A/N: Helloooo everyone! Well here is Chapter 11! Sorry to keep you waiting! Still trying to decide where this is going. And almost one year in the making, Gods! Please Read and Review! Thank you! :D

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Ron stared at the text before him as if it were a cryptic alien message. His stomach churned and blood rushed to his head. A scream bubbled and became trapped in his throat as he recognized Draco's father's name included in the list of escaped convicts.

He felt a thousand spiders crawl up his spine. Draco only stared blankly off into space. Ron held the paper away from him as if he wanted nothing to do with the bloody thing.

Ron's breathing hitched considerably and he felt the need to run. He satisfied this need by pacing back and fourth rapidly. His mind was slowly ticking. Occasionally he choked on words that he would have shouted had he been capable. Minutes seemed like hours as he circled around, examining the article repeatedly. It had only happened four hours prior.

I can't process this, Ron wildly thought at Draco when he realized that he was not going to be able to speak. Ron was shaking. His eyes darted frantically around, searching for hidden enemies. What's going to happen?

When Draco looked up, his face was void of all emotion. His eyes were more distant and icy than Ron had ever seem them. His lack of reaction frightened Ron. It was eerie to see someone such as Draco, who was always so intense, completely void.

Ron realized quickly that Draco was frozen in fear and knew for certain it had never been Draco he had to fear. It had always been Voldemort and his Army of Death Eaters that would try control him they had to fear. Ron rushed to his side and fell to his knees.

I'll have to do it. Off the Wizard they want me to off.

Ron shook his head slowly and with frantic disbelief whispered a strangled, 'No...' He examined Draco's expression. He was serious. Ron threw the Daily Prophet to the floor. 'No!' he then growled out, grabbing both sides of Draco's face and forcing him to look directly into his eyes for a second time. They were dim and out of focus. They seemed to only barely register Ron's face.

His fear melted away, heart pounding in his chest. Adrenaline flooded his body. No longer in fear of invisible Death Eaters, but in fear for Draco's well being. He knew this feeling well. It was the feeling he had whenever Harry or Hermione had been in trouble. Willingness to be by the side of the people he loved. Except it was magnified a thousand times because he loved Draco as he had loved none other. He was devout.

'Draco look at me!' Ron commanded. Draco's eyes became a little clearer. Ron watched as he became somewhat attentive. He was relieved to see Draco had maintained some of his sanity.

'Ok.' he said, 'Listen. We're going to get you out of here.' He glanced out of the window as if he expected to see Draco's Father hovering outside. He shuddered and flicked his wand instinctively in the window's direction and it slammed shut. The music drifting up from the street ceased.

Draco blinked at him, a hint of bewilderment crossing his features. Thanks to being best friends with Harry Potter, Ron credited himself with having a very functional panic mode. After the initial shock. Ron was a Gryffindor, after all. Bravery and all that.

Ron stood, pulling a white t-shirt over his head. He grabbed a cerulean zip-up jumper (a colour he knew Draco favoured on him) from his trunk and quickly zipped it up before repositioning himself at Draco's side. 'Will they come looking for you?'

Draco face screwed up in detest as he nodded. They'll want to talk at me. He thought grimly, scowling outwardly.

Ron was never so relieved to see Draco scowl. 'Ok. Will they look for you in this town?'

Draco nodded.

'Is it safe to go back to the School?'

Draco shook his head. Ron saw an image of Snape flash through Draco's mind and he knew at that moment Snape was on Voldemort's side after all.

Slimy git. Ron thought in disgust. Draco half-smirked. 'Will he hold you until they come for you?'

'Yes.' Draco said solemnly, 'He's supposed to make sure that I do what I was appointed to do.'

Ron sighed happily, relieved Draco was regaining his verbal capabilities. 'Ok. We need a place to hide. Where they wont find you. '

Draco frowned and stood so that he and Ron were eye level. His heart fluttered as he saw Draco approach him, his eyes blazing. Ron knew he wanted to argue. To refuse to flee.

Draco foresaw their attempt at escape as a failure and instead uttered tonelessly, 'I'm scared.'

Ron furrowed his brows. If Draco was afraid, he knew that he should be very afraid. He knew that the danger they were in was very real. It would only take seconds for Lucious Malfoy to invade Draco's mind and learn everything. He would probably kill Ron almost immediately. Draco would be next after they were done with him.

