The One Who Loves You.

Ron sighed heavily. His hands were trembling, today was the big day and he was nervous as hell. He took a deep steadying breath and shook his hands.

“Come on, Weasley. You can do this, piece of cake.” He said to his reflection as he stared at himself in a gorgeous Armani suit, he shook his head. Draco always had to show off his wealth. He didn’t mind that he bought one for Ron, but for the rest of the wedding party as well, it was just crazy.

‘No you’re crazy, Ron for thinking of doing this.’

“Shut up.” Alright, he’s back to having a conversation with himself. Draco always says ‘Having conversations with yourself is not odd, Weasley. It’s when you answer yourself back. That’s when you should be evaluated for St. Mungo’s.’

He couldn’t help that he talked to himself, he found that most of the time he was the best at giving himself advice. Right now, it was screaming for him to back out.

He shook his hands again, still trying to tie a perfect knot; if it was out of place Draco would have a fit. He looked up when he heard the door open.

“Hey, mate.” Harry said smirking at Ron in the mirror. Ron had an odd feeling of deja vu, like he’s been here, Harry finding him, like this, looking at his reflection in the mirror, a mixture of nerves and horror at his wardrobe, thinking he was going to be the laughing stock once everyone saw him. He shook his head clear.

“Hey.” Ron said holding up his tie. “Help.” He said pleadingly.

Harry laughed and walked over to him. He looked amazing in his suit; Ron hoped that Harry could help him as well. His tie was tied in a perfect knot.

“Nervous?” Harry asked taking the tie in hand and measuring it along Ron’s chest as Ron held his neck high for Harry to have room.

“A little, you?”

“Nope. Not at all.” He said smirking.

Of course Harry wouldn’t be. He was never nervous. Not even when he was about to play a game of Quidditch or even going against Voldemort during the final battle, he always had the confidence. Ron sure needed some now.

He smiled thinking about a time when confidence was right there when he needed it.

~*~

I know you’re going and
I can’t make you stay, I
Can only let you know, I’ll
Love you anyway...

“Weasley, are you listening to me?” Malfoy asked looking at Ron as Ron stared off into his own world.

“Huh?” Ron asked taking the masticated quill out of his mouth and spitting out a few feathers. “Sorry, what?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Why of all people did Snape have to partner me with, did it have to be you, I’m not going to be the only one doing the research on this bloody project, so a little help if you please.”

Ron snorted. Malfoy arched a brow. Ron snorted again and this time Malfoy’s brow went almost to his hairline. “It’s nothing.” Ron said smirking.

Malfoy gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to take the quill Weasley was just chewing on and shoving into the redhead’s fucking nose. He pinched the bridge of his own nose and huffed out an exasperated breath. “Weasley, what the fuck is the matter?”

“Nothing, just never thought in my wildest dreams that you would actually say ‘please’. To me.”

“Yeah, well don’t get used to it, cause I don’t think you’ll be hearing it again.” Malfoy said going back to his note taking.

“I kinda like it actually.” Ron said twirling the quill in his fingers.

Malfoy looked up lightly and cocked his head to the side, as if sizing Ron up. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. Just talking to myself really.”

“Alright, I’m going to go look for this next text, why don’t you have your other self, preferably the one with the brains look through this book.” He said pointing to the text that was open in front of Ron. “And have it take some decent notes, and hopefully your other self doesn’t write in what could be only construed as chicken scratch.”

Ron snorted again as Malfoy turned to leave, Malfoy stopped and turned to glare once more at him before disappearing behind the stacks.

Ron chuckled to himself. He didn’t know what it was about Malfoy, but lately he had been thinking he’d like to get to know the Slytherin a bit better, in the biblical sense. Ron had figured out he wasn’t interested in girls anymore when Hermione became more of a nagging sister and Justin Finch-Fletchey became something he’d want to snog senseless. He’s been dating blokes since.

His family was fine with it, Harry and Hermione as well. He was glad for that, nothing worse than coming out of the closet and no one there to welcome you.

Coming back in Seventh Year and being made Headboy was a surprise. But coming back and seeing Malfoy again and wanting to grab him into a nearby alcove and rip his clothes off so he could suck every piece of the alabaster flesh, that, was an even bigger surprise.

Ron casually looked around the library. Pince didn’t seem to be in sight and no one else was in there beside a few second years and they were all the way in the front. Ron stood up shucked his outer robe off and decided to take a chance.

And if the road you take leads to
Heartbreak, somewhere down
The line, if someone ever hurts
You or treats your heart unkind...

Malfoy was in the very back of the restricted section, his nose buried in a thick tome. His finger skimming through the pages, Ron felt his heart race. Seeing Malfoy’s finger touching the page and moving it so slow and sinuously was making his pulse quicken, thinking of Malfoy running that same finger down Ron’s chest.

