Title: Vivica, Chapter Twenty
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Notes: You people, everywhere, are weird. I have half of my reviews complaining about not enough sex. And half complaining about me breaking the R barrier. And I claim, I did not break it, for it follows quite well with the sex scene from the first Terminator, which was rated R. woot.
Sub-Notes: This is the last chapter. whimper
Chapter Twenty
Ron watched as Draco was surrounded by people with red hair. The blonde looked like he wanted to run off at any moment. Ron knew what they were doing to him and he couldn't help but chuckle. Draco's eyes were flashing with agitation, and Ron knew that he was holding back his Veela side.
It was a surprise when Ron's mother insisted on Draco visiting for the summer. So, there they were. Stuck together for three weeks of visitation, both too scared to touch each other. Ron did not want to face the wrath of his mother if she caught them having fun. Ron's family was shockingly happy to see Draco. He suspected it was because deep down they were laughing their arse's off about how Ron managed to fall in love with his arch nemeses.
"You have the worst luck." Fred's voice broke through his musings. Ron frowned at his laughing brothers.
"That you do, mate." George agreed. "Imagine, being mated to a Malfoy!"
"So, tell me dear brother," Fred grinned wickedly, "Are you in charge, or does the tiny thing over there dominate?"
"I refuse to have this conversation with you." Ron literally growled. It was hard not to yell obscenities to his brothers, but Ron had just gotten back on the good side of his family. No point in destroying an already weak connection.
"Leave him alone." Ginny ordered, shoving Fred to the side so she could stand next to Ron.
"I'm suspecting Malfoy as the dominant one, Fred." George grinned. "Ron has to rely on his little sister to defend his honor."
"Why don't you both bugger off?" Ron suggested.
"Sorry, mate." Fred winked.
"We don't swing that way." George replied.
Ron narrowed his eyes, but the twins slinked away before he could snap at them. Grumbling under his breath, Ron returned to watching Draco being nearly attacked by the rest of his family.
"I think they like him." Ginny commented as Ron's mother once again hugged the blonde. "Seems Dad's the only one to be annoyed by Draco's appearance."
"That's just because of his hatred of Draco's father." Ron told her.
"Told you he was gay." Was all Ginny said.
"Suppose we should contact Dumbledore and let him know we have someone to replace Trelawney if your that psychic." Ron teased.
"Shut up." Ginny smirked. "So... Are you the submissive one?"
"Why does everyone keep asking that?" Ron asked. Ginny laughed.
"Because it's Malfoy." Ginny replied, as though that really answered his question. "You gotta admit, Ron, he's a possessive little thing. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't bring out the whips and chains." Ron immediately began to blush heavily. "Oh, wow, he did!"
"No!" Ron glared. "He did not. And I am not having this conversation with my little sister. Why don't you go bug someone else? Charlie's here, go bother him."
"But Charlie doesn't blush like you do." Ginny whined.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you would leave my mate alone, girl." A cold voice said. Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes in unison before turning around to a smirking Draco. Sighing, Ron walked over and grabbed his arm. Draco narrowed his eyes, but did not argue as Ron led him outside to the garden.
"How are you enjoying your stay?" Ron asked.
"Your family is bloody annoying, Ron." Draco said snidely. "Your mother seems to be under the impression that I'm being starved at home. She's already forced me to eat three servings at breakfast. And then she asked me in that polite, yet ordering, tone she has whether I'd like to help her clean dishes. A Malfoy, cleaning!"
"You love it."
"In a matter of speaking." Draco replied, before returning to whining. "When are we going to get to have sex?"
"What? Here?" Ron choked.
"Well, I suppose we could... Though I'm not sure how I feel about getting dirty." Draco mused, before slinking closer to Ron. "Or we could sneak up to that horrid place you call your room and I could prove what everyone in your family is claiming."
"Which is?"
"Your submissive." Draco said simply.
"I am not!" Ron flushed. "If I remember correctly it was you begging me to stick it in-"
"Tsk. Such language." Draco interrupted. "Don't talk about our sex life in such a degrading tone, Ron. Besides, I'm the one who marked and claimed you. That makes me the one in charge."
"Your so full of it." Ron snorted.
"Veela are matriarchs, Weasley." Draco frowned, picking idly at Ron's collar. "Though, I suppose you could be considered a girl from a certain distance."
"I really should be offended by that." Ron told him.
"Why aren't you wearing those robes I bought you?" Draco suddenly asked. Ron had only worn the new robes once since they got together, and that was to a Hogsmeade trip. The redhead had fidgeted with them the whole time, as though afraid to get them dirty. It was the last time Draco would get to see him in them in the next few months. He had hoped, now that school was over for the summer, Ron would wear them.
"I can't." Ron said softly. "Not in front of my brothers."
"Better get used to the best, Ron." Draco told him honestly. "You better wear them when you visit my family later in the summer."
