A/N: Well well well, hasn't it been a minute? A few edits for previous chapters. Out of the blue, I'm here with 6 more. To be released as edited. The Lost Chapters.

Disclaimer: A reminder that these characters were created by and are owned by JK Rowling.

It was a delight to Ron when the sunlight penetrated the room and Draco was still slumbering peacefully beside him. Save for the distant cries of dragons and the serene sound of rain and rustling leaves, all was quiet. Ron knew it was early. All though the sun was up, it was still very near the horizon. Visible just beneath the dense, purple clouds, it splashed them with radiant hues of pink and orange as they sprinkled the landscape with their remaining glistening droplets. The shade of pink in the sky fondly reminded him of Draco's blushing cheeks. Ron had basically forgotten that this time of day existed.

He was thankful to the Medi Witch when he moved. The pain was gone, but the memory of how his injuries were inflicted were still very prominent. He rested his open palm on Draco's cheek, silently watching him.

Again, he was overwhelmed with emotion. He felt overpowering love and sorrow as well as a sense of tremendous responsibility. 'I love you.' He whispered aloud into the silence. Draco's response was the slow rise and fall of his chest. Ron was confident of Draco's waking response. He nuzzled closer, cradling the Slytherin in his arms. His eyes welled with tears, wondering why this had to be so punishable. It made him despise Lucius Malfoy, You Know Who and the whole organization with a ferocious hatred, stirring him more than ever before. Murdering Witches and Wizards for the sake of something they couldn't control. Attacking Harry, who was just a child. And now he was preventing Ron from loving a person that he could not help but love wholly and inevitably. He pressed his lips to Draco's forehead, who stirred at the kiss.

You weren't due awake for hours. He heard Draco think, all though he was terribly still.

I can't sleep. He heard his own voice say in his head. Draco turned, laying directly on what was his bad shoulder so he could press his chest to Ron's. His arm slipped around Ron's waist, who responded by tightening their embrace. He elevated Draco's upper half slightly so the pressure was off his shoulder, pulling him as close as possible.

Apparently. He heard Draco reply. He was still reeling, thinking of their next move as though they were playing chess. The King, the most vital piece of the board, needed to be protected at all costs. Ron was happy to take the role of navigation.

'They'll still find us.' Draco whispered miserably, breaking the silence. As if the game had all ready called for checkmate.

Ron sighed heavily, disappointed in Draco's lack of faith. There were still pieces in play the way Ron saw it. He gazed into those steel pools that he now knew so well, searching carefully for any flicker of a signal that indicated Draco had even the most microscopic shard of hope for the situation. When he found none, he brushed a thumb across Draco's white blonde hairline.

'I know you're scared.' Ron suddenly declared in a low voice. 'But it is worth trying. I am here. You are loved. I'm not going anywhere.' Draco shifted under the intensity of Ron's electric blue orbs. 'Even if they do… find us,' he said, nodding his head in a random direction as if toward the death eaters themselves. I am yours and that's it.

Draco tipped his head up and softly brushed his lips across Ron's who exhaled in bliss. 'I should never have dragged you into this.' Draco said, voice thick with resentment.

'You didn't.' Ron assured him flatly. 'I willingly went along.'

Draco snorted softly, 'Weasley, you wouldn't have even looked at me this way unless—'

'Do not call me that.' The Gryffindor said gruffly, squeezing the other even tighter. Draco gasped in surprise. 'Do not say my name like that anymore… Malfoy.' He deliberately said Draco's surname in a way he had once spoken it long ago, with disdain.

Draco finally opened his eyes just enough to offer Ron a narrowed leer, I get the point.

Ron was mentally exhausted however found himself physically restless. He could feel Draco's hard length brushing his thigh and his leaped to life in response. He buried his face in Draco's soft hair and inhaled his warm scent as the other peppered the other's upper chest with soft, lazy kisses. 'This is not what falling in love is supposed to be like.' Ron sighed sadly.

'Honestly, have you never read a book?' Draco chortled. Ron shrugged a shoulder, unbruised by the cheap shot. 'Not unless absolutely necessary.'

