Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, AU
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Draco went to search the kitchen knowing Ron always filled his stomach when he was upset.
"Actually he eats when he's sad, mad, happy, nervous, frustrated, randy . . . hell, he's one eating emotion."
He reached the entryway and pushed the door open. He surveyed the rather large room. No Ron.
After doing another sweep with his eyes, he left to walk back to the living room. Ron had not reappeared there either.
"Ron? Come on talk to me," he pleaded.
Draco quickly stomped through the fire lit room to go into the den.
This was mostly Ron's room. He usually found Ron slouched over the desk working on Quidditch reports or sprawled out asleep over the rather large, overstuffed, and in Draco's opinion, ugliest chair ever with the wireless blaring away.
But he found it quite and empty.
He'd gone through the dining room to get to the kitchen, so he knew Ron wasn't there. Draco couldn't help but be somewhat pissed off by now.
Ron was making him march around the house looking for him.
Back in the living room, Draco paced slowly in front of the fireplace.
He had looked in every room downstairs including the two lavatories. He'd gone upstairs as well despite knowing Ron had not gone up there or he would have heard Ron's clonking footsteps.
He did a run through of the rooms anyway.
He paused in his search to look in on Molly who was still fast asleep.
Ron was not to be found anywhere.
Though still mad, Draco tried to quail his growing fears.
He had ventured outside to check the small utility shed and garden house. Still no Ron.
Draco continued his pacing thinking about what could've happened. Voldemort has been dead for years. His father, Lucius, was locked up in Azkaban once again.
Not all of the alleged Death Eaters had been caught, but most were so underground that it wasn't much of a possibility for them to have taken Ron.
But Draco couldn't squash the feeling of dread away, so he fire called the Ministry. It was nearing closing time, but someone should still be there.
"Yes sir, may I help you? Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Hello. How's that sweet niblet of yours?" the receptionist, Gladiola, chirped.
"Fine. Could I please speak with Moody or Shacklebolt?"
"Auror Shacklebolt is out on assignment but Auror Moody is in. Please wait for transfer."
Draco winced. Fire call transfers were not fun. It felt like your head was being pulled off.
"Malfoy? What do you want?" Alastor Moody grumbled something else Draco thought sounded like 'hear to complain about something stupid I'm sure.'
Draco ignored the remark. "Yes, well I was just wondering about my father. He is still in Azkaban right?"
Moody frowned. "Of course, he is, son. Got so many locks and charms on his cell I think it glows. Besides, if he was out, we'd have Ron and little blue eyes under wraps straight away. I promise you that. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. I had a bad feeling and wanted to check for sure. Thank you."
Moody swore under his breath, "A feeling uh? Well, nothing to fear. You tell Ron hello for me will ya?"
"Of course."
Draco heard Moody grunt out, "twat," as he pulled his head out of the grate.
Draco fell back on his haunches and let his head clear.
His father was still locked up, thank Merlin! It didn't pain him one bit wishing the Wizengamot had just executed the man.
He could let his guard down some. A small smile tweaked his face.
Too many people to count would come to Ron's aide if anything ever happened. The slight Moody gave him unintentional or not didn't bother him one bit.
He was grateful people loved his Ron so much. Ron and Molly would be looked after, protected. Draco was expendable.
Draco stood up and brushed the ashes from his hair; he quickly noted Ron was still gone.
Tears threatened to gather as he sat down on the expensive couch. It had been almost four years since Draco almost lost everything he loved.
He forced those horrible memories to back off.
Instead he thought back to the time he and Ron got together.
Draco had taken the Dark Mark right before his sixth year at Hogwarts was to begin. He was surprised when immediately after his initiation the Dark Lord had requested two things of Draco.
He found out much later that Voldemort had no faith in his abilities and had designed the tasks so that if he were successful by some miracle, it would at least be beneficial to the Dark Side.
If he refused the orders, he'd die, his father would die, and his mother would die. At the time, Draco was not overly fond of his father, but he didn't want him to die.
