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'Blimey!' Ron exclaimed, grinning. 'Look at them Charlie!'

Cooing merrily from a nest made of moss and mud were seven squirming infant dragons, still surrounded by the remnants of their shells. Pale green and speckled with tiny little scales, they crawled over and under each other in a wriggling bundle. Their glittering orange eyes were huge in contrast to their heads. They all stopped, one tiny head at a time popping up into the air at the sound of Charlie's approach. Tiny tails flicked excitedly back and forth at the sight of his brother. One cawed and flapped it's tiny arms.

Charlie had led him up an enormous cliff. Thick foliage caked the ridges. Echoes of dragons crying resounded throughout the Reserve. Until at its peak, Ron could only see the brownish lump that was the nest, perched precariously on the very edge of an impossibly slim outcropping of rock.

'They look just like Norbert did!' Ron exclaimed excitedly.

'That's because they are Norbert's.' Charlie beamed proudly. 'Norberta's, I should say.' He reached into the nest, stroking the spines of the baby dragon nearest to the top.

'Norberta?' Ron repeated in confusion.

'Don't tell me you've forgotten?' Charlie laughed as one little dragon spit up a few sparks. He didn't so much a flinch. 'Fourth year...? Remember?'

'Oh right!' He exclaimed with realization, 'I forgot that Norbert is a girl!' He scanned the horizon for Norberta. 'How is she?'

Charlie waved a hand dismissively. 'Ahh... she'll be fine.'

'Well, where is she, anyway? Shouldn't she be with her babies?' Charlie shrugged. 'Baby dragons fend for themselves. She'll recognize them when they're grown, though.' He tossed Ron a rake, 'Now help me shovel this dung.'

A month prior, he could never have predicted he would be this deep in dragon dung. Thanks to Draco. Who, because of his still mangled arm, opted out of the steep climb up the cliff. Ron didn't blame him. It turned out he was the one whose injuries were the most severe.

The matron they had on hand was loads better than Madame Pomfrey. Although on the tubby side, she was a kind witch with a moon face and shiny black hair. Her periodic visits had him almost fully healed in less than a day. Draco was still on the mend. Charlie had said his arm was nearly detached.

'Miracle you lived.' Charlie told him nervously as he scratched the back of his head, 'It's a real trick to Apparate while falling like that.'

Ron shrugged at this, 'Draco is amazing.'

'Healing fine!' She declared without Ron saying another word. 'You're feeling fixed up? Good.' She beamed. 'Not the first time someone fell from a dragon around here.' Ron had actually jumped off Norberta, but this nice lady definitely didn't need to know that part.

After only ten minutes of work, Ron's bruises were completely faded. 'You'll make a full recovery by tomorrow, I expect. I think we are done here.'

'Thank you!' Ron chirped, feeling fit as a fiddle.

'Here,' the Medi-Witch said, 'Have a lolly.'

Charlie wasted no time carting him up a cliff to see the baby dragons once he was deemed recovered. Ron wondered if he and Charlie had inherited an impaired sense of danger from somewhere in their lineage. Or a strong string of stupidity.

'That's the last of it, Charlie!' After forty five minutes of raking Ron levitated the entire pile onto a wheelbarrow. Charlie appeared from a little ways down the trail. He bellowed with laughter as he pointed over Ron's shoulder. 'Uh, turn around, little brother.'

Ron looked over this shoulder, a particularly leafy pile of dung, three times the size of the other was waiting for the rake. 'Shit!' Ron cursed.

Charlie just smiled and picked up another rake. 'Literally. Here,' he said in amusement, 'I'll give you a hand' He drove the rake into the pile, shifting twice the dung in one scoop than Ron could. 'Why don't we just vanish it?' He whined.

'Too dense. Plus, it's magical.' Charlie said nonchalantly.

Ron rolled his eyes, only Charlie could find dragon dung magical. He considered hooking him up with Lovegood, who may be the only one on Earth who would honestly agree.

After a few minutes of raking, Ron turned to his older brother. 'I want to thank you for coming to get us, Charlie.'

The elder Weasley offered him a gentle smile. 'I don't mind, Ron.' He said, leaning close to the rake full of dung and carefully inspecting it before taking a deep lungful. For a moment he looked thoughtful. 'Healthy as ever!'

Though Ron was impressed by his Charlie's dedication, he grimaced. 'How often do I get to help out my little brother, huh?' Charlie ruffled Ron's hair and he cringed, slightly miffed his brother had rubbed dung into his hair.