"Visit your family?" Ron repeated. "I have to visit your family?"
"Mother wants to get to know you." Draco explained. "Only for a couple of weeks. Then I'll let you come back here so you can spend time with Potter and Hermione."
"What about..."
"My father?" Draco sneered. "Don't worry about him. He's still moping about mother taking charge. It's amazing how much my mother hid her sarcastic wit and dominance in the past."
"It's nice to know here you get it." Ron grimaced. "And that I'm going to have two people like you down my throat."
"Nonsense. No one will touch you." Draco narrowed his eyes and developed a face that Ron saw frequently. The part-Veela was extremely protective of Ron, and it proved to be a small hindrance in the steady advancement of their relationship in the beginning. Ron couldn't handle being so crowded, and Draco despised anyone going near what was his. They eventually came to a muted understanding that Ron could in fact handle himself.
"So, can we have sex now?" Draco asked, his face relaxing.
"Your impossible." Ron said simply, before slipping his arm around Draco's waist. He looked down at the shorter teen, who returned the look with a raised eyebrow. Ron leaned forward and kissed him lightly, before smiling. "Your adorable sometimes, did you know?"
"Well, I am drop dead sexy." Draco said in complete modesty. "It's no wonder you crave my ass so much."
"For once I agree with you." Ron grinned.
"Well, look at the adorable couple. All cuddly and sharing sweet words?" Ron rolled his eyes and they turned to look at Fred and George. Both carried a broom and a wide grin.
"What do you two want?" Draco asked coldly.
"We wanted to stop you two before both your teeth rotted from the nastily sweet romance." George said honestly.
"Mount up, dear brother and mate." Fred winked.
"Time for a little quiditch." George told them.
"Let's just hope neither one of you is pregnant, because we won't go easy on you." Fred joked.
"Shut up." Ron snapped. "We'll be back in a minute with our brooms."
The couple entered the Burrow , still holding onto each other, and slowly made their way upstairs to Ron's room. "Hey, Ron?"
"What?"
"Do you..." Draco trailed off. The blonde pulled away and began shifting through his trunk.
"Do I what?" Ron asked, pulling his old broom out of his closet.
"Do you think that's possible?" Draco asked quietly, not looking up.
"What?"
"One of us getting pregnant." Draco replied.
"Uhh... Well..." Ron trailed off, frowning in thought. "It's a possibility, but you normally require potions and charms for it to happen. Why?"
"Nothing, just wondering." Draco smiled up at him.
"Come on, let's get down there and kick some twin ass." Ron grinned.
"Too bad your a terrible player." Draco said teasingly. "I suppose I'm going to have to talk them into letting me on their side."
Ron glared playfully as the blonde snickered and darted out of the room. Then a smile slipped onto Ron's face. This was going to be the biggest adventure yet, he suspected. Mated to Draco Malfoy. Ron shook his head, all thoughts of Draco's small smile and words of pregnancy flying out of his head. He was mated to his arch nemesis. It appeared to Ron that Harry wasn't the only one to attract trouble. Gripping his broom, Ron quickly made his way outside.
.The End.
End Notes: And thus the credits rolled, and with credits come music. So I now introduce to you the lyrics to the song that gave me this story's title. It screams Draco Malfoy for me, though I'm not sure why. (And I'm thinking possible mpreg sequel! Anyone?)
Vivica by Jack Off Jill
Oh Vivica I wish you well
I watch you burn in humid hell
No sleeping pills no old tattoos
will save you now
He'll never change he's just to vague,
he'll never say you're beautiful
Oh Vivica I wish you well I really do,
I really do
The apple falls far from the tree
she's rotten and so beautiful
I'd like to keep her here with me
and tell her that she's beautiful
She takes the pills to fall asleep
and dreams that she's invisible
Tormented dreams she stay awake
recalls when she was capable...
Oh Vivica I wish you
I watch you sit I watch you dwell
No crooked spine no torn up rag
will save you now
He'll never change he's not that brave
He'll never say you're beautiful
Oh Vivica I wish you well I really do,
I really do
The apple falls far from the tree
she's rotten and so beautiful
I'd like to keep her here with me
and tell her that she's beautiful
She takes the pills to fall asleep
and dreams that she's invisible
Tormented dreams she stay awake
recalls when she was capable...
Oh Vivica I wish you well
I'll sit right here I'll never tell
no tender scar no twist of fate
will save you now.
He'll never change, he's just not there
He'll never say you're beautiful
Oh Vivica I wish you well I really do,
I really do
The apple falls far from the tree
she's rotten and so beautiful
I'd like to keep her here with me
and tell her that she's beautiful
She takes the pills to fall asleep
and dreams that she's invisible
Tormented dreams she stay awake
recalls when she was capable...
She's empty and so beautiful
I'll keep her here with me