I know, he thought back, hands becoming cold and clammy. I am too. But nothing is scarier than losing you.

Draco drew nearer and stood awkwardly before Ron, who pulled him into an embrace. He felt the warmth of Draco's body and inhaled his scent. Ron wanted to savour this moment. He knew they were going to be running for the next few hours and then for the next few days. They needed to get far away. Years of protecting Harry Potter made him an expert at getting away.

'Lets go to London.' Ron said, taking Draco by the sleeve of his black button down shirt and dragging him out of Suite Number Five without a backward glance. 'My brothers will let us stay with them for the night. Then we'll go stay will my other brother in Romania.'

Draco tugged his sleeve free and sprinted along side Ron. 'Then we'll go with my other brother in Egypt.'

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes, 'You Weasleys really are fucking everywhere.' Ron laughed as they reached the end of the corridor. 'Why are you doing this!?' Draco asked breathlessly.

Because I can. Ron thought smugly.

They rushed out of the Three Broomsticks. As they passed the bar, Harry was sitting with Ginny. She sent a deep glare his way as Harry called to them. A call Draco and Ron completely ignored. They had escaped the Three Broomsticks in seconds. They grabbed their brooms from the broom closet and set off, flying far away from the Castle and away from Hogsmeade without a backward glance. Draco flew very close to Ron, as if seeking protection.

'Don't worry.' Ron assured him. 'As long as we keep moving.'

Two hours later they were still enroute to London. The altitude at which they flew in order to remain hidden offered a below freezing temperature. It was pitch black other than the Waning moon. It was still huge and illuminating the night but it offered them no warmth.

'We should have doubled up.' Draco complained, shivvering.

Ron chuckled, teeth chattering harder as he did. 'Let's fly a little lower.' As they dipped down through the clouds into the warmer air, Ron was relieved to see that they were over the suburbs of London and had less than ten minutes flight before they were at the Leaky Cauldron.

'Are you sure your brothers wont mind?' Draco inquired hesitantly.

Ron snickered through chattering teeth and shook his head, 'They wont mind.'

Minutes later they were sneaking through the deserted Leaky Cauldron. 'Thank Merlin no one is in here...' Draco muttered into the silence.

Ron was also relieved. He knew that the more undetectable they became, the better for their mission.

'Silencio!' Ron whispered, waving his wand at the brick wall before tapping it. The silent bricks were more than a little obscure. Draco leaned over and bit his shoulder, 'Never thought of how fuckin' noisy they are. Good thinking, Weasley.'

Ron offered him a sideways glance, allowing a slight smile, 'Call me Ron.'

A half hour later they were arguing outside Fred and George's shop, which was located on Diagon Alley. Ron eyed a enormous red rope strung the outside of the shop with suspicion. It was long and thick and had a golden tassle on the end.

'It's obiously a door bell.' Draco sniffed impatiently, he peered down the Alley over his shoulder.

'You don't know my brothers.' Ron insisted. Draco rolled his eyes and reached for the rope. Ron lunged for him, seizing his arm and dragging him away from it.

'For fuck sakes.' Draco hissed, straightening his shirt once he was released. 'It's just a fuckin door bell! Let's just ring it already!'

Ron sighed warily, 'Listen, Draco. If only you knew my brothers. Do not pull that rope. It's a trap.'

Draco leered at him, 'We need to get inside somewhere. Now.' Ron noticed that Draco was trembling. His eyes continuously darted about as if he were searching anxiously. Ron peered at him, stepping closer. 'What's here?' he whispered. Draco raised an eyebrow slightly. 'Nothing.'

Ron had studied Draco with undying devotion every moment he could for a month. He knew Draco was hiding something. He could feel it. He always could. Ron decided he would try again. 'What's here? On Diagon Alley?' Ron felt the pressure on his forehead as he pushed into Draco's mind.

He felt several sparks prick and sting him. The pressure became hot and burned but Ron did not care, he pressed on anyway. He saw flashes of memories. Further down the Alley and down a long dark slope, with moss growing along the walls. Into a deeper, darker place.

He saw Borgin and Burkes and the chirping bird again. Contained in an identical cupboard within the dusty confines of the dingy shop. 'What the...' Ron whispered. The stinging sparks flared, causing him enough pain to break focus.