Draco propped himself up on his elbow, now eye level with Ron. He pressed their foreheads together and Ron let his eyes slip briefly closed. Suddenly a story was playing through his mind. He could see the characters though blurred and out of focus. Two (very young) lovers stealing away. Ron could hear some of the verses read in Draco's voice. The two characters were defiant of their families wishes in loving the other.

Rather than scramble to process, Ron let the information flow freely into his mind. He could see words as though the pages were in front of them. Draco's seemed to be echoing the words on a loop from a phantom location and for a brief moment he saw a flash of Draco's parents, listening with smug expressions.

The rate at which the words flowed into Ron's mind was equal to the rate at which he comprehended them. Sentence after sentence and page after page. In the end, the two lovers commit suicide. Draco withdrew slightly and looked into Ron's eyes, who said, 'That is a story Draco.'

Draco was visibly annoyed by this, 'Shakespeare is hardly just a story.' Ron stole a gentle kiss, 'Anything can be hardly anything these days. Seems like the bloke was just trying to sell copies if you ask me.'

Draco rolled his eyes, 'It was a play, not a book. This isn't Babbitty Rabbity.'

Ron laughed, correcting himself, 'Seats, then.' He continued, 'This rarely happens like this in real life, is my point.' He whispered, eyes scanning over Draco's partially blanketed form, 'Even if it's hard. It's worth trying'

Ron kissed Draco's lips gently, then again, and again. His greedy tongue flicked out, tasting the other's lips with fervour and delight. 'We are not doomed.' Ron said assuringly.

Draco sighed, returning the kiss, sucking Ron's tongue gently into his mouth. You're hopeless. Ron rocked his hips gently, the friction between them coaxing another jump from his hard length. Draco moaned softly into Ron's mouth, who was shifting to hover over Draco, comfortably fitting between his knees. He pulled his cock out, slipping Draco's shorts down with his free hand until he was also exposed. Draco turned his eyes to meet Ron's, cheeks once again flushed. Ron smiled into the kiss, remembering the colours of the sunrise.

He wrapped his long fingers around both of their cocks, gripping them gently and stroking in unison. Draco's hips twitched upward, the heads of their cocks becoming moist with the other's precum. 'Yess…' whispered Ron, stroking them for another moment before he slunk downward, mouth hovering over Draco's cock. He allowed his tongue to slip out, teasing the tip and ravishing the musky flavour. He dared a glance upward and Draco was watching him with silent intent.

He closed his lips around the bulbous, spongy tip, savouring the sensation of Draco's hardness between his lips. He lapped at the other's cock with his tongue, slurping the dripping nectar away with relish. Draco's hand found Ron's hair and he brushed his fingers through it. Ron allowed Draco's cock to slip further between his lips, tasting it and bobbing his head slightly as he did. A muffled moan escaped him as he felt Draco's cock thicken. Ron gripped Draco's member tightly, stroking him as he sucked the other in rhythm with each stroke.

'Ohfuck.' Draco said under his breath, allowing his head to fall back. Ron continued on at this pace until Draco's member was threatening to reach climax. He then pulled away, his own cock dripping with arousal. Draco looked up at him with hazy eyes as Ron slowly pulled his own foreskin back, exposing the reddened tip. The eyes of one carefully observed the other and vice versa. They were completely absorbed.

Draco propped himself up on his elbows in a half sitting position. Ron scurried forward, straddling the other's chest. Draco lapped at the glistening fluid that had now began to drip onto his chest before taking what length of Ron's cock he could reach between his pouting lips. 'Ooh yes… Draco…mmm.' He moaned as he felt the others tongue circle around him. When he was slick with Draco's saliva he pulled away. 'Inside.' He hissed.

The Gryffindor was happy to oblige. He reassumed position between Draco's legs after slipping his shorts off. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down against Draco's tight opening until his cock throbbed, begging Ron to penetrate. The other moaned softly as he entered.

Detecting a hint of strain, Ron captured Draco's lips in a passionate kiss. He thrust deeper as Draco's hand found his shoulder, grasping it tightly. 'Mmm…' Ron moaned as he was surrounded by the other's warmth. He lowered himself to his elbows before fully planting himself deep inside Draco's body. He felt the other tighten slightly and wince.

