Back to Chapter 5: Accept the Unaccepted

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Find me here
Speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light that's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

August was a month of passion for Ron�at least in his dreams. He tried to stifle them, to no avail. It wasn�t that he didn�t enjoy them. On the contrary, they were extremely involving and most pleasurable. But the dreams, which had become increasingly graphic, taunted him with what he could not yet have, and Ron had a feeling they would only stop when they came true. So, knowing the time was not yet right to take that last step, he just had to take what enjoyment he could from his dreams, and that would have to be enough.

One day around mid-month, Ron observed Draco standing before his full-length mirror, giving his reflection a contemplative look. He frowned as Draco leaned in closer, turning his face this way and that, before examining the right side of his face. Ron could then see that he was scrutinising the scars on his cheek and jaw.

Suddenly noticing him watching from the doorway, Draco gave a start and quickly stepped away from the mirror, looking uncomfortable.

�Have you seen Madame Pomfrey about that?� Ron asked quietly.

�She said it was up to me whether or not I wanted them removed, but that it would be difficult and possibly painful,� Draco answered, his eyes troubled.

�I think they make you look�rugged.� Draco gave Ron a disbelieving look. �Very, I don�t know, masculine.� Ron shrugged.

Draco looked thoughtfully at his reflection once more. �Hmm.� His eyes then shifted to meet Ron�s in the mirror. �So, you think I should let things be? Save myself the pain?�

�It�s your face, you git, and your decision,� Ron responded, though he knew from his dreams what Draco would ultimately decide.

�Are you sure you handle a rugged Malfoy?� he drawled, giving Ron a slightly challenging look.

�I think you�ll be surprised,� Ron replied with a smirk he knew Draco would be proud of.

It was late August when Mr. Weasley attended an Order meeting at Grimmauld Place. While Ron was disappointed he couldn�t be around to eavesdrop on the meeting, it wasn�t worth having to spend the summer in that darkly disturbing house.

Ron bid his father goodbye before he Disapparated and made his way to Draco�s room. Draco had gone upstairs immediately after dinner, claiming fatigue, and Ron wanted to see if he needed anything.

The door was open and Draco was sitting up in bed, reading by candlelight. Sticking his head in the doorway, Ron asked, �Are you okay?�

Draco beckoned him into the room, and Ron sat on the edge of the bed. �Yes, I�m fine. Just a bit tired. It must be a delayed reaction from the de-gnoming we did the other day. I would never have guessed the aggression one can expend through gnome-tossing.�

Ron laughed. �Oh, before he left, my father wanted me to tell you he has a new Muggle gadget he wants to show you tomorrow.�

Draco looked pleased, then puzzled. �Where would he go at this late hour?�

�He had a meeting.�

�Ah,� Draco answered, comprehending what Ron wasn�t saying. �The forces of Light meeting for strategic discussions?�

Ron snorted. �Something like that.�

�So, I gather Potter will be attending?� Draco asked, watching Ron closely�though for what, Ron had no idea.

�I doubt it. They seem to have something against telling Harry about anything.�

Draco looked at Ron incredulously. �Do they have any idea how dangerous that is? An uninformed Potter is a reckless Potter. Surely they�ve figured that out by now.�

�Apparently not,� Ron replied, giving an annoyed expression as he thought of all the harm lack of information caused on various occasions.

�I don�t see why they haven�t asked you to join in their little discussions. You�re a brilliant strategist.�

Ron had one word for that. �Mum.�

�Hmm. Perhaps I can work on her for you,� he said with a calculating look. �Because, as both you and your Mum know, I am always right.�

Ron burst out in laughter. �Sure, Draco. Thanks.�

As Ron controlled his amusement, he noticed Draco�s sombre face. �What is it?�

�Look in the right pocket of my old robe, would you?� Draco asked, pointing to the torn robe folded on the desk chair.

Ron did as requested, pulling out a ring from the robe�s pocket. He recognised it as the silver snake ring Draco had worn since third year, a gift from his father. Eyebrows raised, he gave Draco a puzzled look.

�Molly told me you two were going to Diagon Alley soon to buy school supplies. Since I won�t be allowed to go, if you could be so good as to sell that in order to buy my replacement robes and books and such, I would appreciate it. It�s pure silver�those are emeralds in the snake�s eyes�and should fetch a moderate sum.� Draco gave a slight shudder. �I can�t bear to touch it anymore, let alone have it in my possession. Would you do that for me?�

Ron nodded, finally understanding the fading burn mark on Draco�s ring finger. �Of course.�

�I have to go to Hogwarts later today,� Draco said as they sat by the pond, which had become their favourite place to chat or just take in the gentle tranquillity of nature.