A Vanishing Cabinet. He thought as realization dawned on him. Voldemort really was a piece of work. Those had been used to escape the Dark Lord's raids during the last war. Now he was using one to his advantage. They stared at each other in silence for only seconds before Ron was pounding on the door and shouting. 'Oi! Fred! George! Let us in!' Draco rolled his eyes.

To Ron's surprise, George was at the door in seconds. Fully dressed in bright yellow robes as if it were the middle of the afternoon and not three in the morning. He beamed when he saw Ron standing there. 'Look who's escaped the Castle, Fred!' He cried into the darkness before opening the door.

'Hey, Georgie!' Ron grinned, 'Good to see you, too.'

George slapped his shoulder and pulled him inside, 'Hey look! You've brought your Slytherin friend! Hello, Slytherin friend!' George chanted happily. He waved a hand directly in front of Draco's face as he scurried inside. Ron could sense his relief.

At least we're not out in the open anymore. Ron heard Draco think. He, too, was relieved to be inside after freezing his ass off.

'Why didn't you ring the doorbell, mate! It's right there!' George cried, gesturing to the rope. Draco peered at Ron out of the corner of his eye and smirked.

Ron flushed and shrugged a shoulder. 'I thought it was a trap.'

George roared with laughter, 'Great! I love it when I fool someone completely by accident! Can't make the doorbell a trap, Ron! Think of the customers... I mean children.'

The door to the back room behind the shop opened and Ron could see Fred standing within, surrounded by pounds of cooked bacon. 'No need to wake the neighbor hood.' He was shouting. Ron could hear more bacon sizzling off in the distance. Seconds after his mind registered the sight, he was hit will a wall of the delicious scent. His mouth watered.

'Bacon flavored candy.' George explained, 'It's made from real Bacon!'

Fred turned and grinned at Ron, 'Hey, hey! Look who has escaped indeed! I think you're a good influence on him, Malfoy.' Draco shrugged a shoulder and tossed his hair, 'You can only imagine.'

Fred was wearing magenta oven mitts that clashed horribly with his mustard yellow robes and orange hair. Ron could hear Draco cringing within himself at the colour fail. Oh my fucking god. Ron heard him think. He snorted loudly and shook his head.

'Heeey Freddy! Can I have some bacon?' He crammed a handful in his mouth without an answer. ''Fis is dewishious 'vacon!'

Control yourself for Merlin's sake. Draco thought at him.

I'm starving. Ron thought back.

'Not every day our little brother comes 'round our new place for a visit, eh?' George said, setting four shot glasses on the counter top. 'Time for some alcohol! Unless you object, Draco?' With a snap of his fingers, they filled with a deep red liquid. It would've looked like blood had it not been perfectly clear.

'Hardly.' Draco smiled, seeming relieved to see a little booze and whipped the shot glass off of the counter. 'I've been needing a drink.' The sight of Draco's smile made Ron's heart thud in his chest.

I think I like your brothers. Draco thought fondly as he swallowed, smacking his lips and licking them clean.

I knew you three would get on. Ron smiled triumphantly.

Better than Potter.

When Ron drank his own shot, he was pleasantly surprised. He had expected the usual burn of liquor but this stuff was tasty. It was sugar sweet and delicious. It tasted like-

Cherries. Draco's thought completed his own. He too seemed impressed.

'Whoa, what is this stuff!?' Ron asked, beaming.

'A creation of our own device.' Fred announced, flipping the bacon by levitating it with his wand.

'It's alcohol!' George said, lifting his shot glass after it was refilled. He was gesturing around it with his hands as though in the middle of a Showcase. 'Without the alcohol taste! We noticed that the parents needed something to calm their nerves after a visit to our Shop. Why send them somewhere else?'

'I like it. It's good a good business premise.' Draco said, downing another. His face screwed up slightly and he blinked hard. 'This one's a little sweet.'

Fred flung the oven mitt off to snatch a pen from the counter. He scribbled upon one of the many sticky notes plastered all over the cupboard doors. 'Cherry: Too - sweet,' he recited aloud. As Ron drank his down he was once again delighted by the delicious flavor of the Cherry drink. 'I love it! How much for a bottle?'