Ron broke the kiss to whisper a barely audible 'I'm sorry' to Draco, who shook his head slightly before touching his lips to Ron's. Before long, he began to move. Panting softly between kisses. Draco's arms snaked around him, holding the curve at the small of his back. He felt the rush of electricity as Draco's muscles wavered around him. He sighed blissfully.

'I love you.' Draco said earnestly and with more sincerity Ron had heard him say anything to date. Ron exhaled airily, feeling his cock stiffen at the notion. 'I love you, too.' He replied with equal honesty.

Draco smiled the kind of smile Ron was constantly holding out for. Their lips touched again and Ron sighed out in ecstasy. Draco held him tighter as he thrust, gaining speed gradually before decreasing again. Draco sighed in desperation, thrusting his hips down for the third time. Ron picked up speed and slowed again.

'More, please.' Draco moaned impatiently. Ron smiled mischievously and nodded, resuming position on his hands and knees. He didn't have the heart to tease Draco at the minute.

The Slytherin laid back, watching and waiting. Ron began to thrust, cock pulsating with energy. 'Yesss.. Ron.. please….' The Slytherin moaned. The sound was thrilling. Ron pushed deeper, reaching that spot within that he knew would intensify the sensation. When his cock grazed over it, Draco squirmed. 'Fuck.'

Ron, unable to suppress a loud moan from escaping his chest, cried out, 'Draco… Ohhh… I'm going to cum.'

'I want your cum inside me.' Was the others response.

'Yeah…mm…' Ron thrust himself as deep as he could go, his cock convulsing as his thick cum coated his partner's insides. Draco's entire body felt extremely hot around him and Ron watched as cum gushed from the tip of Draco's cock. Jumping and squirming as he moved in and out sluggishly, draining all that was left inside of him into Draco.

He pressed his forehead into the nape of the other's neck, hand grasping red curls dampened by perspiration. Ron tilted his head into Draco's hand, kissing his wrist. He allowed that familiar rapture to rush over him completely and free of any hesitation.

Chest heaving, he rested his cheek on the pillow beside Draco, kissing him softly between breaths wherever reachable. 'Thank you.' Draco whispered after a while.

'For what?' Ron queried with confusion.

'Making me feel worthy of whatever this is.' He sighed out with a hint of impatience.

'Don't mention it.' Ron smiled. To be fair, Draco had given him the same thing. 'Please do not let me sleep too far past sunrise. Not ever. Seriously Ever.'

'There is no fucking way.' Draco gagged in disgust, he braced himself on a tree, hunched over and clutching his stomach. 'I am not even touching that fucking shit with a rake you can fuck right off.' Draco spat, trying to suppress another gag, hiding his face and mouth in his elbow.

Ron laughed, 'It's just some Dragon dung.'

Draco turned his head, eyes squeezed shut and wearing a grimace. 'Who would voluntarily do this work?!?' He ground out. 'Fucking Merlin I will need a shower.'

Ron sighed, pointing over to the Medi Hut, 'Look, go over there. I'm sure the Medi Witch could use some help.'

'Why don't they hire help?' Draco groaned. 'Draco, we are helping them.' Ron told him firmly. It was not up for debate. 'They are sticking necks out for us, here. Try to show some appreciation.'

Draco seemed to choke on the pungent stench in the air as he stalked off. 'Can't we just pay your brother?' To that, Ron did not respond.

Frustrated, Ron took to shovelling the dragon dung. He did note it was particularly fresh this morning as he gagged on the thick stench himself. All though Charlie's offer was enticing, Ron definitely could not keep Draco here. Nothing about it suited Draco, he was miserable all ready and he knew that they were still too close to Lucius Malfoy. Ron had to make plans and get Draco to Cairo as fast as possible.

An hour later Ron had finished and discarded the rake, heading immediately toward the Medi Hut. He found Draco sitting stiffly, holding a muddy looking cup of coffee as steam rolled off of its surface.