Between the two Weasleys, the huge dung pile was cleared away in twenty minutes. They walked toward Charlie's house, which was a small cottage rooted in the very centre of the reserve. Not far from the Med-Hut where the Healer waited for injuries.

'I call it, the Nest.' Charlie announced.

'You know you're welcome to stay, Ron.' Charlie said softly, taking Ron's rake from him and carrying both over one shoulder. He held a bucket of dung in the other hand, a supposed "sample".

'I don't want to attract anything... negative, Charlie.' Ron said sadly, knowing that as they shovelled dung the Death Eaters were probably searching all of England top to bottom. 'It's only a matter of time before they find us.'

As they reached the cottage, Charlie tossed down the rakes. 'Oh, they can't find us in here. We have so many spells protecting Muggles from the Dragons and vice versa, even the Ministry can't pinpoint our exact location.'

This came as a great comfort to Ron. 'You could even work here.' Charlie opened the door which led into a sunny living room and kitchen that reminded him of the Burrow. The walls were lined with wood, varnished a warm amber.

Tiny and colorful miniature dragon figurines were perched on every ledge, occasionally coming to life and rearing their heads. Ron wondered if the ones from the First Task had in fact belonged to Charlie when he noticed there were four missing spots. The Ridgeback, the Fireball, the Welsh Green and the Horntail were also absent from the collection.

'You would get paid, of course!' Charlie went on as he lit the stove with his wand, promptly setting a kettle over the flame.

'I'll talk to Draco.' Ron grinned at Charlie, who was obviously as good a brother as Fred and George. What was so bad about working in a Dragon reserve?

'Why don't you get cleaned up?' Charlie gesturing down a narrow hallway. 'You don't want to go back to Draco covered in dung.'

Ron sighed in relief, 'Thank you again, Charlie.' He said before dashing to the bathroom.

When Ron slipped back into the bedroom, he found Draco gazing out the window. All ready showered, he was standing with his shirt unbuttoned. 'Hey.' Ron said softly. Draco turned his head slightly, acknowledging his presence. 'Welcome back.'

'Is your arm healed?' Ron asked, tracing his fingers up Draco's forearm.

Draco released a soft sigh. 'Almost. The Medi-Witch came by. She's... odd.'

'I see...' he said, drawing closer to Draco.

'What was it Charlie wanted to show you?' He asked before he stole a kiss from Ron's lips.

Ron called the recent memory of the little Dragons, wriggling in their nest. Then he summoned the farther off memory of little Norberta shortly after she hatched. Draco shrugged his bad shoulder, wincing slightly. 'I see... So the dragon spawned, has it?'

'What's more,' Ron said, 'Norbert's a girl.'

Draco laughed, 'Figures.' After a moments pause he asked, 'How is the dragon, anyway?'

Ron took a deep breath, smelling Draco's delicious musky sent and moved hypnotically closer. 'Charlie says she's fine.'

'Where are we going next?'

'Charlie says we can stay. The Reserve is protected by a lot of concealing magic. Not even the Ministry knows exactly where we are.'

Draco was silent for a moment before his icy voice cut the air. 'We have to keep moving. They can always find my general location.' He hissed, looking down accusingly at the dark mark on the inside of his arm. 'I have no idea how far the range of detection is.'

'Well...' Ron chuckled softly, slipping his hands around Draco's waist from behind. 'There is one good thing about being on the run.'

Draco turned toward him, brow quirked. 'What would that be?'

Ron trailed kisses from behind Draco's ear and down the back of his neck. Savouring the feel of soft skin as he brushed his mouth across. Draco hmmed softly at the gentle action. 'We are alone.'

Draco released a soft laugh, turning slowly to face Ron, who positioned his hands on the back of the other's neck. Draco turned glassy eyes upon Ron, cradling his face as he leaned in slowly for a passionate kiss.

Ron felt Draco's smooth lips move against his. Soon after, a silky muscle begged to enter his mouth. Ron let his tongue slip along Draco's, sighing softly at the contact.

Draco trailed a hand down Ron's back, lifting the hem of his shirt. Long fingers slipped between his pants and briefs. A long, talented finger slipped between his buttocks. The Slytherin began teasing his opening with a satisfied moan. Ron released an amused chuckle as he flicked his tongue into the other's mouth, cock stiffening against his partner's.

Draco sucked the flesh of his jaw between his lips as his finger probed deeper. Ron released a hungry growl, fixing his hands on Draco's shoulders and pushing him backward onto the bed. He trapped Draco beneath him. Planting wet, desperate kisses along Draco's collar bone. 'Ahh yess...' he moaned softly, feeling lightheaded as blood rushing to his cock.

