which he later discovered was not necessary and pulled the box off. One dozen white roses and lilies were in a beautifully simple crystal vase. These were the flowers at their wedding. A small card was perched dainty inside the bloom.
Delicately Draco took the card and read it:
-Happy Anniversary, Fancy Face. I know that this isn't the way you wanted to celebrate our day of union but this is the best I can give you though you deserve much more.
Ron-
"Oh my word." Sighed the now alert man. He raced up the stairs, entering their bedroom rather noisily.
He, then, lunged onto his husband, efficiently awakening him. He covered the slumberous man with wet, sloppy kisses. "I love you! You have now redeemed yourself! You're the greatest."
"Huh...oh the flowers. You're welcome."
"Don't be so nonchalant about it. When did you do this?"
"When I found out I was leaving."
"You are so sweet." Draco remained straddled on top of the man. "So, what are we going to do on this day of our early anniversary?"
"I dunno. What do you have planned?"
"I have no clue."
"Go get ready and then I'll give you one."
Draco looked down at Ron, a smile tugging at his lips. He went into the direction of the bathroom. "What? Not going to join me?"
Ron: I know! But you're working on all the projects you procrastinated on!
Nov.02: Blah! I gots to take Business Law first block! Ewwww! I'm so not going to like it! I wanted to take Creative Writing so I could continue to write but it's only during 2nd block so..I'm stuck w/ taking B. Law!
Draco: But you'll need it so you'll know the ways of the world.
Nov.02: Shut it Blondie! I want to either act, write or be a psychiatrist...nothing says law-learning...sigh..oh well.
Harry: Cheer up! You have Anne Rice to comfort you and Queen of the Damned the Movie with you.
Nov.02: I'd be happy if the lovely Anne Rice would allow fanfic. I could write sooooooo much about Armand, Marius, Lestat and Louis.oh well.
Draco: Thank you ~*Sheena*~ She loves you mucho!
THNX ~*Draco's Worst Nightmare*~ You give out wonderful advice! I hope you took notes...
Ron & Nov.02: Who me?
Draco: *sigh* Thanks ~*sexyassron*~ It seems Ms. Nov.02 has listen and has finally continued!
And Thank you ~*Suzanne3*~ I'm sorry about the name thing but 3 can be wonderful! It could mean us three lovely magical men or a certain sexual-
Nov.02: Interrupting! Geez..dirty bird! NE-who..I hope you all love this chappie! Special thanks to Aloh Dark! My wonderful beta who reads and advises and talks with me! *huggles*
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Chpt 3
Draco tried to quietly enter but to no avail; he knocked over a vase.
"What the bloody hell was that doing there?" He grouchily fixed it. He walked through the foyer and saw his husband sitting in the living room, a lamp casting its light over him and his work that was spread over his lap, the coffee table and floor.
Ron was diligently poring over his findings, hoping that Draco would prepare his speech for him since he didn't want to present notes and doodles. Because of his magical abilities, he was able to take apart cancer cells, study their genetic make-up and their life span to discover that there might be some hope to discovering some type of treatment to stop cancer of all types.
Draco wanted to be snuggled under Ron, after that guy he met back at the bar....he just wanted to be with his husband to remind himself that Ron was still here. So, Draco took off his shoes and glasses, which he set on the small table at the doorway, and sat next to Ron. He let his eyes wonder around the room, awaiting Ron's response. There was not one.
Hastily the blonde man drew his legs onto the couch, twined his arms around Ron's right and laid his head on his shoulder. Still no response. So naturally, Draco moved the folder off of Ron's lap and practically sat on him.
"Oh, hi honey. Could you do me a favor and concoct a speech for me from this?"
Draco got up, astounded by Ron and his cruelties, and headed upstairs.
"Fancy Face! I was just kidding." Called Ron, bounding up the stairs. He forgot how sensitive Draco could be.
He turned the corner and entered the master bedroom, finding his husband stripping down to his boxers and jumping into bed.
"I was just joking. How was the press conference?"
"I don't want to hear that now. It's too late. Now get into bed and go to sleep."
"Fine," mumbled the redhead, complying with his husband's demand and slid between the sheets. "'Night." He gave the sitting man and quick peck on the cheek, turned off his lamp and prepared to sleep.
A few moments passed by and Draco was getting more and more agitated. "I thought we agreed to never go to bed angry."
"I'm not the one angry dear." Ron smirked.
"I am."
"So, what to you want to do?"
"Nothing."
"Well, then, goodnight."
"Ron, let's go for a walk."
"Do you want to?"
"No."
Ron sighed. He also forgot how difficult the love of his life could be. "Draco," he turned over so he could see this so-called-love, "do you want to go for a walk?"
"Whatever for?"
"So we can get whatever you're upset about out in the open."
"Fine!" The simmering man got up and out of bed, taking the comforter with him. Ron followed. He could've predicted something like this was going to happen. He threw on a jacket and pajama bottoms.