Ron walked slowly to him and stood right behind him leaning in close to whisper. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

He watched Malfoy tense. More out of surprise then out of being repulsed or disgusted to Ron being so close that Malfoy could actually lean back and put his head on Ron’s shoulder.

“Bloody hell, Weasley – you scared me half to death.” Malfoy said closing the book and turning to look up at Ron, the book hitting Ron lightly. “Weasley?” Malfoy said looking at him confused. “You’re in my space.”

“Am I?”

“You know you are. I can barely move without me – what the fuck?!” Malfoy said as he moved slightly and felt something hard against his pelvis. “Weasley – is that what I think it is?”

Ron smirked. “Mmm – you wanna see it?”

“Are you –” What Malfoy was going to say, it was lost on Ron, because Ron had yanked the book from Draco’s hand, tossed it onto the ground and hauled him up, depositing him on the desk behind them and began to plunder the pouty mouth.

You just run to the arms of the
One Who Loves You, you just run
to these arms and these two arms
Will keep you warm...

Before long Draco’s legs were wrapped around Ron’s waist and Ron had unzipped Draco’s trousers and was casually stroking him through his silk boxers. “Please.” Draco whimpered.

Ron smirked into his lips. “Thought I’d never get to hear those words?”

Draco growled and yanked Ron’s head back as it snapped lightly, Ron winced and grinned. “If you paid attention, I said ‘I don’t think’ now if you’re done with your teasing. Get to work.”

Ron leered at Draco and kissed his neck once, licking at the red mark that he had made before bending low to take the impressive length into his mouth.

“Weasley...you are my king.” Draco panted as he fisted Ron’s hair.

~*~

“Ron, you alright.” Harry said waving a hand in front of his face.

When rain has found your heart,
Never fear, I’m never far, you
Just run to the arms of The One
Who Loves You...

Ron blinked twice and smiled. “Yeah, mate – just thinking.”

Harry laughed. “Figured as much. You went a bit catatonic on me and I noticed that happens anytime you need to think.”

Ron punched Harry on the arm rolling his eyes. “Bite me.”

“Don’t think Draco would like that.” Harry said rubbing his arm, wincing lightly.

Ron just shook his head. “Oh, you two look amazing.” Ginny said coming through the door.

Ron smiled at his sister as she beamed with joy. “Not as beautiful as you, love.” Harry said kissing Ginny softly.

Ginny blushed while Ron looked on. “I’ve got to check on something really quick.” Said Harry as he stared at the two siblings. “Be right back.”

They both nodded and Ginny stood in front of her big brother. She smiled softly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Just nervous.”

“It will be all right, Ron – just a few hours and it’s done. Then you’ll be laughing.” She said hugging him tightly.

It never ceased to amaze him just how strong his little sister was, anytime she put one of those bone crushing hugs around him, it always surprised him.

“How do you think Draco feels?” Ginny said as they sat down on the sofa, though Ron stood back up. Just the mention of Draco and it made him nervous again.

“Bet he's calm as can be, he was always calm, even when he should be frightened.” Ron said chuckling.

Ginny laughed. “Remember that time I caught you two making out in Myrtle’s bathroom.”

Ron laughed with her and decided to take a seat. “Yeah, I was so scared that you were going to throttle me.”

“Nearly did.” She said holding onto her swelling belly. “But I looked into your eyes and saw that what you two were doing, was not just a spur of the moment thing or a careless fling.” Ron smiled softly as she touched his cheek. “I saw love, Ron.”

“Me too.” He whispered as he took her hands and kissed them. “I did too, Gin.”

~*~

Ron’s tie lay against his naked chest as Draco lavished him with kisses and small bites. Draco’s hands were down the back of his trousers kneading his arse as Ron held Draco steady since Draco was sitting on one of the sinks.

“This is where the Chamber is.” Ron said panting.

“What?”

“The Chamber of Secrets.” Ron said nibbling on Draco’s shoulder.

“Lovely.” Draco said leaning back to undo Ron’s belt. “Pesky trousers – it’s a crime you have to wear these. If I had my way, you’d be starkers all day.” Draco said smirking before going back to kissing Ron.

Ron smiled as Draco moved to his chest again. “But then everyone would get to see me starkers.”

Draco growled. “You're mine, Weasley.”

“Mmm – it was your idea. Speaking of trousers, need you out of yours...now.”

Draco lifted his arse lightly so Ron would be able to yank them down. Draco didn’t even realize Ron had them unbuttoned. Ron smiled against Draco’s neck. And swat his behind.

Draco moaned deep in his throat. “Naught boy, Draco.”

“Again.”

Ron smacked his arse, making sure this swat would sting. “Ow!” Draco yelped.

“What?” Ron said grinning.