Ron exhaled slowly in anticipation at Draco's exposed chest. His eyes scanned flawless skin, following the line of the other's abdomen until his stare fell on his hips. Draco's erection made an appearance as a bulge pushing against the zipper of his jeans, begging for release.

Ron yanked the zip down desperately, inhaling the salty-sweet scent of Draco's cock. He then pulled down the waistband of his shorts. Draco's member jumped as it was exposed. Ron wasted no time devouring the swollen, spongy head of Draco's cock.

He swirled his tongue around the tip before sucking the shaft halfway into his mouth. Draco released a muffled moan as Ron sucked him gently. He savoured the flavour of the precum that leaked into his tongue.

Ron gently kneaded Draco's sac. He groaned around the other's erection at the feeling of the soft flesh on his fingertips. The Gryffindor allowed his head to bob up and down a little faster as his fingers wandered further south, tracing moistened fingers across the tight ring of muscle that guarded Draco's insides.

Ron's tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, simultaneously pushing his finger inside the steamy depths of his body. Draco squirmed, hips rocking down on Ron's finger. He released a surprised groan.

'Fuck, Ron...!' Draco sighed out, arching his back. 'You're good at that.'

Ron released Draco's cock to smile, curving his finger and coaxing a pleasured cry from the other. 'I have had very good instruction.' He whispered, stroking Draco's erection firmly in his hand.

Ron grinned wickedly as his lover watched his movements. He withdrew his finger and explored downward with his mouth. Until he was able to tease Draco's opening with his tongue, slowly working it inside.

'Fuck.' Draco cursed as Ron licked his opening, stroking his cock all the while. Ron moaned against Draco's ass, twisting his tongue as much as he could as he pumped Draco's cock in his fist.

'Holy fuck!' Draco screamed, cum shooting out onto Ron's fingers and all over his stomach.

Ron grinned in satisfaction at his partner's unexpected climax. 'I didn't know I was that good.' He said sheepishly.

Draco smirked, eyes glinting in his direction. 'You are very, very good.' He brushed his fingers through ginger hair, 'Are you ready for a reward?'

Ron crawled to hover over Draco. 'You have peaked my interest.'

The Slytherin released a breathy laugh, 'You made me all wet... Fuck me.'

Ron's entire body reacted to the suggestion. His cock throbbed and his hips jerked in Draco's direction. He released a whimper as he moved into position, body pulsating with electricity.

Draco was wet with his saliva, he could feel it against the tip of his cock. Ron slipped inside all at once, feeling the tight heat of Draco's body surround him. Draco's eyes were fixed on Ron as he began thrusting into him, muscles reacting to his movements. 'Fuck... Draco...' he whispered in ecstasy.

Draco released soft mewles with every thrust. 'Does it hurt?' Ron whispered.

'No... Felt good right away.' The Slytherin panted.

Ron pushed his cock deeper, letting his head fall back as he swiftly pumped his hips. 'Aaaahhh!' He groaned, feeling the other's tight muscles ripple around his member. Little fireworks exploded within him as Draco called out his name and elevated his hips, granting Ron a more direct entry. Ron buried his cock deeper and sighed out in bliss.

Gradually, Draco's erection stood once again at full mast. Ron could feel it against him; wet wih precum for the second time. Ron ached to have it inside him. 'Draco...' He whispered, slowing himself. 'Please can you fuck me?'

'Well, since you said please.' Draco chuckled as he stroked his length. 'Turn around for me.' He whispered. Ron obliged, slipping his pants all the way off as he turned. He got into position on his hands and knees and waited for Draco to enter him.

Ron gasped in shock when he felt the wet heat of Draco's tongue lick his opening. The Slytherin drew circles around the centre with his tongue before working his way inside. 'Oh. My. MERLIN!' Ron screamed as Draco's tongue twisted, replicating the motions to which he himself had lost control.

He felt Draco grasp both of his ass cheeks, parting them for better access. Ron squealed as Draco's tongue flicked further, causing his cock to throb and energy to pulse through him. 'Please...' Ron moaned breathlessly and in desperate wanting. 'I want you inside. Please.'

'You're so polite, Ron.' Draco chuckled. Ron could feel the bulbous tip of the other's cock teasing his opening momentarily before slamming the full length inside of him, invading his body immediately. His muscles twitched uncontrollably as he was rapidly forced open.

'Aah!! Draco! Fuck me!' Ron begged as Draco seized the front of his thighs for leverage.

'Fuck you...? What's the magic word?' He moaned out gruffly.