"Let's go."
They headed back downstairs and through the door, Draco cocooned in the blue comforter, his face and a few sprigs of blonde was the only thing that was noticeable from the navy blue.
Ron opened the door, letting Draco go first. The two walked down the street, night creatures chirping, stars twinkling above and the night air sweet with the promise of a comfortable summer.
"So...how was your conference?"
"Peachy."
"That's good, right?"
"Ron, be quiet for a moment, please."
"Okay," he complied, not wanting the blonde to get anymore upset than he already was.
~He is most definitely the woman in the relationship~ Ron thought amusingly.
"Don't you dare leave here." Sighed Draco. "I don't want you to leave me again. You just got back a month ago. I really missed you then and I'm going to miss you now. So don't leave me!"
Staring at the man wrapped up in the bedding made Ron think about when they were younger. Draco looked so young....well he was young. He was twenty-two after all but younger than now. So wide-eyed and evil and all his.
"Oh, love. Is that why you've been acting all moody at times and always wanting to be near me? Though that shouldn't be the only reason why."
"It's not. I just wanted to see if I could get you to stay, seeing as how you did the same thing with me. I just don't want you to go. Our anniversary is in three days. You're leaving in two. As soon as I see you shipped off, it'll be anniversary time and I wanted it to be so special." He pouted, pulling the comforter closer to him.
"Honey, if I could have prevented it, then I would have but I can't. I'm sorry. Really." Ron leaned in to give Draco a chaste kiss on the lips but the boy moved back, out of his way.
"Draco."
"I'm sorry too. You're a really bad husband." The blonde man moped, tears escaping his eyes. Now, he knew who the woman was in the relationship.
"Fancy Face. I didn't forget about it. They called me, so I accepted. I just realized, like a month ago, that after all the rescheduling this seminar undertook, it was on our anniversary." It hurt, more like pained Ron to see Draco upset. He cupped the side of his husband's gentle face and wiped the tears away with the pads of his thumb. "I am not a bad husband. I'm just trying to provide for us."
"I do that too. Kind of...but you're still a bad husband."
"How?"
"You're leaving me. I wanted to go do something great."
"Like?"
"Go to Ireland. Didn't you say you always wanted to visit you're Great Aunt Bidelia? I don't know. Maybe go see a play and eat somewhere where you have to put on your best to even be let into the doors. I guess I wanted to visit the countryside....I just wanted to be with you." By this time, they had stopped walking. In fact, they were no less than a block away from their house.
"We can still do that. We can celebrate it early. Tomorrow....I promise."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"But it's not our anniversary."
"Draco, you can't get everything you want."
"I know! Now, I'm going to sleep!" Draco ran, actually waddled seeing as how he didn't want to rip the fabric of the comfy bedding, back inside.
"Why do I even bother?"
*~*~*
*Ding-Dong*
The morning had come and gone, now the afternoon sun shone through their window. Draco, in a T-shirt and boxers, had his head nestled between the mattress and Ron's shoulder.
*Ding-Dong*
"Get it," he groaned, a fluffy pillow pressed against his ears. "Hold on. This seems oddly familiar."
"It does, doesn't it?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, while you're figuring it out, go answer the door." Ron rolled over so that he was on his stomach. "Go." He mumbled.
"You are such the bad husband!"
Too late. Ron was gone. ~Lucky bastard. Hey! That was déjà vu. Cool~
Draco, miraculously, made it down the stairs to the door. "I'm coming." Draco groggily opened the door to see a man in a delivery uniform, carrying a huge box.
"Are you Mr. Draco Weasley?"
"Yes,"
"Sign here, please."
Draco complied, receiving the box. "Thank you." He shut the door with his foot and made haste to find a table to set it on and open.
After entering the den, he plopped down on the floor, ripped at the tape, which he later discovered was not necessary and pulled the box off. One dozen white roses and lilies were in a beautifully simple crystal vase. These were the flowers at their wedding. A small card was perched dainty inside the bloom.
Delicately Draco took the card and read it:
-Happy Anniversary, Fancy Face. I know that this isn't the way you wanted to celebrate our day of union but this is the best I can give you though you deserve much more.
Ron-
"Oh my word." Sighed the now alert man. He raced up the stairs, entering their bedroom rather noisily.
He, then, lunged onto his husband, efficiently awakening him. He covered the slumberous man with wet, sloppy kisses. "I love you! You have now redeemed yourself! You're the greatest."
"Huh...oh the flowers. You're welcome."
"Don't be so nonchalant about it. When did you do this?"
"When I found out I was leaving."
"You are so sweet." Draco remained straddled on top of the man. "So, what are we going to do on this day of our early anniversary?"
"I dunno. What do you have planned?"
"I have no clue."
"Go get ready and then I'll give you one."
Draco looked down at Ron, a smile tugging at his lips. He went into the direction of the bathroom. "What? Not going to join me?"