This ones brief, but I would like to think its important. Months have passed since chapter four, and things are not exactly as Draco would have expected. Ron makes a confession, and is confronted with the possible return of an old rivalry.

Everythings Fine

Draco and Ron stood side by side on platform 9, watching as the train pulled in. It stopped with a loud hiss. Moments later Hugo, bounded off the train, running toward them, arms wide and grinning ear to ear. Father, Dad. Draco stumbled a bit, as Hugo had nearly knocked him over. He hugged the boy, patting his head. Theres my boy! how are you, Hugo? Im good, Father. Hugo looked up at him, with Rons blue eyes. Draco had raised the boys to be almost, though not quite, as formal with him as Lucius as been. Though he was slightly more lenient when it came to Hugo. Ron on the other hand, had a very relaxed relationship with both, though he tended to spoil Scorpius a bit more. As a result, the boys had always called Draco father while referring to Ron as Dad. It worked out fine, all in all.

After greeting Hugo, Draco and Ron looked up to see Scorpius exit the train. Unlike his brother, Scorpius walked calmly over to his parents, his Malfoy strut practiced to perfection. Father, Dad. He said simply. He sneered at his brother, who was still tangled in Dracos arms, none too impressed with the boys childish behavior. Scorpius never was one for public show of affection, though he did offer Ron a brief one armed hug.

The Malfoys returned home, where Ron had prepared a welcome home feast for the boys, as he had done every year. During dinner, Hugo regaled them with tales of his adventures that year, while Scorpius spoke plainly about classes and studies. Afterwards, the boys retreated to their rooms, while Draco and Ron enjoyed wine on the porch. They were seated side by side, holding hands, and watching the sunset. It was almost perfect. Almost, except for the fact that Ron was a million miles away. It was beyond frustrating. A Few months ago, Ron had treated Draco to some of the best sex of his entire life. Of a hundred lifetimes, he was sure. It was beyond physically gratifying, it was soul shaking. He could not imagine what had gotten into Ron that night, or where that fire had gone, but it had left Draco thirsty for more. Draco had hoped that maybe things would be different between them after that, but instead, Ron seemed more distant than ever. He barely even touched Draco anymore, barely even looked at him. They had not had sex in months, a record for them, and the last time they did (shortly after Rons groundbreaking performance) it had seemed rather forced and unsatisfying.

It wasnt just the sex, or lack there of, that bothered Draco. Ron seemed to be going through the motions. He still fixed Dracos meals, still fetched his slippers and scotch after work, still did all the things he had before, but he just wasnt quite there. He spent no more time around Draco than he had to, sometimes it even seemed he was cutting there time together short. His mind never seemed to be on what ever topic they were discussing, and Draco had even snapped him out of a few daydreams during their conversations. It was like Ron had regressed to how he was when they first married. Before Scorpius was born, before Ron had somewhat accepted Draco as his new family, he played the part of the dutiful wife, but there was no feeling behind it. But raising Scorpius together, and later, Hugo, had slowly brought them closer. Draco remember the first time they saw their first born off to school. Ron had buried his face into Dracos chest, sobbing about his little boy growing up. It was the first time he felt he and Ron shared something. Perhaps not love, but something.

Now though, Ron was a ghost, he was hallow. He may as well have been a house elf, for all the affection he showed Draco. Draco felt somewhat guilty for feeling the way he did. For all he knew, something terrible could be going on with Ron. Something that, for whatever reason, he didnt feel comfortable sharing with Draco. With that thought, Draco set his glass aside, and turned to Ron. Can I ask you something? Ron flashed him an empty smile. Of course. He gripped Dracos hand reassuringly. Whats been going on with you these past few months? Ron looked as though he had no idea what Draco was talking about. What do you mean? Draco looked away. I dont know, you just seem more distant. Looking back at Ron, he asked Is everything alright? Ron shrugged his shoulders. Everythings fine. He turned away from Draco, sipping his drink.