'PLEASE!' Ron cried.

Draco rocked his hips forward and Ron released a loud moan, hips bucking back against him. 'Draco..!' He groaned arching his back into the curve of the other's body.

Draco quickened his thrusts. 'Yesss... say my name.' As the Slytherin's cock repeatedly penetrated his body, the shockwaves of energy that coursed through him were partially blinding. Ron gasped, elevating his hips to allow deeper penetration as Draco had done. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that he had learned everything he knew about feeling good from copying Draco. In a way, he was perfectly tailored for the Slytherin's satisfaction. Groomed, even.

Draco's cock pumped in and out furiously. 'Aah fuck..!' He cried before releasing a deep groan, slowing his pace slightly. Ron felt his heated frame fall against his back.

'I don't want to cum yet...' Draco breathed in his ear. He had slowed now to a gentle thrust. The sensation was tantalizing within Ron.

'Draco...' he moaned, grinding his arse backward. 'Fuck me... Please!'

Draco came to a complete stop now, tracing a tongue up the shell of Ron's ear. Ron groaned in protest, squirming backward against his cock, which was still planted firmly inside. As he did, Draco slipped his middle and ring fingers between Ron's teeth. 'Shhhhush.' Draco hissed. Ron released a surprised and muffled moan around Draco's fingers.

'I know you want me to fuck you. Hard. Right now.' Draco's silky voice whispered in his ear. He felt Draco's warm hand close around his throbbing shaft, stroking it slowly. Ron moaned again, mouth watering around Draco's fingers. 'But I am too close to cumming. And I am enjoying you... very much. If you'll let me I'd like to enjoy you a little more.'

Ron licked and sucked the fingers in his mouth in response. He groaned deep in his throat as Draco began to move again. Ron was forced into a completely submissive position. He whimpered, cheeks blushing bright red. His arousal was heightened by the way Draco could take control of him. 'Mmmmmf.' He managed.

'Aw. You do want me to fuck you hard, huh?' Draco half laughed half growled when he finally gave in and picked up his pace. He crashed his cock into Ron, who choked and squealed around his fingers. His nerve endings fired off as Draco made love to him. Pleasure rippling through him with every thrust.

He felt his cock released and Draco's fingers withdrew from his mouth. He grasped Ron's hips firmly, allowing his head to fall back briefly as he released another moan. Ron could feel Draco's cock grind up against that sweet spot inside him that caused heat to radiate through his entire body. 'Draco!' he moaned, 'I'm gunna cum soon!'

Draco then slowed his fervent motions down to nothing. Ron tried thrusting back, encouraging Draco to once again pick up speed. Draco shoved him down into the mattress by the back of his head and reached around to resume stroking his throbbing cock. The teasing strokes coupled with Draco's idle cock sitting inside him sent his muscles into fits of pleasure that were only slightly too weak to send him into a mind blowing orgasm.

'Draco...' He moaned, 'Pleaaase... I can't handle it.'

'I'm not letting you cum yet, Ron.' Draco chuckled gruffly in his ear.

Ron felt Draco's hand leave his throbbing member, seizing him by the upper arms with both hands and pulling him backward off of the bed effortlessly. Ron was facing away from him, straddling his hips in a sitting position.

Draco leaned against the wall, kissing the backside of Ron's shoulder lovingly, caressing his thighs and pulling his legs slightly apart. Ron's hard length protruded. His erection standing stiff. Draco resumed stroking it, his cock never leaving Ron's body. He placed soft kisses on the back of Ron's neck that caused his flesh to tingle.

The new position gave Draco incredible leverage. He leaned back agains the Slytherin's chest, tipping his head to the side as he sought out a kiss from the other's lips. Ron could feel the increased depth without Draco moving at all. 'Draco..' Ron panted frantically. For the first time he felt like the other was inside too far. He could feel the other's stiffened length poking the inside of his stomach. 'You're too deep...'

'Ahh! But this is what you wanted.' Whispered Draco's voice in his ear. He could feel Draco's swollen cock twitch deep within him, deeper than ever. Ron choked out a moan.

Draco gave Ron's cock a squeeze as he began to move again, reaching so far into Ron all he could do was moan loudly as the energy began to build within him.

'Deep and hard, right?' Draco's cock was once again thrusting into him furiously, forcing strangled gasps from Ron's lungs.

'Ooh Draco!' He moaned, nearing his orgasm once again, body pulsating with electricity. Muscles clenching and releasing.

Draco slowed again to a stop, 'Fuck you feel good when you are about to cum.' He moaned ecstatically. 'It's like you're pulling me in.'