“Not that you prat.” Draco said jumping down from the sink and gazing in the mirror at the hand print on his lily white ass. “You brute.” He said pouting.

Ron smirked in that way that made Draco melt. “Come here.” Ron said huskily.

“No, not if you’re going to smack me again.”

“You’re the one who said ‘again’.” Ron said and added the heady moan Draco was using at the time.

Draco folded his arms. “I meant – say my name, again.”

Ron grinned lasciviously at him and pulled Draco to him by his tie. The Slytherin walked toward him, his pants around his ankles and Ron caught a glimpse of his arse with his hand print and the reason Ron said he was a naughty boy. “I’m sorry, Draco.” He said low as his lips rested against Draco’s and Ron flicked at the red rubber object that was slightly protruding between Draco’s cheeks. Draco moaned. “That’s why you’re naughty.” Ron said kissing him deeply as he drug his hands down and around Draco’s waist, while Draco kicked away his trousers, he yanked one of Draco’s legs up to rest on his hip as he reached around and gently eased the plug out. Draco was gasping into Ron’s mouth and once the plug was fully out, Draco let out another moan, though Ron couldn’t tell if it was out of pleasure or out of loss.

Draco started to kiss Ron’s body as Ron pulled the plug up to inspect and wondered again just how his boyfriend could’ve sat all day with this thing embedded inside of him. “Ahem.” Draco cleared his throat.

Ron smiled and Draco watched as Ron brought the plug to his mouth and licked from tip to base and all around it. “Nice.” Ron said smirking.

Draco growled ferally and swat it out of Ron’s hands and jumped up into Ron’s arms latching onto the redhead as Ron toppled back, Draco was attacking his mouth in a fury of lust. While Ron just chuckled.

Ron didn’t even have his dick out when the door to Myrtle’s bathroom opened and he heard a wail of horror.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ron let go of Draco’s lips, his hands were on Draco’s bare ass as the blond’s legs were wrapped in a vice like grip around his waist.

“Ronald.” Draco said kissing his face. “I’m waiting.”

“Draco, um.” and then Ron put him down and pushed Draco behind him to shield his nakedness. “Lo, Gin.” Ron said smoothing out his hair.

His little sister marched straight up to him and started poking him in the chest. “How long?”

“Uh”

“Are you mad, insane – what if mum and dad find out – what’s everyone going to say?” he couldn’t get a word in. She just kept going on and on, poking him in the chest, gesticulating wildly with her hands. Saying how the twins would never let him live it down, Hermione and Harry would be livid, yada, yada, yada...

The whole school would be in an uproar...his head was swimming with answers, but she wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise. Suddenly the poking stopped and he looked down and saw Draco Malfoy standing in front of him, naked as the day he was born, still slightly hard and looking down at his sister with the Malfoy sneer in place.

“Ginerva, if you’re done – with your poking, I’ll explain what's going on, so Ron can resume his – poking.”

Ron groaned and rubbed at his face. This was not going to be good.

~*~

I want you happy, I want
The best for you and if you
Have to leave to find your
Dreams I hope your dreams
Come true...

Ginny was holding her stomach laughing so hard. “It’s not funny.” Ron said through gritted teeth.

“It was at the time.” She said wiping her eyes. “He was so angry because I interrupted you guys. Not angry because you were caught, angry because he was about to get some and I was in the way.”

“That’s Malfoy for you, one track mind.”

“I try to forget the images from that day.” She said shuddering as Ron chuckled, “but the words, I’ll always remember them.”

“Yeah, me too. He said that we weren’t a fling and that he may not know if we had a future, but he would like to find out.” Ron said sighing.

“It was sweet, though he was still a bit curt with me.”

“Yeah well, again that’s Malfoy for you.” Then Ron smirked remembering something even more funny. “Know what I remember though.”

“What.” Ginny said leaning her head on his shoulder.

“You picking up that butt plug and wondering what it was, touching every part of it.”

She made a disgusted face and rose quickly preparing to leave before Ron planted more of the memory she had been repressing for three years now. “Stop.” She said putting her fingers in her ears.

“What is this thing, Ron? This is weird, Ron.” He said mockingly. “Where did this come from, Ron?” He said again trying his best to imitate her voice.

“Stop.”

Ron started laughing loudly. “Bloody hell, you even smelled it. Remember?”

“You’re so lucky you have to look your best otherwise I would send a bat bogey on you.” She said whipping out her wand.

Ron held his hands up in surrender. Then reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. “I love you, Gin.”

She took a deep breath. “You’re going to be fine. And I love you too, but if you breathe one word of that story I’ll kill you.” She said pulling back and poking him in the stomach.

“I won’t” He said kissing the top of her head.

Harry opened the door and smiled. “It’s time.”

Ron nodded and with one last glance in the mirror, decided it was the best he could do and followed them out.

