This was not a chapter that I had originally planned on, but its one a few people have been asking for. Its set within the first year of the Malfoys marriage. At least one person asked me to write something about Ron and Dracos early years, and a few people have asked me to dress Ron up as a proper lady. I was trying to think of exactly how I could fit it into this story, and I think I came up with the one instance in which Draco would insist Ron dress the part. I may do more interludes later, depending on how this one goes. I hope you like it. Also theres another anniversary involved, I realize thats become a common theme, but I needed some excuse to get Ron into this dress.
Interlude - Mr. and Mr. Malfoy, Year One
Ron hated Draco. He truly and deeply hated Draco Malfoy. Thats what he thought to himself as he looked in the mirror. Barely recognizing his own reflection. He had suffered through being the mans maid, well he didnt have actually have to, there were the house elves after all, but that wasnt the point. He kept his head down, spoke when spoken to, learned all the rules of what a wife was suppose to do and not do, and had even let Draco use him on a nightly basis, with no compliant. And he had not enjoyed being bedded by the Malfoy, no matter how much Draco claimed he begged for it. But this was just too much. It was an insult to his his Ronness.
It was the anniversary of Voldemorts defeat(murder) of his best friend, Harry Potter. Ron would have rather spent the day locked in his room, buried under the covers, or mourning everyone hed lost with those that remained, he wouldnt have even minded going to this so called party with Draco as planned, if it meant using the death curse on all in attendance. Ron though, could do none of these things. Instead, all he could do, was go to the party, latched onto Dracos arm, smile at hated enemies, laugh expectedly at offensive mudblood jokes, and charm the pant off the sodding pricks for all he was worth. And worse of all, he had to do it dressed as a woman.
Gender roles had changed significantly, since Voldemort took over. Wife was no longer a term used to describe a married woman, but the submissive party, male or female, in marriage. Almost all marriages no were arranged now, for the sole purpose of keeping those who fought against Voldemort in the war in line. The ceremonies bound their magic, and tied it to their spouses. As a wife, you were little more than your husbands property. You were his(her) sex toy, his decoration, his accessory if need be. And tonight, Ron was to be, for all intents and purposes, Dracos expensive jewelry. Something he wore to make himself look good.
Though the term wife may have been gender neutral, there were still traditions that had to be honored. So as Dracos wife, Ron was to dress the part whenever they made public appearances. Hence the feminine dress robes, and makeup Ron had been forced to wear. Hed even been transfigured into a female form. And of course, since he was now a Malfoy after all, his hair had been transfigured to a shoulder length, platinum blonde mane. Ron spent a good ten minutes staring at his reflection, when the house elves were finally finished with him, and could find almost nothing familiar in what he saw.
Fucking bastard. He cursed. Thank God he wouldnt be expected to speak much tonight. He was not sure he could trust himself not to say something that would likely get him hexed. Resigning himself to his fate, Ron stepped out of the room, to meet his husband. Dracos face positively lit up when he saw Ron coming down the steps. Ron hid his own disgust well enough, but he did not bother trying to look pleased either. He took the hand Draco offered as he joined him at the foot of the stairs. You look ravishing. Draco whispered in his ear, before kissing down his neck. Ron wanted to vomit. Draco stepped back and smiled at him. Shall we go? Ron only nodded, and they were away.
God help me! Or kill me! In fact just kill me so I dont have to come to anymore of these things. Ron thought to himself, downing his tenth drink of the night. The party had been the single most painful experience of his life. To think hed left a cushy cell in Azkaban for this. It seemed the whole purpose of the evening had been to glorify their great leader. Even casual conversation ultimately lead to how wonderful Voldemort was, and how much the wizarding world had flourished since he took power. ENOUGH, Merlin! Ron wanted to turn his wand on himself, and hed barely been there a few hours. He looked over to Draco, who was talking with someone from his office. Draco was smiling as he spoke, but Ron had been around him long enough to know it was fake. Just then Draco turned to him and winked. They had been holding hand, and Draco gave his a squeeze, before turning to address his co-worker.
