Fifteen years to the day have passed since Ron and Dracos wedding. Things have not turned out nearly as bad as he expected them to, but it doesnt change the fact hes not living the life he wants. While shopping in Diagon Alley, he get a very unexpected surprise. All characters by J.K., not me. Enjoy.

Stuck

Ron was utterly and completely stuck. He was trapped in a loveless marriage with a man he could not leave. On the one hand, Ron was starved for genuine companionship. He had not seen any of his friends from his previous life since before he was married. He did his duties as a wife, which consisted mainly of planning parties, and attending various functions on Dracos arm. But he had no sense of companionship with the people he met there. He socialized mainly with other trophy wives most of which had been prisoners sold into marriage like him. Though most of them he had not know from Hogwarts, as they had been either ahead of or behind him in school. Those from his year had been scattered to the four winds. Rons children were now forth and second years in Hogwarts, leaving him without them until holidays. Hed even been denied Dracos company most of the time, given the demands of his husbands job.

On the other hand, however, Ron had no suitable reason to leave Draco. In fact his life would undoubtedly change for the worse if he did leave. The pureblood community did not take divorce lightly. He would be a pariah, an outcast. And Draco would not continue to take care of his siblings once he was gone. Right now they each lived well enough, on various properties owned by the Malfoys, trapped in loveless marriages of their own, but they lived they had relative freedom. Even if Draco died (through no act of foul play on Rons part, of course) that would not change, per their agreement. But these fears were not the only reason Ron stayed. The simple truth was, Draco was actually a good husband. He had provided a good home, a good life for Ron and their two children. The boys had grown up with a life Ron always dreamed of and never had as a child. The two had their arguments, like all couples, but Ron knew many pureblood husbands beat their wives constantly, something Draco refused to do. Draco had never, as far as Ron knew, been unfaithful to him, another common trait among pureblood men. And though he did not love Draco, and had no illusions that the other man loved him, on most days, they got along quite well. The endless string of boring ministry functions hed attended with Draco, had only been made bearable by having the blonde at his side. Draco had a wit and a dry sense of humor that Ron had become accustomed to, especially now that it was no longer directed at him.

Ron had even grown to tolerate the sex. Actually no, that was a lie. Though he was loathed to admit it, over the years Ron had come to love having sex with Draco Malfoy. It was easily his favorite part of their union, aside from the boys, of course. Ron had been surprised the first night he saw his husbands naked body. Draco had a lean but muscular build, that had grown more stunning as he filled out over time. He hadnt a trace of hair on it, other than his head and a golden patch at his groin, much like Ron himself, actually. Draco had a rather sizable manhood, and the libido to match. What shocked Ron more than Dracos body, was how much pleasure it could provide. Once Ron had gotten used to having sex with a man, he was able to allow himself to thoroughly enjoy it. They had tried every position imaginable and, he was sure, invented a few of their own. Every so often he was even allowed to top Draco, and enjoyed being buried inside his husbands body, almost as much as he liked having the other man inside of him. Yes, he did in fact like being topped by Draco more.

But amazing sex did not a loving marriage make. At the most, Ron and Draco were friends with benefits. Ron had gotten to the point where he could call Draco his friend. It turned out the two had more in common than he thought. And Ron knew the man secretly hated Voldimorts regime as much as he did. But friendship aside, they had no romantic feelings for one another, and Ron wanted more. And there in lay his problem. Aside from obligation, he had no reason to stay with Draco, but he had not good reason to leave Draco either. None worth loosing what he had, at any rate.

The thing Ron had hated most about being married to Draco, or rather, Voldimorts law regarding marriage in general, was the restrictions it imposed on his magic. Ron was limited to full use of his magic as long as he was within range of Mayfoy Manor, or Draco himself. Once he was no longer in the vicinity of either, his magic would quickly deplete. Fortunately for him, one of his main reasons for leaving the manor today had in fact been to visit his husband. Ron was currently in Dracos office, under Dracos desk, between Dracos legs, swallowing Dracos cock. From the time they were newly weds, Ron had vowed to make himself the best wife possible. That included doing things for his husband, that were not strictly required of him. One such favor was preparing Draco lunch, and bringing it to him everyday at the office. These lunch time visits often turned into midday quickies.

The first time Ron performed oral sex on Draco, hed gagged. Partially because Draco had forced himself all the way down Rons throat, but also because the very thought of another mans penis anywhere near his face revolted him. But now after 15 years, Ron would greedily gulp down Dracos tool without a second thought. He drank the mans semen like it was the last drop of water in a desert. Ron could not even remember what a woman tasted like, and had not been curious enough to refresh his memory.

So it was, that today, Ron had Dracos balls tight in one had, the other working the base of his dick, while he made loud slurping noises bobbing his head up and down Dracos love stick. Draco himself was in heaven, loving his wifes talented mouth. Ron had been told once he was light years ahead of other partner Draco had ever had. Draco rested his head back against his chair, eyes closed, one hand tightly gripping the thick red locks in the back of Rons hair. He looked down to see his wifes pretty pink lips devouring him. Justin then, Ron looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling the way they always had when he serviced Draco.