'You reek.' Draco sniffed, turning his head to the other side as if shielding his nose.

'Thanks a lot.' Ron barked, 'You're a big help.'

At that moment the Medi Witch burst in from the other room, 'Mr. Malfoy, your contribution is going to be a turning point here!' Ron stared at Draco incredulously who turned his attention to the Medi-Witch (apparently named June) as she cackled with glee, 'We will have a potion ingredient supply as diverse as St. Mungo's! Of course not as much of it but the variety…' As quickly as she had been present, June danced off to the other Room and could be heard clanking jars as if she were rearranging everything she owned.

Ron stared at Draco in amazed frustration. 'What have you done?'

'I helped.' Draco said, taking a sip of his coffee, followed by an expression of distaste. 'You said show some appreciation. She is working with nothing.'

'You were supposed to clean!' Ron said, gesturing to the clutter surrounding the Hut.

'I haven't a clue how to clean, Weas… Ronald.' Draco scowled.

'You're unbelievable!' Ron shouted, 'You shouldn't be sending Owls willy nilly!'

Draco eyed him over his coffee, 'I didn't send the owl. June did.'

Ron sputtered, 'How did you get to Gringott's from here?!' Draco huffed and reached down into his pocket, he pulled several satchels out that didn't match the size of his pocket.

'You've been keeping all your money in your pockets?!?'

Draco sneered, 'Well they're enchanted to be deep enough, aren't they?' Ron stared at him. Draco... how much have you been carrying around in there?

Draco now shifted in his seat, As Father was being taken into custody… The grip he had on his cup became tighter, knuckles whitening. I emptied the entire account. All of it. They would have frozen it. Literally. With Ice Magic.

Ron felt his blood rush and he had begun to tremble. He could suddenly feel the wrath of Lucius Malfoy from where he stood. I had no choice. Draco sighed, Father had told me to do it in case anything like this happened… I was not supposed to run off with it.

You are running around with your family's entire fortune in your pocket?! Ron was furious, And throwing money around is your way of being grateful?!

'Grateful?!?' Draco spat back viciously, jumping to his feet, 'I didn't ask you to try and save me, Weasley.'

Ron stared at him with his face burning as the Slytherin went on, 'I was the one telling you this would happen. I wanted to surrender. I would've taken the fall for both of us. I can't protect YOU like this!' Draco was now shouting as well, gesturing around wildly. Two large tears streamed down his cheek from each of his eyes which were screwed up in fear and sadness.

Ron suddenly grabbed Draco by the shirt, pulling him close, their mouths only an inch away. 'Listen to me now.' He said, his voice sounding like distant thunder. 'If you surrendered, what would you gain?' Draco was silent. Ron waited only a few seconds, silence ringing in their ears. 'What would you lose?' Draco remained silent, however he did bring his eyes up to meet Ron's. He seemed to sink beneath Ron's intense stare.

'Nothing. And I would lose you.' Was Draco's response.

'Right.' Ron said, 'What's done is done. We ran. And you ran with me.'

'Only because it was all ready too late.' Draco said, barely moving his lips, 'They need to use me. I wouldn't die right away… they'll kill me when they're done with me.'

'You didn't run for any other reason at all?' Ron asked demandingly.

Draco was silent, averting his eyes. Finally he straightened up, 'I didn't think this would ever happen. I didn't ever consider having to protect you. I didn't know what it would be like to...' His cheeks flushed pink, and as Ron examined his face it was free of any emotion other than love and desperation. 'I am certainly not protecting you this way. By running with you. It's the other way around.'

'What's wrong with me protecting you?' Ron asked, slightly calmer than previous. Draco sighed in frustration, 'I am telling you, you can't. They will eventually find us.'

Ron pressed his lips to Draco's who 'mmfed' softly. 'We won't stay here. The further we are the better. We are not going to wait like sitting ducks.' Draco's whole body released the tension it was holding and he swung his arms around Ron and squeezed him tightly, forehead resting on Ron's shoulder. 'Oh, thank god.' He cried out in relief. 'You smell awful.'

