Finished this chapter a while ago but forgot to post it. So here it is, I truly hope you enjoyed story. Thank you to all of you who have followed it from the beginning and offered words of advise and encouragement.

To Have and to Hold

It was a beautiful spring day. Draco and Ron decided to renew their vows in spring so their children could attend the ceremony while they were on brake, and so Draco and Ron could go on their second honeymoon when the boys returned to school. The sun was shining brightly, there not a cloud in the sky, and Malfoy Manor and its grounds shimmered in its light (embellished with the magical assistance of a crew of jovial house elves). Draco was in his room looking himself in the mirror. The robes he wore were quite a bit different from the ones he had the first time he was married. They were made of silver colored satin. The front was adorned with crystal studs, and purls. Two entwined snakes were woven into the back of the robes, which trailed behind Draco in an elaborate train. He glanced out the window to see Ron already standing at the altar. Ron was dressed in gold robes, that gleamed in the bright sun. Draco was sure the two would end up blinding each other before the ceremony was over. Dracos mother was fussing over him, and his father looked as he wished to be anywhere else. Draco found his sons in the small crowd. Scorpius was trying to straighten his brothers robes, while Hugo shifted around impatiently, and seemed to be looking about for the nearest mud hole to roll around in. The guest list was much smaller than it had been the first time around. Just Dracos parents, Rons siblings, Goyle, Pansy and all the children. They were the only people that mattered to either Draco or Ron, and the only ones that truly deserved to be there.

There was a knock at the door, and Draco turned as his sister-in-law and maid of honor, entered the room. Ginny eyed Draco up and down, a huge smile on her face. You look amazing Draco. He returned her smile. Thank you. He turned back to the mirror, fussing over himself again. Are you nervous? Ginny asked. It seemed a ridiculous question. Partially because, he had no reason to be nervous for marrying someone he was already married to. But mainly because any idiot with eyes in their head could see he was a wreck. This is insane. He told her. Fifteen bloody years, and he still gets to me. Ginny walked over to him. Thats how it should be. And for what its worth, you still get to him too. Draco glanced out the window again. Even from this distance, Draco could tell Ron wasnt fairing much better than he was, though he made a hell of a show of hiding it. Ron had told Draco before after his proposal that he didnt deserve Draco, that the man could do so much better than him. Ron said if he spent the rest of his days trying, he could never prove himself worthy of even licking the Dracos boots, but he was willing to try, all the same. Draco felt that was a bit harsh. Theyd both made mistakes, theyd both forgiven each other, and were both working to improve. The past few months Draco and Ron had spent courting each other, was like meeting each other for the first time. This time, Ron was not resistant to Dracos affection, did not deny his mutual adoration for him. They had even remained celibate until the wedding, and Draco had admitted, that there was so much more to love about his wife (or was it husband now?), so much about his Ron, than just his gorgeous body. He new Ron was an amazing person, but only now did he see how truly amazing Ron could be to him. And he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with the man. Its time. Ginny said. Are you ready? Draco nodded, pulling the thick silver hood over his head. Ready.

The ceremony had been lovely, and the party was magnificent. Even Draco had to admit that he preferred a gaggle of drunken, riotous Weasleys, to a horde of stiff, dreadfully dull purebloods any day. Fireworks lit up the sky above the Malfoy estate, and Dracos in-laws sang and danced well into the night. The party died, and most of the adult Weasleys, as well as a few of the older teens, had passed out on the lawn. Draco had whisked Ron away well before that, though, to a penthouse suite in Paris. They stood before the door, and before Draco could protest, Ron had hoisted him over his shoulder, and carried him into the room. He dropped Draco down on the bed, and they both laughed. Draco took Rons face in his hands. I love you so much. I love you. Ron whispered. Dracos smile broadened. Say that again. I love you. They kissed. Again. I love you. Ron pulled off his robe and started on Dracos. Again. Draco pleaded between kisses. I love you. Soon they were naked, tangled in each others bodies. It truly felt like their first time. Ron pulled away looking serious. Dracos smile faltered. Whats wrong? Ron shook his head. Ive never made love to you before. Not really. Draco smiled sheepishly. Well theres a first time for everything. And it is our wedding night. Ron was sucking at Dracos neck in no time. He grabbed the smaller man behind his knees, and pulled them upward and out. Ron growled something in Malfoys ear that sounded like Yours. He forced his way into Draco, and Draco accepted him willingly. Ron propped himself up, looking down into Dracos eyes. Only yours. he said. Mine. Draco affirmed. Ron was thrusting into him. His movement was slow at first, but his power was evident. Mine. Ron growled, echoing Dracos statement. He pounded the blonde harder and harder, gripping the bed sheets tight enough to tear them. Draco raked his finger across Rons back, hard enough to break skin. Neither cared, they not only wanted to take each other, they wanted to mark each other. Ron had never made love to Draco, and it seemed he would not be doing it tonight either. His need was too primal, too carnal, to resemble anything but lust.

Draco let Ron do things to him that night, he had not allowed through their entire marriage. Rons need were desperate, he need to claim Draco as his own. He needed to prove it to Draco as much to himself. And Draco needed to be claimed, he need to know he, and he alone, was the one Ron wanted. He was sure hed be sore, possibly even bruised in the morning, but it didnt matter. To have his precious, fiery haired god, back, ravaging him, had made it all worth it. Ron exploded inside him, but his erection remained as strong as ever. Hed barely even slowed down, before he was back at full steam, pounding Draco again.