Draco tapped the desk with his finger. Get up here. Ron stood and turned away from Draco. Dracos reached around him with a desperate hunger and quickly undid his trousers and pants. As Ron stepped out of the garments and climbed on to the desk, Draco raised his robes, exposing the perfect, gorgeous arse Draco had lusted for, even at Hogwarts. The blonde enter Ron with one swift thrust, his cock well lubricated with Rons saliva. While he could be quite gentle, almost loving at times, he offered Ron no such treatment today. He was rough, savage and animalistic. He attacked Ron like a battering ram, and Ron loved it. He knew that just outside the door, Dracos assistant could here everything, as she had done for the past 15 years. Draco considered each and every one of Rons groans, grunts, and screams to be prized trophies, and made no attempt what so ever to hide them with silencing charms.

Just when Ron thought the desk would break, which had actually happened once or twice, Draco slammed into him one final time. Ron could feel his dick spasm, as it emptied the contents of Dracos balls deep into his bowels. Both breathed heavily, Dracos erection dying. Even flaccid, he was still quite thick. He pulled out of Ron, who could feel Dracos seed dripping down the back of his leg. The two straightened themselves up, and Draco returned to his seat. Ron leaned in and kissed Draco on the lips. Enjoy your lunch. If not for the heating charm Ron put on it before leaving home, the meal would surely have been cold by now. Draco pouted a bit. Youre not joining me? Its our anniversary. I know, thats why I have to get home, and finish getting ready. Dracos lips curled with that smirk that he found incredibly irritating as a teen, but that made him instantly hard now. It really was a shame he did not love Draco, hed tried to once or twice, but once they came down from sex, there wasnt much else between them. Draco smacked Rons thigh playfully. Alright, then. Off you go. Ill see you at home. Dont be late. Ron threw over his shoulder, as he turned to leave.

After leaving Dracos office, Ron found himself on Diagon Alley. After picking up a few last minute items for dinner, Ron went to a jeweler, where he had placed a special order. Yes, I put an order in last week, I was told it would be ready today. Malfoy, please. As he waited, Ron faintly heard the bell at the shops front door ring. He doubled checked his list as he waited for the shop keeper to return. Someone gripped his arm, and he looked up with a start Ron!

Ron was stunned. He was looking into the eyes of the one person he expected never to see again in life. Hermione? Ron was breathless, and before he new it, he had seized her, or perhaps she had seized him, and they held each other sobbing.

Ron took Hermione to a café he liked, so they could catch up. How What happened to you? Where have you been all this time? Hermione went silent, and her entire posture changed. After the war ended, I was transferred to a prison in Eastern Europe. The Death Eaters wanted the members of the second Order separated. Ron nodded. Makes sense. That explains why I havent really seen anyone since. Hermione nodded and continued. I was kept there for three years, until I was released into the custody of one of Voldimorts high ranking officials there. How long were you there? Ron was lost in Hermiones story, he could still not believe she was here, she was real. Nine years, then we were married and Hermione shrugged her shoulders, her voice fading.

Ron was still in disbelief. There was so much he wanted to ask. He didnt know were to start. How did you end up here? He travels. This is a bit of a working holiday. And you? She asked, leaning forward, flashing him a smile hed all but forgotten. How have you been? Ron shrugged. As well as can be expected. Im good. Married, to Malfoy, if you can believe that. It felt strange to call Draco by his sir name, he had not done so in so long, but it came out naturally around Hermione. Really? How long? Hermiones question made him remeber. He looked at his watch, rising from the table. Oh my God, I forgot. Im sorry Hermione, I have to go. He noted the sudden sadness in her eyes and added Its out anniversary, you see. Hermione only nodded, looking away from him. I want to see you again. Hermione smiled back up at him. Ill owl you. Well have lunch or something. Great. Ron smiled breathlessly. Bye. Bye. Ron left that day feeling something he hadnt felt in a long time. Alive.

Theres a lot I came up with in terms of background for this story, not all of it can be directly addressed, as the story focuses primarily on Ron and Dracos relationship. I do try, but I thought I take a moment to specifically address the subject of marriage here in the notes. Historically, marriages, particularly among royals and nobles, have been little more than business arrangements. Each party gaining something from the other. And wives had traditionally been subservient to their husbands. It was a concept that seemed to fit this story. In Voldemorts new world order, marriage is simply another form of slavery, reserved for those muggle-borns and blood traitors considered to be valuable commodities. It seemed to me that Voldemort would be intelligent enough to recognize those individuals as useful, if not as equal, and want to put their assets to his benefit. Besides, there are far fewer purebloods than the other groups combined, which could have become problematic in time. In addition, I wanted to show exactly why Rons situation is so bleak, in his view. However tolerable Draco may have made their marriage, Ron still sees it for what it is, a form of imprisonment. Though he tries to make the most of it, with varying degrees of success. The next chapter focuses on Draco and his perspective, so we get to see his outlook on their relationship. Thank you for reading.