An hour or so later, everyone was on the dance floor, swaying back and forth to, what sounded to Ron, like a particularly mournful dirge. Ron was checking every possible escape route, when he felt Dracos eyes on him. He looked and saw the other man smiling at him, a genuine smile, and looked away quickly. Draco pulled him close and whispered Having the time of your life, I see. Ron smiled sweetly and answered Every time Im with you. Draco laughed out loud at that. I think, his lordship would forgive us if we excused ourselves. Ron thought Draco sounded almost sarcastic at that last comment. Draco lead him away by the hand, walking directly to Voldemort himself. The new supreme ruler was seated atop a throne that somewhat resembled a mountain formation, flanked by guards built like gorillas. For the second time that evening, Ron felt that the rules had probably saved him. He was not permitted to look the dark lord in the eye directly, and was thankful. Simply standing in his presence made Ron want to tear his throat out. His heart hammered in his chest, so much so, that he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Ron kept his eyes on the floor, as Draco thanked his master for a delightful evening, and bid him goodnight. As they turned to leave, Voldemort stopped them. Draco, I dont believe Ive been properly introduced to your lovely bride. Draco looked for a moment as though someone had poured ice water down his pants. They faced Voldemort again. No, my lord. This is Ronald, a son of the Weasley family. Weasley. Voldemort repeated. Ron bowed respectfully, his fist clenched and his breath quickening. The hand he held Dracos arm with, was likely digging into it painfully. Ron held out his hand out to Voldemort, who took it in his own. Such a lovely creature. Voldemorts voice was as cold as his touch, and it took all Rons strength not to flinch as the dark lords icy lips kissed his hand. Youve trained your pet well, Malfoy. Draco bowed. Thank you, Lord. Taking this as a dismissal, Draco turned them away, and once outside the building, apparated them off the grounds.
Ron snatched his high heeled shoes off, throwing them across the room. He rubbed his aching feet, wondering how woman could stand to wear such painful footwear. Anxious to be free of his dress robe as well, Ron began tugging at the zipper in the back, growing more frustrated when it did not move. Dracos hand stopped him, and he spoke calmly. Youre going to rip it. Draco pulled the zip down slowly, and stepped away. Thank you. Murmured Ron, over his shoulder. He stepped out of the robe, kicking it aside. Draco reached down for it shaking his head. You could be more careful with this, it cost a fortune. Ron said nothing. He looked down at the corset, girdle and stockings he wore; at a total loss of how to even get out of them, not to mention the transfigurations that still had to be undone. He turned to Draco. Can you help me with this?
Draco turned to face him, in the process of removing his dress shirt. Ron actually caught himself scanning the mans upper body. He looked away as Draco walked over. Come here. Draco walked them over to the bed and sat down, placing Rons foot in his lap. He reached up and released the clamp that held Rons stocking in place. He slid it down slowly, caressing Rons smooth skin in the process. Ron suppressed the shiver this sent down his spine, and told himself it was only due to revulsion. Draco removed the next stocking in the same manner, before reaching for the lacy underwear around Rons waist. Ron backed away quickly. I can handle that. Draco smirked at him. He watched as Ron walked back over to their closet. Ron started struggling with the corset, clearly refusing to ask for Dracos help this time. Chuckling, Draco walked over to him and undid the straps anyway. Ron exhaled deeply, glad to be able to breath again. Dracos hands reached around him, and cupped his newly enhanced breasts. I should dress you up more often. He whispered. Draco slid his hands down Rons body, enjoying the feminine form while he could.
Feeling Draco was getting distracted, Ron told him flatly Im starting to think you arent going to change me back. Draco low chuckle vibrated in his ear, in a way he most certainly did not find sexy. Ill change you, just humor me first. He took Rons hand and brought them back to the bed. One thing, though. Draco picked up his wand and pointed it at Ron, muttering something Ron didnt understand. Thats better. He said. Ron checked himself, and didnt see anything different, until he caught sight of his own hair resting against his chest. It was red again. Draco laid down, pulling Ron down on top of him. He began kissing Ron, reaching up into his hair. For what its worth, you did great tonight. Draco combed his fingers through Rons scarlet locks. Hows that? You didnt curse anybody. Verbally or magically. Ron snickered. In fact you did everything you were suppose to, exactly as you were suppose to. Lovely. Ron said. Do I get a gold star by my name? Draco only smiled at him. I must admit, I was worried Voldemort was going to request you. Ron wasnt sure whether or not Draco was being facetious, at first, but the look in his eyes suggested he was quite serious. Does he normally do that? Ron asked, cringing slightly. If he chooses to. I wouldnt be able to deny him. Draco clearly didnt like the thought of Voldemorts hands on his bride anymore than Ron did. Ron was glad then to have dodged that hex, he really would kill himself if he had to suffer through that. Draco seemed to sense what he was thinking. I suppose Ill have to make sure to my pretty little wife away from him in the future. Shes too irresistible for her own damn good. Draco smiled and Ron rolled his eyes, pushing off him. Are you gonna change me, or what? Draco laughed and looked at him with hungry eyes. Yes, afterward. Ron sighed heavily. After what? Draco did not respond with words. Instead he unfastened the buckle on his belt.