If Draco was expecting Ron to interrogate him on his reasons for going, he was mistaken. Ron, knowing the next full moon was fast approaching, simply asked, �Will you be back before school starts?�

�Yes.�

�Good.� Ron smiled.

Draco gave a miniscule smile in return. �Your smiles are contagious, you know. Most bothersome.�

Ron, realising this was as good at time as any, cleared his throat. �I, er, have something for you,� he said awkwardly. Pulling an object from his pocket, he presented it to Draco.

Draco gazed at the item Ron had dropped into his open palm: a pendant hanging from a thin cord of black leather. The pendant was not overly large, but he could easily discern its shape, which was a dragon of Imperial Jade. Draco gave Ron an inquiring look.

Ron flushed, the heat spreading down his neck and shoulders. �The stone is from Burma. I�m sorry it�s not a precious gem.�

Draco�s lip quirked. �Who said I needed a precious gem? It looks so delicate,� he remarked, tracing a finger along the smooth surface of the dragon from snout to tail.

�Yeah, while it appears delicate, it�s one of the strongest of its kind. It reminded me of you.�

�Thank you.� Draco, looking quite moved (by Malfoy standards), immediately placed the necklace round his neck. �I don�t have anything for you.�

�Don�t worry. It�s not my birthday.�

�It�s not my birthday, either.�

�No, but I thought you needed it just the same.�

They both returned their attention to the pond. After a few moments, Draco gently set his hand atop Ron�s, which was resting on the ground between them. Ron slowly turned his palm up, allowing their fingers to entwine.

Mr. Weasley arrived with Draco�s Portkey to Hogwarts when Draco and Ron were lounging about the sitting room later that afternoon. Arthur handed Draco the colourful tea cosy and gave him a reassuring smile. Standing as the Portkey was about to activate, Draco locked gazes with Ron, and his pale hand rose to clutch his pendant as he disappeared.

The next few days were a blur of supply buying and packing. While Draco was away, Ron sold his ring and was able to buy his school supplies. He was relieved at having something productive to do in order to get his mind off the worrying thoughts of Draco at Hogwarts. He only hoped Lupin was with him. Ron breathed a heavy sigh of relief when two days after the full moon Draco returned, though he looked like he had been run over by a raging hippogriff and slept the day away.

And thus it was the final day of the summer holidays. Ron was both anxious and excited about the coming days. He noticed Draco was just anxious, and understandably so. Whether he would be safe in Slytherin now and whether Ron�s best friends would accept their relationship, no matter how tentative it was, were answers Ron didn�t have. That part of their future was clouded to his Sight, which seemed to come and go as it pleased.

Thoughts of his visions led Ron to the decision that he would have to see Dumbledore about cultivating his new gift, though it really wasn�t very new, was it? He could remember making a few odd predictions that actually came true over the years, but never thought much of them before. For Merlin�s sake, in second year, he had guessed that Tom Riddle had murdered Moaning Myrtle! The manifestation of his Sight had just become a bit more visually explicit, he supposed.

Darkness fell as stood at his window, contemplating how things had changed, how Draco had changed, how he had changed. As he looked out over the night sky, a figure emerged from the house below. Stepping onto the grass, staring up at the waning moon was Draco, his fair hair glinting in the moonlight. His head turned and he glanced up at Ron�s window, slowly raising a delicate eyebrow. Ron took a deep breath and left the window.

A few minutes later, he joined Draco outside.

�Ferret.�

�Weasel.�

Their eyes met, and without exchanging a word, they began walking side-by-side, stride-for-stride across the yard and through the gnarled trees to the pond.

I think I�m going to miss this place,� Draco said softly, trailing his fingers along the leaves of the greenery by the pond. �And if you tell anyone, I will hex you.�

Ron just smiled.