George flung an arm around him. 'For you little brother... One hundred gallons.' He burst out into laughter. 'Joking. A free bottle.' He took a moment to think and said, 'After we've perfected it. Let's try the Lime!'

After two more shots, Draco was smirking again, 'I really like this one.' He told them honestly, 'There's nothing I don't like about the flavour.'

Fred once again dropped the bacon and scribbled on the cupboard, 'The Lime is good.'

Draco was licking his lips and eyeing the fluid fondly. 'Do you have any investors?' He inquired cunningly. Both his brothers began babbling at once.

So garish and carefree were Fred and George, Ron had forgotten the pressing issues at hand. Lucious was sure to come after Draco once he realized he was not at Hogwarts and no where to be found in Hogsmeade. The longer they sat, the worse it became for them. They were running out of time.

'George,' Ron said suddenly. He was overcome with an ominous feeling. They needed to put as much space between themselves and the Death Eaters as possible. 'That stuff is really good, by the way. I love it. It's my favorite of your inventions.'

Fred and George opened their mouths to speak, however Ron raised a hand. They froze and fell silent. For once he was able to communicate seriousness to Fred and George. Which was just ridiculous. Ron knew Draco brought out an eloquence that he did not possess without him and for Fred and George to notice was further confirmation.

Rather than closing their mouths like normal people, their jaws dangled in amazement. Draco eyed Ron, his expression difficult to read. Ron judged it as somewhere between pride and agitation.

'Ron... you've gotten yourself into a decent pile of shit! Without our help!' Fred whailed, 'I'm so proud of you!'

George beamed beside him, handing off a letter addressed to Charlie Weasley. A huge barn owl with great yellow eyes took the envelope between it's beak.

They stood at the top floor of their five story shop. Above their living quarters at the highest window. Which was located at the back wall of the small owlry that they were lucky enough to have.

'Oh, when they find out you're missing heads will roll!' George chimed in happily, holding a bag of Liquorice Snaps in one hand and a bottle of the Grape Alcohol in the other.

Ron rolled his eyes and leaned with crossed arms against the door frame of the owlry. 'This is not a laughing matter.' He frowned. 'Our lives are in jeopardy, here.'

Fred snorted, giving way to hysterical laughter as the owl swooped off. Ron thanked Merlin they weren't using Errol. 'Yes! That's it innit!? You're in BIG trouble!' George was holding the ledge of the window for support.

'Even greater than we ever had. All in one go, too.' Fred crossed the room and stuck his hand into the bag of Liquorice Snaps. He pulled out a handful and shoveled his mouth full with candy. He took the bottle from George's hand as well and washed it down with some candy alcohol. 'And the way you are in trouble...!'

...On the run for shagging the Prince of Darkness! His unspoken thought sent him into fits of laughter. As though Fred, too, had heard the thought, he burst out laughing.

'Oh god, it's too much.' Fred choked on his own laughter, holding his stomach as he bent forward. 'We just... Bravo.' George managed to breathe as he clapped his hands, 'You've outdone yourself!' Fred joined in on the applause by clapping his hands as well.

Your brothers lay it on thick, don't they? Draco thought at him slyly.

Ron sighed deeply, trying to ignore his brothers attempts at humiliating him in front of Draco. 'Thank you for contacting Charlie. You sure you don't mind us hiding out here? We can go somewhere else...' Ron was almost hopeful.

'Oh don't get us wrong -' Fred began, returning to the window. After he assured himself it was locked, he made his way to the door where Ron was standing. 'We wouldn't have you hide from escaped Death Eaters anywhere else.'

Ron turned his eyes to Draco. He was staring holes through the floor, arms folded. 'Thank you for your hospitality.' he said quietly.

'So... err... How did you two meet again?' George queried awkwardly.

'It's a long story.' Ron said, rubbing his temples. Telling the whole thing was going to take energy Ron, at the moment, simply did not possess. 'How about I tell you about it over more Bacon in the morning?' He suggested as they made their way down the hall.

'I expect nothing else.' Fred grinned. 'Well this is where your room is.' He opened the door to a spare room. It was simple enough. A double bed and a desk. There was a tiny window at the top corner of the room. It reminded Ron of the window in the corridor at Hogwarts. He let a relieved sigh escape him at the temporary reprieve.