If he were unsuccessful, the Malfoys would be no more.
He accomplished one of the tasks, eventually, near the end of his sixth year. He was able to repair a vanishing cabinet so that the Death Eaters could enter Hogwarts and attack.
With repeated mishaps, he had failed the other task. He was to kill his headmaster, the most famous living wizard of his time, Albus Dumbledore.
He tried cursed jewelry and poisoning a bottle of mead, but he missed his intended target each time.
Then that night of the Death Eater attack, Draco found himself face to face with his headmaster. Despite all the anger he had towards the old man and to everyone at that time, he could not follow through with his mission.
Instead, Severus Snape had been the one to take Dumbledore to his death.
It was common knowledge now. Severus Snape had been a double agent. He was a spy between the Order and the Death Eaters.
On the bequest of Dumbledore, Snape had interjected himself to keep Draco from having to kill Dumbledore and keep the unbreakable vow he'd made with Narcissa Malfoy.
She was all for the power, prestige, and wealth Lucius had gained through his family name and as a follower of Lord Voldemort.
Narcissa had hoped her son would never have to serve under the Dark Lord. When Voldemort had seemingly been killed by the infant Harry Potter, she had secretly rejoiced.
When Draco had entered membership into the Death Eaters, she knew he would be tested. When she heard what his tasks were Narcissa made Snape vow to watch over her son and step in when necessary.
Dumbledore was aware of the vow, and he made Snape promise to follow through with that vow.
That act was not the end of Severus Snape's saving of Draco. He took the young Malfoy under his wing once they fled Hogwarts. A plan was developed to make everyone believe Draco had died while on a mission.
Instead, Draco was tucked away under the cover of the Order of the Phoenix or specifically under the Weasleys.
It was surprising how quickly Draco's mind frame had changed about the Dark Lord and his beliefs. It was also surprising how quickly he struck a tentative truce among the Weasley children, Harry, and Hermione.
Ron was forced to room with Draco while he resided at The Burrow and number 12 Grimmauld Place. His job was merely to not let Draco go about unattended, so it wasn't that difficult.
The two found out about a month after Draco's appearance that they shared a common secret. They were both gay.
For Draco, he knew he was gay since he was young. Being openly gay was not an option for Draco though.
Apparently hatred among Death Eaters did not just focus on blood lines. Homosexuality was seen as a weakness. The only acceptable way a man was to be in the position to have sex with another man was through the act of rape.
His Slytherin housemates would not only tell their parents who most were supporters of You-Know-Who, but they would definetly pound him into a bloody pulp every damn day.
Then there was his father.
If he had found out, Lucius would have tried to beat the gay out of him himself or just kill him outright. Draco did not want to know.
So he kept his preference secret and hid his liaisons which considering the consequences were numerous.
For Ron, he had suspected as early as his fourth year. The next two years were spent in between complete denial or curious experimentation. He confirmed his sexual preference one night at a muggle bar.
His brothers had taken him there when he came home at the end of his sixth year. They all needed to relax after the horrendous events that had taken place.
He ignored every young woman there; instead he noticed several young men.
His dick told him he was definitely interested in one man in particular. The two met up in the bathroom, and Ron experienced his first true gay sex.
It was only a mutual jerk off, but Ron left knowing he wanted to do that again and more. However he kept his preference a secret. He felt it was not the best time to inform everyone about this news.
Ron had a few more encounters during that summer before Bill's and Fleur's wedding. He learned a lot in a short amount of time though. However, once everyone began to descend into The Burrow he ceased any activity other than a private wank in his room or the shower.
Then the war had begun in full. There was no time or person to be with anyway. So Ron remained silent about his sexuality and kept his hands to himself so to speak.
This even proved to be difficult due to Draco's sudden presence in his room, and the fact he was to be watching over him. He had to grab whatever moments alone he could find. He wan't just a randy teenager; he was a sexually frustrated randy teenager.