Minutes went by, the sky was now dark, and the first stars were starting to emerge. Ron stood, collecting their glasses. You coming in? Yes, I suppose so. He sighed and followed his wife inside. Ron chased a house elf away from the sink, and started doing the dishes himself. It never ceased to amaze Draco how Ron tried to take on all the house work himself. He figured it must have had something to do with the red heads upbringing. He wanted to go over and hug Ron, to feel his skin, breath in his scent. But hed been rejected so many times he had given up, the heart could only take so much, after all. Im going to go take a shower. He announced. Mmm hmm. Ron did not even bother looking up from the dishes.

Draco stood in the large, marble shower, warm water running down his body. He turned his head to the spray for a moment, before rolling it back down again. His eyes were closed, as he pictured Rons body before him. His firm chest, his chiseled abs, that tight round ass. Dracos hand found his own cock, without meaning to. He wanted to taste Rons nipples again, inhale his the aroma from his dick, before taking it whole down his throat. He wanted to feel Rons warmth around his cock. Draco was hard within seconds. He stroked himself to the thought of Ron, something he had not needed to do in years. Not to say he hadnt wanked off every now and then, but it was purely for casual self pleasure, not necessary release. His wife took care of his every need. Draco had a voracious sexual appetite, and Ron had always obliged him. He suppose he had gotten spoiled, expecting Ron to drop to his knees at Dracos beck and call. Technically, he should have expected just that, but hed decided years ago that that wasnt the kind of marriage he wanted with Ron. He had never, and would never, force the man to do anything he didnt want to. Draco came, and watched his spunk wash down the drain. The self-induced ejaculation paled in comparison to the powerful orgasms his bride could incite. Draco turned off the shower and stepped out.

Draco went to bed early, he woke shortly after to a shift of weight in the bed. A strong arm encircled his middle. He craned his neck to look behind him. Ron? A soft kiss to his cheek was the only answer he received. Im sorry. Ron whispered in his ear. For what? Ron pulled him closer, and Draco felt his warm breath on his neck. For acting the way Ive been these past few months. That and other stuff. Draco turned to face Ron. Ron looked deep into his eyes and continued. For not telling you, how gorgeous you are. Ron ran his hand through Dracos hair as he said this. For not thanking you for everything youve done for me. For everything that you do for me. Ron Ron, placed his hand over Dracos mouth to silence him. No, please, let me finish. Draco remained silent, and allowed Ron to continue. I I dont want there to be secrets between us. I ran into someone a while ago. Ron seemed to struggle with the next words. It was Hermione. We saw each other in Diagon Alley. We met up later for tea.

Dracos breath grew shallow. He was not sure he liked where this confession of Rons was going. We started talking about our lives, and our marriages, it got me thinking about the life Id planned out for myself before Rons fingers traced circles on Dracos chest. He had the same far away look in his eyes hed had for weeks, only now did Draco know what it meant. Ron looked up at Draco, as if not seeing him at all. I had this idea of what my future would be like, and then all that was taken away from me. By me? Dracos voice came out high and panicked. He knew their marriage had not started under ideal circumstances, but he had made a genuine effort to make Ron happy. He wasnt always sure he succeeded, but he couldnt bare the thought of Ron blaming him for not having the life he wanted. No! Ron answered, sounding almost horrified at Dracos accusation. No. He repeated, pulling his husband close to him. No, you saved me. I dont want to even think about where Id be without you. Ive just been caught up all the what ifs. Ive been completely ignoring what I have.

Ron held Draco, caressing his naked back. Draco breathed in Rons scent, and melted into Rons touch. Of all the wizards and witches on Earth, he alone would ever be able to be touched by Ron like this, to share things this intimate with him, to end each night and start each day with him for the rest of their lives. He was damned lucky and he knew it. He just wanted Ron to feel the same. He had never cared much for Grainger, but the thought of her sinking her claws into his Ron made his blood boil. I didnt sleep with her, you know. I didnt even kiss her. Draco made an indignant huff. I didnt ask. No, but you were thinking it and I wanted you to know. Draco wondered if there was such a thing as knowing a person too well.

Draco would have liked to have engaged in another of their rousing sex parades, that would have kept the kids up all night, and caused an exchange of awkward looks at the breakfast table the next day. Instead he was willing to settle for simply being in Rons arms, where he finally felt welcome.

So next chapter, our boy Ron gives his marriage the old college try. And, its Dracos birthday Woo-Hoo! Birthday Sex!