Ron pulled the belt away from Dracos waist, and started on his trouser button. Damned horny, perverted, big dicked bastard! Ron pulled Dracos trousers down and away, in a none too loving fashion, and tossed them aside. He leaned over Dracos semi-erect penis and took it in his hand. Hed only performed oral sex on Draco once before, and hated it. Remembering how hed nearly been choked last time, Ron felt like telling Draco hed bite it off if he tried it again. But Draco had already given him far too liberties, and Ron did not want to press his luck. He took a deep breath, and took the organ into his mouth. The head felt cool on his tongue, and Ron could already taste pre-ejaculate leaking from the tip. He pulled Dracos foreskin back get to get better access to the swelling glands. It tasted different than he remembered. Last time, Ron had been so focused on getting through the ordeal as quickly as possible, he hadnt really been paying attention to the act itself. This time though, he took note of Dracos flavor. It was somewhat bitter, but kind of sweet, and something else he couldnt quite describe. All in all, it wasnt quite as unpleasant as he would have expected.
Draco quickly reach full mast in Rons mouth. Ron found himself taking more of Draco in of his own volition. He felt Dracos hand on the back of his head, but it was not forcing or holding him down, simply patting him encouragingly. As much as Ron had hated getting face fucked the last time, this actually wasnt so bad. Different, obviously. Ron had never imagined hed ever take another mans dick in his mouth, least of all Draco Malfoys. Nor had he imagined that Draco would not have the pencil dick Ron had always accused him of. Or that maybe, maybe, he could get use to sucking it, just a bit. Not that he liked sucking Draco, or doing anything sexual with him at all. Still it was his job now, and he was beginning to see that perhaps it would not be such a chore to suffer through it.
That a girl. Draco said. Ron wondered what he meant, when he realized hed taken Dracos entire length. Shit. Hell never let me live this down. Ron sucked and slurped at Dracos cock for another 20 minutes straight. Here it comes. He heard Draco say, and felt him remove his hand from his head. Ron bobbed his head up and down three more times. Oh, here it comes. Draco repeated. Ron continued slurping. Finally a blast of hot semen hit the back of his throat. Ron back away, just in time to receive a blast to the face. He watched Draco fire off five or six more shot, cum dripping down his face all the while. It wasnt until Draco finished, that he wiped it off.
Draco took a deep breath. He tilted his head up at Ron and smiled, saying God Weasley, I didnt actually think youd do it. It was then that Ron realized where hed messed up. Draco had warned him, twice, hed taken his hand away, hed given Ron every opportunity to back off, and Ron had still taken his load anyway. Fuck! Ron couldnt even blame Draco this time, hed done it all himself. Voldemort was right, he has trained me well. Draco cleaned Ron more thoroughly, and removed the rest of the transfigurations. Youre quite the dirty little slut when you want to be, arent you? Ron scowl at him and got off the bed. He removed his panties, which were now painfully tight around his male anatomy, and laid in bed naked beside Draco. Ron laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, refusing to look at Draco at all. The annoying blonde simply leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He laid his head down next to Ron, rubbing his arm. But youre my dirty little slut, and I suppose youve earned this. Ron looked at him, a bit confused, before Dracos head ducked under the covers. Oh fuck! And Draco rewarded his darling wife, proving he could give as good as he could received.
So there you have it. Sorry if it didnt emphasize enough on the cross dressing for those of you who wanted it, but this is kinna new territory for me, so I tried my best. Chapters one through seven have already been written, so theyll be more up soon. Thank you for reading.