Bill's reply was much slower than Charlie's. It had been three days, and Draco's constant whining was starting to irritate Ron. Draco seemed to loathe everything about the "Wilderness" setting. Ron knew Draco well enough to know he was miserable. Not to mention every so often the sounds of Draco's internal complaints became impossible to ignore.

My god, filth everywhere. He would hear, accompanied by a visible shudder. Anytime they had to leave the cottage, Draco walked everywhere very flat footed, attempting to keep the topside of his shoes speck free.

Charlie did his best to be around, however it was hatching season and the Reserve was suddenly overrun with tiny Dragon offspring. Ron thought they were cute but of course Draco chimed in with a deeply unimpressed, 'They're shitting everywhere.'

They were restless when the reply from Bill finally came. 'He'll meet us at Giza, where we took our family photo.' Ron scanned the letter a second time. 'He's sending a port key?' He added hopefully. Floo was too easily intercepted and Bill, very luckily in this case, was quite adept in casting Portkeys. A talent he picked up along his career's many travels. Typically he used them to return to the entrance of old Tombs that could go on for miles. A technique Ron himself saw repeated many times in the Wizarding world.

Perfect. Ron heard Draco think (attemptedly to himself) An easily traceable way to our location.

'Only if they find that specific port key.' Ron retorted, annoyed with Draco's pessimism.

You attitude is what will doom us. Ron thought.

And yours will also. Draco thought back.

Silence.

Draco pursed his lips and turned away, arms folded. 'You're impossible.' He insisted with a smirk. Ron found himself grinning. 'Am I?' He said with newfound confidence.

Draco stood and crossed the distance between them. Ron felt he same rush he'd felt a month ago as Draco approached. Pure joy and ecstasy. He stopped inches away, as Draco always did, using the tension to make his statement, 'Why do you want to do this so badly?'

And Ron let his thoughts flood forward, like a geyser long threatening to burst. He let it all flow back, the lake… his lessons… the tension on the field… all at once it burst forth, streaming straight toward Draco. The frustration and confusion as he trudged back to the castle. Draco stared back as him as the memory of that night they'd first kissed played over again, along with the irrevocable thoughts that plagued him that night repeated.

His face flared red as he saw himself striding forward and touching Ron with a recognized desperation. Images of their first time now prevailed, the dim light of Suite Number Five brought with it the overpowering ecstasy he found there. Then back at school, the fear and sadness that came whenever Draco was not present. Draco's arms were limp as he stood, brows raised in awe. But why?! His voice demanded between them.

Because I can, do, and always will. Ron cooly replied. 'What was is irrelevant.' He told his counterpart aloud, voice thick with conviction. 'What is now, in this time,' Ron's voice was powerful and assuring, 'Is what matters. And the fact is…' he stepped forward and said nothing more. Allowing the situation to speak for itself.

Draco shook his head, as if in pain, 'Fool.' He hissed.

Ron cupped either side of Draco's neck with his hands, thumbs brushing his flawless jaw. 'Maybe.' Ron whispered, 'Maybe I just believe there is power in this kind of love.'

Draco huffed as Ron's mouth covered his. Ron felt the other's puffy lips against his, warmth overcoming him. His fingertips found soft hair, toying with it playfully. Draco's arms wound around him and Ron shivered in delight.

Ron's other hand found the small of his back, lifting the hem of his shirt and stroking the soft skin above his trousers. Draco hummed and opened his eyes, hand snaking up Ron's chest.

You're either insane or wonderful. Draco thought doubtfully, Regardless. I love you.

The thought was powerful, it was not merely a statement made between minds. It was a fact in a portion of time and space regardless of how minute or insignificant it might be. It was real love; the kind that brought the very body of the Universe to its knees. Trembling in awe of the joy, lust, devotion and utter chaos of the love before it.

There was then, quite suddenly, an electricity in the air. Something was suddenly present. An energy filled the space. Draco immediately pulled away and stared at Ron with a confused expression. Ron, who could feel the strange aura, shrugged.