'It's obviously perfect because of the window...' George began. Fred immediately picked up and finished his sentence, 'In case you need to make a get away.' They looked at each other and both immediately broke into laughter. The window wasn't even big enough for Hermione's cat to fit through. Ron laughed nervously, eyeing Draco and wondering if an immediate escape would at some point be necessary.

They wont look for us here. Not today. Draco assured him. Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

'Have a nice sleep!' The twins chortled sarcastically as George closed the door. Draco flicked his wand, uttering a silencing spell.

He smiled in Draco's direction. Ron could just make out his silhouette. He could sense his anxiety as he looked over his shoulder up at the tiny window, sizing it up as though he still feared intruders. Kidnappers. Death Eaters. Ron shuddered, his face falling as he approached his lover. He inhaled Draco's scent as he pulled him into an embrace with one arm.

We're going to find a way. He thought assuringly, stealing a kiss from soft, familiar lips. Draco fell into him, clutching Ron's jumper for support. Ron had never felt so needed by anyone. Not even Harry, who hardly really needed him at all. Warmth flooded his body and he only held Draco tighter.

'We don't have to do this.' Draco whispered, turning his gaze up to meet Ron's. From close range, he could see Draco's slate eyes. They had been sorrowful since they'd left Hogsmeade. 'You should hand me in. They wont kill me.' He added quickly. 'The Dark Lord needs me.'

Ron caressed Draco's flawless cheek, slightly disturbed by the other's last statement. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, flattening his frame against him. Draco whispered very close to his ear. 'You know that I am in love with you. I'll take the heat for it. If you turn me in, we can cut a deal. They'll let you go.'

'And I fell in love with you. So there is not a chance in hell that I am giving up or turning you in.' Ron whispered with severity, before capturing Draco's lips in a passionate kiss and nipping a plump lower lip. Draco parted his lips and slipped his tongue out to meet Ron's in response.

Ron moaned softly as their tongues met, wrapping his arms completely around Draco's athletic frame. I'm going to fight for this even if it does me in. The end.

Ron guided him over to the bed. Draco draped himself across it, gazing up at the Gryffindor with misty eyes. One arm extended over his head, causing his emerald shirt to lift, exposing his stomach.

Ron's mouth watered and he dove for the pearly flesh, tasting it ravishingly. He worked to undo the lower buttons first as he kissed his way up Draco's abdomen. Feels so good... Draco's voice said inside his head. Ron turned his eyes upward to see Draco watching him intently.

Ron crawled up to staddle Draco, hovering over the nape of his neck where he began to plant tender, comforting kisses. Draco shifted beneath him and moaned in desperation. He felt his cock stiffen at the sound of Draco as he surrendered himself.

He kissed the flesh along Draco's jaw as he twisted his fingers in fine platinum hair. Draco released a delighted sigh as he tipped his head to the side, displaying flawless porcelain skin. Ron marveled at it's perfection. Draco's tendons rippled beneath as he swallowed.

Ron shivered as he dropped his head to pepper Draco's skin again with kisses. He could feel Draco's cock jump beneath him and his own stiffened further in response. He mewled in Draco's ear when their cocks brushed against each other through their jeans.

'You're so hard,' chuckled Draco in amusement.

'I'm hard for you.' Ron whispered, licking along the shell of his ear. 'Course I'm extra hard.' He said as though this was a fact that should be common knowledge.

Draco quivered, grinding up against Ron as he did. Draco continued to thrust upward and entwined his fingers in Ron's mane of red curls. He wasn't going to surrender the dominant position tonight and resisted against the Slytherin, creating a slight pull on his scalp that he didn't all together mind.

Draco blinked in confusion, but allowed his hand to fall to his side. Ron intended to return to Draco everything that Draco had given him. Or at least he would try. 'You just... relax.' Ron smiled, brushing his lips across Draco's, who sighed and freed himself from tension.

Ron could feel Draco's hardened nipples through their shirts. He supported himself on his elbows as he worked to open the rest of the buttons, exposing the other's chest and releasing his heat. Ron moaned as he dropped down, kissing and suckling the hardened skin of the left nipple before moving on to capture the other's right between his lips.

He savored the taste of Draco's flesh before he made his way south, coaxing soft murmurs out of Draco who tilted his head back. 'Ron... I... You're...'