~*~

Ron smiled as he watched his family and friends. It was a beautiful day, a beautiful ceremony and a beautiful man. His heart was fit to burst.

But if the world you find
Brings you hard times, if
Someone makes you cry,
I’ll be there to hold you
I’ll be standing by...

Ginny sidled up to him, holding a plate of food. He arched a brow at her. “Isn’t this your third plate, Gin?”

She glared at him. “I’m pregnant you twit, I’m eating for two.”

“Three.” He corrected.

She beamed. “Three.” She said smiling, she followed his gaze and just as she thought, it was resting on Draco. “Have you asked mum to dance?”

“Mmm – in a moment. But I have to do something first.” He said setting down his glass of champagne and straightening his tie.

“Ron – you sure?”

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I have to.”

She nodded and watched him leave.

Ron walked to the dance floor, weaving through the crowd of friends, family, old class mates, and some people they worked with during the war, Quidditch players, people from Malfoy industries and lastly the happy couple.

“Harry, may I.” Ron asked tapping him on the shoulder; Harry pulled away from Draco and smiled.

“Of course, Ron – just return him to me soon, we have to cut the cake.” Harry said kissing Draco once.

“Will do.” Ron said taking the blond into his arms.

You just run to the arms of the
One Who Loves You, you just run
To these arms and these two arms
Will keep you warm...

Draco tensed lightly, but then relaxed. Ron just stared down at him, getting lost inside the grey eyes that he used to just stare into hoping to see a window into his soul.

“How are you?” Ron asked resting his hand on the small of his back.

“Fine – are you having fun?” Draco asked not looking up at Ron. One of his hands was resting over Ron’s heart.

“No.” Ron whispered.

When rain has found your heart,
Never fear, I’m never far, you
Just run to the arms of The One
Who Loves You...

“Well the party has just started and we have some amazing entertainment – and I know Harry has some blokes that he’d –”

Ron stopped him by placing his finger against Draco's lips. “Are you happy?” He asked, trying so hard not to cry.

Draco nodded, but still wouldn’t look up at Ron. “At least one of us is...just tell me one thing, Draco?”

“What?”

“Why?”

“I – I don’t know why.”

“That’s not good enough.” Ron said pulling him closer. He could feel Draco’s heart beating wildly.

“Ron – you started working for the Aurors and you were so busy – and Harry and I were playing Quidditch, well he was the Seeker and I was the owner and well we were spending more time together – you and I just grew apart.”

My love is strong enough
You know, strong enough
To let you go...

“Did you ever love me?” Ron asked resting his forehead against Draco’s.

“I did.” Draco said his hands now resting on Ron’s chest as if trying to get more distance between them. “But, things change. People change.”

“I’ve never changed.” Ron said touching his cheek. “I love you.”

But I’ll always hold
You inside my heart...

“Please.” Draco whispered trying to hold back his tears.

Suddenly the lights went out inside Malfoy Manor and Ron took his moment and kissed Draco. Putting all of the passion, the love, everything that he ever felt into that kiss.

“Everybody, relax. The power will be on in a minute. For now if you got your wands, let’s just do a quick Lumos.” Ron heard his father say.

“If you ever need me I’ll come, doesn’t matter when or where, I’ll come for you. I love you, Draco. Even when I take my last breath, it'll be your name on my lips when I die.” Ron said kissing him on the forehead before letting him go.

And if you should ever
Change your mind, you
Can come back anytime
And when you do...when
You do...you can just run...

About a hundred wands lit up and surrounded Draco as he watched the flash of red disappear into the darkness, his lips still tingling from Ron’s touch. He felt Harry come up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist.

“Alright, Draco?” He asked holding him tight.

“Tired.” Draco said nodding.

“Well all we have to do is cut the cake and we’ll be off to Tahiti for a week.” Harry said beaming. “And then we’ll start our new life together.”

~*~

You just run to the arms of the
One Who Loves You, you just run
To these arms and these two arms
Will keep you warm...

Ron strode out of the Manor his hands in his pockets and wiped a stray tear that he allowed to escape now that he was finally out of there.

“Should’ve known better to love someone who was way out of your league, Ron, all you’ve brought yourself is pain and misery.” He said to himself.

“I know.” He answered back. “But, I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

When rain has found your heart,
Never fear, I’m never far, you
Just run to the arms of The One
Who Loves You...

Ron turned back for one last look as the lights returned to the Manor and through one of the huge windows he could see Harry and Draco standing by their twelve tiered wedding cake, hand in hand smiling as someone was taking their picture.

“I’m yours forever, Draco – and when you’re ready to come back to me, I’ll be waiting.”

Run...to the arms of The One
Who Loves You... 

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"The Arms of The One Who Loves You": by Xscape.