As soon as he did, the dismissal of his own shrug felt strangely incorrect and he then froze, listening. Realizing. As if waiting for a sound to exist but it did not. Nothing was there, nothing had changed or moved. Yet a "something" had ceased to not exist. That energy seemed to concentrate into a direct stream between himself and Draco.

What's going on? Draco thought, alarmed, eyes darting round. What are you doing? What is this magic?

'Shut it.' Ron commanded, turning his head as if he was waiting for something to explode. Yet nothing occurred for several minutes. Their eyes found one another. Ron took a sharp breath inward, 'Draco,' he breathed out shakily, as all his vision but the steel grey iris' of the others eyes remained clear. 'I can't see.'

'Don't move.' Draco whispered. The only thing Ron could feel was the pull of Draco's eyes locked with his, all else was blurry. They waited, looking at each other in anticipation. There was no noise, and eventually Ron could see nothing, all was black. He closed his eyes and felt Draco's arms grip him. He pulled the other close, their bodies crashing together, one supporting the other.

Between their minds there was blinding white light. It radiated between them yet somehow the light itself was nonexistent. It existed only long enough to be perceived. Draco was in his arms, covered in sweat and trembling. He could feel the perspiration through his shirt as he clutched the other, struggling to maintain his balance.

'I…' Draco tried to speak but Ron could hear how winded he was. Shaking his head to silence him, Ron cradled the other in his arms they leaned into each other. As if they were the only thing keeping the other in balance. What have you done? Draco thought at him weakly. Are they coming?

Me? Was Ron's impatient response, I haven't done anything. I don't have a clue...

After a moment of steadying, the two pulled apart just far enough to observe each other's expression. It felt as though Ron was covered with an invisible glue. The more he tried to create distance between the other, the more the tension of the resistance intensified. It was uncomfortable and as a response he aligned himself closer to Draco, drawing in for comfort. The tension seemed to ease.

Don't fucking move, I said. Draco managed, grasping Ron tightly. What is this? He asked again. Ron still did not know, however he did know what it meant to be a magnet in pursuit of a metal surface.

They finally stopped questioning. One holding the other for a long time, both taking turns leaning. They both hoped taking a step apart would be easier, but to no avail. Both felt that invisible tugging.

They were finally able to stand apart, taking baby steps. Draco stared suspiciously at Ron, who just waited patiently for Draco to come to his senses. It was afternoon before June emerged from behind the door, setting some boxes filled with assumed junk on the counter.

'You blokes ready to eat?' She asked brightly. Neither answered. June frowned but didn't pry. She stopped as she reached for the door knob and turned, donning a confused expression as she scanned the room with only her eyes. As if she, too, could sense something. The door closed and silence followed again.

When Ron moved, Draco whimpered in distress and in one stride he had gravitated back toward him. 'I said don't move! For fuck's sake!' He barked as Ron felt his whole body jerk forward. He was pulled toward Draco who lurched forward against his chest. He blushed furiously at which Ron smiled. This is not funny. Thought Draco with annoyance. Ron however leaned in tentatively.

Draco looked up at him, visibly distressed. 'What's happened?' Ron whispered into his ear as assuringly as he could, 'I'm not sure, I told you.' He paused, 'I am sure that I love you.'

After what seemed like hours, Charlie opened the door only to find Draco and Ron standing silent and aloof.

'I…' Charlie began, 'Am I… or... would I be interrupting… something?' Ron and Draco both slowly turned their heads in unison, wearing identical blank stares. Charlie's face paled, eyes widening slightly as if he could sense the strange presence in the room as well. 'There's been lunch a while.' He finally said in a quiet voice.

The Gryffindor was the more impatient one in this case. His stomach had started to rumble thunderously a while ago. Ron headed for the door, trying hard to ignore the existence of an invisible elastic band creating more tension the further away he moved. It was painful, really.

When the Slytherin moved, he could almost feel ghostly footsteps but in the form of vibrations through the floor. He could sense exactly where Draco was. Ron looked back toward him, Draco was again frozen to the spot with raised brows. He reluctantly followed and when he did Ron breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand the thought of Draco out of his sight. He waited for his partner to be at his side before exiting the Medi Hut.