�The threats were so much more effective when we hated each other,� Draco sighed in mock disappointment. �I�ll just have to take points off Gryffindor when we get back to school.�

�And you know I�ll just take them back from Slytherin.�

�I�m sure you will, and probably for some asinine reason,� Draco drawled. �In all seriousness, though, you have quite a family. I never knew. I never understood.�

They sat on the soft moss a few meters from the water as Draco continued, �Molly is the mother I�ve never deserved. In sharing an interest in odd Muggle things, I�ve realised your dad is smart and unique. The twins have helped me find joy in the ridiculous. And even your sister hasn�t grated on my nerves as much as I thought she would�well, at least she can�t hex me during the summer.

�My father gave me everything I wanted, but never what I needed. Your family has done nothing but give�the right sort of giving. Never take them for granted, Ron.�

Ron took this all in. �Have I given you anything?� he asked, both needing and dreading the answer Draco would provide.

Draco began counting off his fingers. �You pushed your way into my room and life when I just wanted to be left alone. You forced me out of said room and into your family. You restrained me from walking out on Lupin. You�ve confused me with your kindness.� He sighed, the counting hand reaching up to brush along his pendant. �And with you, I find�peace.�

Ron�s breath caught in his throat. Swallowing thickly, and unable to come up with an impressive response, he tried for humour instead. �Oh, you just like my family because they believe everything that comes out of your mouth, my mother especially.�

Draco gave a sly look. �Well, there is that��

They sat for a while, enjoying the night music of crickets and the soft breeze passing through the trees. Ron closed his eyes for a moment, unsure of what to do. The decision was taken out of his hands as he felt gentle fingers caressing the back of his hand. His eyes sprang open and he turned his head to meet Draco�s face. When he did, he found himself mesmerised.

With an open look so unlike that which used to grace his features, his loose hair now just brushing his shoulders, Ron realised Draco had slowly become the man of his dreams, literally. Unable to resist, Ron lifted a hand to stroke that smooth cheek. Draco�s mouth opened slightly as he sucked in an unsteady breath. Ron let his hand slide down Draco�s slender neck and under the high collar of his shirt, running his fingers over the marks he knew would be there. Draco froze, his eyes wide.

�It�s all right. I know,� Ron whispered. His fingers glided back up Draco�s skin to cup the back of his neck. Tugging his head forward slowly, Ron allowed his lips to hover over Draco�s. �It�s okay.�

Draco�s eyes fluttered closed in visible relief, and after a moment, he closed the minute distance between them, allowing their lips to meet at long last. When Draco�s mouth parted under his, Ron felt nothing short of triumphant. He felt as though he could conquer the world if he wished to. He could accomplish anything because Draco was finally his.

Ron carded the fingers of one hand through hair that really was as silky as it looked, his other hand unfastening the top few buttons of Draco�s shirt as they continued to kiss deeply. After a few minutes, they came up for air.

�How did you�� Draco broke off with a gasp as Ron began to nip at his collarbone to the column of his neck.

�I know the signs,� Ron replied matter-of-factly, voice slightly muffled as he gave the throat he worshipped one last lick before raising his head and meeting Draco�s eyes. �And I�ve been�Seeing things lately. Stories that need to be told, things that are meant to be.�

�Like what?� Draco asked, his lips ghosting over Ron�s with every word.

�Us. Together. Like this.�

Draco gave him a heated kiss in response, his tongue boldly delving into cavern of Ron�s mouth.

�So, this is�okay?�

�Oh, yes. Very okay,� Draco replied, smirking, as he began to unbutton Ron�s shirt, but his slightly shaking fingers made that task impossible to accomplish.

Becoming impatient, he ripped the shirt open, the buttons flying. Ron laughed at Draco�s eagerness. �You ruined my shirt.�

�Fix it later,� Draco mumbled, preoccupied with exploring Ron�s newly exposed chest with gentle strokes of his fingers, taking particular interest in its lightly freckled surface.

Sliding his fingers under the shirt where it still clung to Ron�s shoulders, Draco pushed the material from them and down his arms, allowing Ron to be rid of it completely.

�You�re so clean,� Draco whispered, his nose buried in Ron�s neck. Ron could feel him inhaling deeply, as if committing his scent to memory. �Mmm, intoxicating.�

As their lips met again, Ron felt Draco�s hand running down his chest to his groin, stroking his hardening length through his trousers. Ron moaned into Draco�s mouth, before swiftly undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down his hips.

Realising Draco was still fully dressed, Ron pulled back and raised an expectant eyebrow, which Draco answered with a wicked grin before they hurried out of the rest of their clothing.