'I want to cum Draco, for fuck's sake!' Ron whimpered, head falling back onto his shoulder. Draco pressed his lips to Ron's cheek and trailed kisses down his neck. 'Not yet.' He hissed before catching Ron's ear lobe between his teeth.

'Why?' Ron begged in a submissive tone. He felt his insides quivering. His muscles spasmed wildly, pushing him near his climax. Draco stopped moving all together, moaning as he deprived Ron of the release he so desperately wanted. 'Draco... Please. Let me cum. I want to cum, fuck!'

Draco chuckled and shook his head, hot breath beating on Ron's ear. 'Ooh yea? You're driving me crazy...' he whispered as he sucked the nape of Ron's neck, leaving a ruby red love bite.

'You?!' demanded Ron, gasping for air as Draco picked up the pace again. Their hips made loud slapping sounds with every thrust. Ron bucked his hips down against his lover. He suddenly found himself agonizingly unable to cum. This second wind frustrated him, and he thrust harder on Draco's cock. He need more. The Gryffindor leaned forward and placed one hand on each of Draco's thighs and began tossing his hips as fast as he could, driving the other's cock inside as fast and as hard as he could.

'Oooh... Fuck yeah!' Draco moaned, slapping Ron's newly exposed ass cheeks. 'I can see everything.'

Ron tossed his head back, pressure activating on his forehead as images from Draco's mind bombarded his brain. He could see himself, grinding his hips down in perfect time with Draco's pulsing cock, which disappeared between taught, freckled cheeks. He watched as Draco stroked his flesh gently before giving his buttock hard, loud smack. A pink handprint faded into view. Ron chuckled as Draco spanked him again and the print darkened.

'See? It was worth holding off, wasn't it?' Draco hissed, withdrawing his cock from the other's body. Ron moaned in protest.

'Lay down.' Draco instructed. 'On your back for me.'

Ron followed command, turning to face Draco. His porcelain face was flushed and his eyes were glossy. His lips puffy and kissable. He leaned close to Ron, this time pushing him gently backward. Draco's tongue flicked into the other's mouth as he enveloped him. He steadied his cock at Ron's entrance, sliding into him with one smooth motion. Ron released a soft moan, locking lips with the other.

Draco sucked on Ron's lower lip, pausing briefly to moan into his mouth. Moans that Ron swallowed greedily as the new position pleasured him in new places.

Draco picked up the pace, once again shifting Ron slightly by pulling his hips up and holding them in place. Draco rammed into him over and over. 'You remember your first time?' Draco asked, slowing himself to steady and deep thrust. 'We did it like this, huh?'

'Yesss!' Screamed Ron, wrapping his legs around Draco's waist. 'Fuck yes!'

Energy began to once again surge through Ron, but this time, it was different. It was stronger. Each pulse came as an orgasm on its own. Ron noticed cum leaking out of his cock and onto his stomach without a single stroke. Draco slammed into him, pupils widening to large black holes.

'Ron!' Draco gasped, cock twitching. 'Cum for me.'

The world became a blank white page as he came. He felt his chest vibrate with a loud groan yet the world was silent. His fingertips tingled as time slowed. He came over and over, veins bulging. His cum went from dribbling out slowly into his abdomen to shooting out of him with such force it hit him in the face. His hair stood on end and in that moment he knew only pleasure.

When Ron came to, Draco was embracing him, licking the cum off of his forehead. His insides felt warm and wet. 'I came a lot inside you...' Draco informed him with a nervous laugh. Ron extended an arm, tracing his fingertips down Draco's cheek.

'You have no idea what you've just done to me...' Ron said faintly, stealing a tender kiss from Draco. Who was smirking slightly in satisfaction. 'I felt it happen.'

'Draco.' Ron said, voice suddenly gaining strength. 'You know that I am in love with you...?'

Draco chuckled and nodded, 'You've told me before.'

Ron shook his head, stealing another kiss from Draco's plump lips. 'No. You don't understand.'

Draco released a weary sigh, twisting long pale fingers through Ron's hair. 'Trust me.' He whispered. 'I understand how you feel.'

Ron fell silent. He could feel Draco's heart beating through his chest. His own pulse joining in the rhythm. He was suddenly surrounded by Draco's overwhelming energy. He felt his body melt into Draco's. Until he could no longer tell who was who.

'My name means dragon in Latin, you know.' Draco said sleepily. The sun has set at one point but Ron couldn't recall when.

Charlie's voice rang in his head, Baby dragons fend for themselves.

'Of course it does.' Ron whispered as he drifted off.