Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Slash, AU

Draco deeply sighed and glanced at the large grandfather clock in the corner. An hour had passed since Ron had gone missing.

Draco's stomach gurgled protesting the absence of nourishment, so he went back into the kitchen and found Mrs. Weasley's packed leftovers from Sunday's family dinner a couple of days ago.

With a flick of his wand the mashed potatoes and pot roast warmed up. Then he filled a large glass with cold butterbeer and took a seat at the small marble-topped table set in the corner of the spacious kitchen.

Ron preferred eating his meals in here rather than in the dining room which had a mahogany dining table capable of sitting ten to twelve people comfortably.

Draco sat eating quietly and alone hearing only the loud ticking of the kitchen clock.

Ron had bought the clock after they moved into their house. It was built to look like a chef. He had a large mustache and wore a wide grin and a bright white apron. The face of the clock was fitted in what would've been the man's stomach. The hands of the clock were shaped in the forms of a fork and knife.

'How droll' Draco had thought when Ron excitedly presented the housewarming gift to him, but he assembled a weak smile and said, "it's a midget with a clock in his belly . . . that's rather kitschyof you."

Ron scrunched his face for a second before breaking out into a broad grin.

"Yea. I thought it'd be perfect in the kitchen. It's a chef, you know? I'm so glad you like it; I was a bit worried you'd turn your nose up at it. But I think it's funny, no?"

"No. But it will do."

Draco looked away from the clock to continue eating his meal while waiting for his husband's return.

Back when Draco was given refuse with the Weasley's their relationship was more of a convenience. They shared a room, and they were horny teenagers who happened to be gay and attracted to each other.

They continued their make out sessions which quickly blossomed to include blow jobs and wanking each other off.

The Order was close to making a huge move against Lord Voldemort. Ron and Draco were busy helping with research and anything else the adult members would throw at them.

The two found themselves having to try harder and harder to not let their attraction to show, so they threw themselves into the preparations trying to ignore each other as much as possible.

However their relationship grew and intensified. Finally one night in their room at Grimmauld Place Ron asked Draco to make love to him

It took almost two months to get to that moment, but Ron had been uneasy about 'going all the way.' Draco seemed to have changed and was sincere about helping their side. However Ron couldn't help but be apprehensive about Draco's motives.

Plus due to centuries of trying to maintain pure bloodlines, wizards began to pass along the ability to become fertile. Only pureblood wizards with other pureblood wizards had this capability.

Ron had to make sure he knew all the contraception spells as well as gathering as many condoms as he could. Seriptisously taking one, here and there, from his brothers' stashes.

They took turns, but quickly fell into a regular pattern. Draco preferred the top position. He loved taking possession of Ron. He was the one making Ron squeak, curse, or moan depending on what he was doing to him.

Ron preferred to bottom. He enjoyed being the more submissive partner by allowing Draco to be the one in control. Ron tired of having to look after everyone; the fewer decisions he needed to make the better. The pressure was off him.

The need to have a connection with one another outside of the bedroom had become instinctive. They would brush knees, shoulders, or hands to maintain a link. They were surprised to find their hands intertwined under the dinner table at times.

Family members and others noticed the change between the once tempestuous twosome. Most were just relieved that they were being civil.

But some questioned the pair's truce. In fact Harry, Hermione, Tonks, and Charlie on separate occasions had asked Ron about Draco. Ron had given an almost identical response to each one.

"Nothing's going on. We're growing up. He's on our side now. I'm just trying to make an effort to be friendlier. Isn't that what mum and dad told me to be? Besides, he's not that bad once you get to know him."

Different questions arose when Draco and Ron volunteered to be partners in the next battle attack.

Though they'd been getting along, no one expected Ron to take Draco's side over Harry's or Hermione's. Could the two have a more involved relationship?

A day after this information was presented Harry, Hermione, and Ginny gathered around the kitchen table in Grimmauld Place to discuss the matter.

Late in the night for about a half hour or so each person voiced their own thoughts about what was going on between Ron and Draco. No one brought up any belief in a romance going on.

"Do you think it's wise that we allow this? I know they're getting along but this is more serious than just keeping your tongue to yourself," Hermione pondered.

"Oh, but they are not keeping their tongues to themselves. Are they George?" The twins clambered into the kitchen.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"They're snogging," George replied.

"And shagging," Fred added.

"So you can reckon they'll watch each others backs." Both of the twins snickered at their cleverness.

Ignoring the innuendo, Harry piped up, "Shagging? Ron and Draco?"

"You're putting us on," Hermione admonished.

"No we're not. We've heard them a few times. Our Ronnie sure can keen."

"Stop. That's too much information, Fred." Ginny whined while trying to cover her ears.

"But Ron's not gay. I ought to know wouldn't I?" Harry asked to no one in particular.

"Haven't you noticed them touching each other? Looking all googily eyed? We swear they were holding hands under the table during dinner a few times.

"But . . . Ron's never mentioned . . . he'd tell me he was gay wouldn't he? We share everything. He wouldn't keep this from me." Harry spoke a bit more forcefully, again to no one in particular.

Hermione rubbed small circles over Harry's back and bit her bottom lip momentarily before speaking.

"Harry, why would he tell you about this particular thing? He's not told anyone far as we know. It's not the easiest subject to breech in conversation."

"I'm sure he's scared of your and our reaction. Besides, we usually think we know what's on his mind because he wears his emotions on his sleeve. He rarely tells us how he feels about anything much less his sexuality and who he's seeing."

"She's got a point. Even with me, his little sister, he evades giving up any real personal information."

"He'll ask about me and what's going on with me, but he never reciprocates about what's going on with him. When I do ask he usually just shrugs and says, nothings new or nothings going on."

Everyone in the room nodded and slipped into quiet reflection. That was until Ron followed by Draco came bounding into the room.