When Draco woke, he could barely moved. Every muscle in his upper body screamed in pain, and he was sure he was paralyzed from the waist down. He rolled over onto his back, vaguely remembering some of the things he and Ron had done the night before. Things theyd not even attempted in their twenties. Draco laughed at the thought, and turned to look at his husband. But Ron was not there, Draco was utterly alone. The balcony door was open, admitting a warm breeze. The sun appeared to be setting, and Draco wondered how long hed been out. Had he really slept a full day?

Draco sat up, and the pain in his rear made him wish he hadnt. There was a light knock at the door. Putting so much as a bathrobe on, was out of the question. It took all Dracos effort to simply cover himself with the bed sheet. There was another knock as he reached for his wand. Just a minute. He flicked his wand at the door, opening it. A young, and rather chipper looking bellhop entered the room, wheeling in a meal cart. Evening, sir. He said in French. He pushed the cart beside Dracos bed, uncovering it. Your husband ordered for you, and left this. He handed Draco a note. The bellhops words rung in his ears. Ron was Dracos husband now, not his legal property, not his servant, his husband. He thought made him smile. He returned his attention to the note, which read:

Enjoy your lunch, Ill be back soon.

Ron.

Draco smirked. What is he up to? He wondered. Draco looked up to see the bellhop staring at him. Staring at his half naked body, to be precise, with a rather familiar look in his eyes. Normally, Draco felt uncomfortable letting anyone other than Ron see him without even a shirt. Partially because he was brought up to believe such things were improper, but mostly it was due to his scars. But something about his experience the previous night made him feel confident, sexy, and even a bit daring. Draco decided to play with the boy a bit, and threw his covers aside. The poor bellhop looked at though hed had a heart attack at the sight of Dracos manhood. Draco limped over the his coin-purse on the dresser, and held out a few gallions for the boy. The bellhop took the coins and left the room stuttering his thanks.

Draco had eaten, showered and dressed by the time Ron returned. Ron ran to his husbands arms, and they kissed deeply. It wasnt until they parted that Draco noticed the bags in Rons hands. He laughed, gesturing at them. Whats all this, then? Ron rummaged through one shopping bag, and pulled out a black velvet box. He handed it to Draco. I hope you like it. He said, with a nervous smile. Draco opened the box. Inside was a lapel pin, crafted in the image of a silver ferret and a gold weasel, chasing each other in a circle. Draco laughed. I love it. Ron grinned at him. Oh wait, theres more. Ron unlatched a second bag from his arm, handing it too Draco. Draco reached inside, and removed a sea green sweater. He unfolded it and held it up, looking at the silver D stitched into the front. Ron answered Dracos question before he could ask it. Mum never got the chance to make you a real one. Had to have someone stitch the D into this one. Rons voice was softer than before. Even now, the loss of his mother cut deep. Draco would have loved to received one of Molly Weasleys sweaters, and felt honored that Ron wouldve wanted him to have it. Thank you. Draco pulled Ron close and kissed him.

Ron looked down at Draco lovingly, before he pulled away. One more thing. He reached into his last bag, and took out a jar and handed it to Draco. On closer inspection, Draco realized it was a ceremonial jar. More specifically, it was a fertility jar commonly used in sex magic rituals. Like the one that theyd used when theyd created Scorpius and Hugo. Draco looked up at his husband. Ron? Ron looked away sheepishly. I just thought. Just in case. Setting the jar down carefully, Draco pulled Ron into his embrace and kissed him deeply.

Five Years Later

Hugo Weasley! The entire hall burst into applause, as Hugo took the stage. Ron was on feet clapping Draco on the back Thats our boy! Hugo! Ron whistled loudly, as Hugo waved his diploma above his head, giving the thumbs up to the crowd. Draco looked to Scorpius who was sitting on Rons opposite side. He smiled back at Draco, rolling his eyes, clearly embarrassed by his ginger fathers behavior. Draco looked to his right, to his daughter. He took the young girls hand, pointing up at Hugo, who was stepping down off the stage. Thatll be you someday, Rose. The girl smiled back at him. When I go to Hogwarts, Poppa? Draco kissed his daughter on the forehead. Yes, baby. When you go to Hogwarts. Draco turned back to his husband, the man that had given him everything. The past five years had entirely eclipsed the first fifteen of their marriage. Voldemorts empire had collapsed, Draco played a major part in rebuilding the Ministry, and their marriage could now be recognized as a loving union rather than a form of bondage.

Though Draco would never say it out loud, and certainly never to Ron, learning of Rons infidelity had been the best thing to happen to their marriage. It had forced all the things they refused to share with each other to the surface. Their fears, there doubts, even the depths of their love for each other. Ron and Draco had been forced to truly see each other for the first time, and Draco had been thankful that Ron still wanted the man he saw. Everything about how they interacted with each other had changed once their vows were renewed, and even more so when Voldemort was gone. Ron now had a life beyond the walls of Malfoy Manor. He worked with survivors of the arranged marriages who were less fortunate than himself. Helping to heal their physical and emotional scars and reintroduce them to the world gave him a sense of purpose hed not had in a long time. Scorpius was well on his way to possibly becoming the younger member f the Wizengammot. Though he could not freely say so during Voldimorts reign, he believed it was necessary to bridge the gap between the muggle and wizarding worlds, and wanted to work toward that goal within the ministry. Hugo had already been signed on to join the Chudly Cannons, Ron almost died at the news, and would be going off to training camp within the week.

Draco could not be more proud of his family. He could be imagine a father blessed with more gifted and beautiful children, and could not begin to fathom anyone have a more beautiful and loving spouse. He looked over at Ron longingly, at the exact moment Ron looked at him, and saw his entire future in the mans eyes. Truly, the heavens had smiled on him the day he took Ron Weasley as his bride.