Eyes like the moon he was now tied to, pale skin bathed in its light, Draco looked like an ethereal being. He was once again giving Ron that intense expression, and Ron knew then he could wait no longer. He began to guide Draco down to the soft moss, but Draco surprised him, easily rolling them over so Draco himself was on top, straddling him.

With a determined look, Ron attempted to take charge, and turned them over again. �I don�t think so, Weasley,� Draco said, a smile like sin tugging at his lips.

They wrestled back and forth, laughing, neither giving an inch, until Draco finally pinned Ron beneath him. He crowed in triumph, sounding more carefree than Ron had ever heard him. So pleased at Draco�s relaxed countenance, Ron decided to give in�this time.

�I suppose there are a few advantages to being a monster,� Draco remarked as he laid his legs between Ron�s.

�Monster?� Ron replied, shaking his head gently. �I only see an angel before me. Well, a very strong angel, anyway.�

Draco snorted, muttering something about �ridiculous Weasleys,� but by his glittering eyes, Ron could tell he was pleased at the compliment.

As Draco shifted above him, Ron was reminded of their intimate position. And it just felt so natural, so right, to press his lanky frame against Draco�s lithe body, their erections trapped between them. They gasped in unison, and it only took moments for them to ease into a rhythm pleasurable to both.

Ron skated his fingers down Draco�s spine to cup the curved flesh below and grind those slender hips harder against him. The thumb of one hand slid between his cleft, and Ron gently brushed against puckered skin. Draco�s breath caught, and he halted his movements. His eyes met Ron�s hesitant ones before giving him a reassuring look.

Ron brought his fingers up to Draco�s lips, and Draco opened his mouth to take them. He sucked on two fingers, liberally coating them. Then Ron slid his hand down to circle Draco�s entrance before slowly pushing one finger in to the first knuckle. Draco tensed, the action pressing his body against Ron�s and causing him to groan. As Ron felt Draco relax, he continued, eventually adding the second finger.

They remained as they were for a moment�eyes locked and the length of their bodies pressed together�before they again began to move. Locks of Draco�s silky hair swayed against Ron�s cheeks as he skilfully undulated against him�one hand resting at the nape of his neck, the other gripping his bicep, nails digging into the skin.

They thrusted, straining against each other, blessed friction soothed by sweat and leaking fluids. Mouths open, lips brushing, they were unable to do more than gasp into each other�s mouths as steady waves of pleasure overtook them.

Ron hooked his leg around Draco�s calf, pulling him ever closer, increasing the pace until Draco gracefully arched his back over him, deeply impaling his fingers, and cried out. Yes, Ron thought, giving a low moan beneath him, Destiny becomes Reality.

He felt Draco shuddering as he spilled his release between them. The added slickness and heat pushed him over the edge and into ecstasy moments later.

Ron gently removed his fingers from Draco as they steadied their breathing, recovering from the overwhelming experience. Still bright-eyed, they kissed sensually, embracing each other tightly, giving unspoken thanks and expressing their awe at what they had just shared.

When they parted, Ron laid his head back against the moss, the solid weight of Draco on him comforting. Draco�s left arm wound around his neck, his fingers threading carefully through his red hair. The other hand ran lazily up and down his flank. Draco rested his cheek against his collarbone�his hair, damp with sweat, brushing against Ron�s neck.

As they lay quietly together, Ron stroked Draco�s soft locks, his mind once again on tomorrow and the days to come. �Will you be all right in Slytherin now?�

Draco snorted, his breath blowing across Ron�s cooling chest. �I�m more a Slytherin than any of those cretins could ever be. They�re the ones who should be worried. But what am I to do about my father?�

�I have many a bone to pick with that�gentleman,� he said, barely containing his fury as he thought of Ginny�s first year. Instead, he tightened his hold on Draco�s body. �We�ll take care of him.�

Draco�s eyelashes tickled Ron�s skin as his eyes blinked rapidly. �What about us? Now that I have you, you must know I won�t give you up for anything,� Draco said fiercely, suddenly clinging to Ron.

Ron�s heart hitched at that earnest confession. �It will be hard,� he admitted. �But it�ll all work out in the end.�

�How do you know?� Draco lifted his head to meet Ron�s eyes.

Ron smiled. �I can See it.�

Finis.

Author�s Note: Jade is a symbol of love, as well as a �dream stone,� aiding us in understanding dreams and releasing suppressed emotions.

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