Ron smiled at his failed attempts to form sentences. 'Shh..' He whispered, hovering over Draco once more. 'I told you. Relax.' Draco huffed and quickly tugged the zipper of Ron's jumper down, 'I'm trying.'

He felt the other's fingers working to remove his sweater. Within seconds he was tossing it over the edge of the bed, leaving only Ron's thin, white t-shirt. Draco sighed, running his hands all over the Gryffindor's chest. 'You are so beautiful.' He managed to breathe out.

Ron kissed him on the mouth before moving down again, planting some additional kisses down his neck and chest. Until he reached the button of Draco's jeans. He hastily unfastened it and as he did, Ron felt a hand slip under his shirt, fumbling with the button on his own jeans.

Draco popped it open effortlessly. Ron laughed softly and stood, allowing his pants to fall to his ankles. He caught Draco eyeing his body hungrily.

Ron took in the sight of Draco, as well. He was just as hungry.

The Slytherin was laying on the bed in pieces, green shirt fully unbuttoned. Ron yanked Draco's trousers straight off of his legs in one swift motion and he yelped in surprise. He was wearing tight black boxers that hugged his body. The outline of his cock bulged and demanded his attention. Ron groaned as he straddled Draco once more, crushing their lips together.

His own member throbbed wantingly as the length of Draco's cock rubbed along his. There were much fewer layers between them and it left nothing to the imagination. Ron could feel the head of Draco's cock as it passed over his and he choked back a moan. Waves of pleasure had begun to flutter through him and build. 'Ron..!' Draco moaned breathlessly. His voice sent shivers down Ron's spine. He felt the wetness of precum accumulate within his briefs.

Without warning, Ron slid down to the hem of Draco's boxers. He teased the flesh above it with his tongue and Draco's hips bucked up. Ron pulled the waistband down slowly until Draco's cock was released. It sprung up and remained erect. The tip was swollen and red and it smelled like Draco's soap. Ron grabbed the shaft, stroking his cock wantonly. As he stroked he watched, eyes absorbing the beautiful sight before him. He almost felt unworthy to suck Draco's immaculate cock.

Ron wrapped his lips around the head and flicked his tongue around edge. Draco squirmed as Ron greedily took more of his erection into his throat. He moaned around it and flicked his tongue, taste buds alive with the succulent taste of Draco's flesh. Draco moaned and gripped Ron's hair, pulling his head up and down.

Ron complied, allowing his head to drop up and down to any rhythm that Draco desired. I'll come soon... Ron heard Draco think and he released his cock reluctantly. Draco cried out in protest, thrusting upward. No... not yet...

Ron had not let go of Draco's cock. He was still stroking it slowly with his hand as he suckled one of his tight balls gently into his mouth. He tasted them ravishingly, flicking his tongue all over the flesh as they tightened into Draco's body. The erection in his hand jumped in excitement. Ron's tongue explored further. Lapping the flesh beyond Dracos balls. Hell, his tongue was practically grazing his opening.

Draco squealed and his hips jerked as Ron's tongue neared his opening. He smiled internally and allowed his tongue to sneak down further, until it really had flicked directly over Draco's tight, twitching star.

'What the fuuu-' He moaned as Ron's tongue probed deeper. He loved the way Draco was reacting to him. 'Ron- Fuck!'

Ron's tongue explored in slow circles before he pressed into the centre of the other's opening. Draco's back was arching and his hands balled into fists around the comforter. Ron pumped Draco's cock harder as his tongue invaded Draco's body and swirled around, tasting him hungrily. 'Stop!' Draco begged, and Ron knew by the sound of his voice it was because he was going to cum.

Ron did stop, abandoning his post and moving up to hover over Draco. He watched as Draco writhed beneath him. The residual pleasure tearing through him for seconds longer. Ron admired his work lovingly.

Dracos expression was priceless. His eyes were glazed and half shut as they focused on Ron. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth was hanging open, lips red and swollen. He was panting and Ron could only bask in Draco's glory.

'Are you ready for me?' The Gryffindor asked softly.

Draco nodded and silently reached down, pulling Ron's shorts out of the way. He breathed a sigh of relief as he was freed from the restraining article. Ron kissed him, positioning himself between Draco's muscular thighs, his head grazing the entrance. It was soaking wet with saliva.

'Please.' Draco begged, hand falling on Ron's ass.

Ron obliged, both moaning as he entered. In one stroke, Ron was half way in and he felt the weight of Draco's body wrap around his cock. At last, he was home. He stopped half way only because he knew it usually hurt Draco at first.

'Oh my god!' He hissed as he grabbed at the back of Ron's shoulders. Ron waited, reading Draco's expression intently. His brows were furrowed and he was gazing in shock into Ron's eyes. It's never felt so good...

Ron sighed in relief and claimed the other's lips. Kissing him passionately as he slid further inside until he was buried deep within Draco's body. His muscles fluttered constantly and Ron released a groan of ecstasy. 'My fucking Merlin, Draco!' he moaned as he was drawn inside further with every spasm.

It had never felt like this before, indeed. Draco was always so tight. Now his body not only accepted Ron's cock, but demanded it. Opening up and pulling him in until he was balls deep. Ron shuddered, attempting to calm himself. Draco's moans echoed his until the uncontrollable waves of pleasure subsided and they were able to begin moving.

Ron slid in and out slowly, feeling the heat grip him. It felt so good to be inside, he released satisfied groan. Draco had begun to squirm, matching Ron's slow thrusts exactly. He felt Draco's body engulf him and Ron tilted his head back, surrendering himself to the glorious heat. 'You're so hot inside...' he choked out, picking up the pace.

Draco's jaw remained slack. Ron watched in satisfaction. Draco had allowed himself to fall completely limp, giving up all control to the Gryffindor. He wrapped an arm behind Draco's back, pulling him into his chest so their bodies were pressed together.

Draco clasped the back of Ron's head as their pace quickened. His body accepted Ron's cock over and over as he writhed beneath him. Occasionally he cried out to Ron, confessing the pleasure he was in.

When Ron's thrusts had come to a sudden halt, Draco moaned in protest. Ron grinned and placed a kiss on his lover's lips. 'I want to take you from behind...' Draco returned the smile, allowing Ron to remove himself long enough for him to turn on to his hands and knees, his gorgeous ass on display.

He positioned himself outside, tracing the head of his cock around Draco's opening in slow circles. He watched as the other jerked back toward him. 'Please...' Draco whined turning his desperate eyes on Ron.

He watched as his cock penetrated the other's gaping entry. From this angle, he could see himself invading Draco's backside, who was moaning desperately. He thrust back, accepting Ron's throbbing member all at once.

Ron froze, expecting Draco to be in pain. He was astonished when heard Draco release a husky cry, 'Ohhh yeah!' Ron chuckled softly and resumed his motions, reaching around and clutching Draco's cock with his right hand. Draco released a delighted moan as Ron moved in and out of him, stroking his cock in time with the thrusts.

Ron could feel his cock bumping a small, spongy something within Draco. Whenever he did, Draco's cock jumped in his hand and he could hear the strained moans bubbling up from deep within him.

'Oh my god!' He breathed, hips bucking backward. He matched Ron's thrusts, muscles spasming wildly around the Gryffindor's cock. The sensation had Ron teetering on the edge of orgasm. He held it at bay until he heard Draco choke out in a shaking groan. 'I'm gunna cum...' Ron let his head fall back, burying his cock deep inside Draco at a much faster pace.

Draco's cock jerked and twitched, spilling a pearly white load all over Ron's hand and all over the sheets. At the same time, Ron could feel Draco's ass clenching his cock, which sent him into fits of pleasure that sent him into climax.

His orgasm rippled through him, reaching all the way out to his fingertips and toes. He moaned against Draco's ear, brushing his hair aside and kissing his temple before they collapsed beside each other.

'Ron...' Draco breathed, turning over to lay his head upon Ron's chest. 'I can't...' he began. Satisfied he had done a good job, Ron wrapped his arm around Draco and held him close to his body in a protective manner.

'Thank you.' Draco whispered finally. 'Don't mention it.' Ron smiled sleepily.

And they both fell unconscious out of passionate exhaustion.

A/N: For everyone out there with me, I would like to thank you! Bloody Slytherin! (The title when it was a one shot.) As crazy as it may sound, this is one of my greatest creations. It is written exactly to my own taste. Sorry about that. x.x Just have fun! And Read On!