Author's Note - See chapter one for disclaimers, warnings, ratings, etc.

Chapter Six

Draco headed over to Ron's house the minute he got off work. He had brought a small bag with him with a change of clothes for Saturday and some toiletries. He parked in his regular spot, at an angle behind Ron’s car, hanging the back of the van into the alley. He grabbed the bag from the back of the van, leaving the surfboard, and walked to the door. They were so comfortable with each other that Draco just pulled open the broken screen door and walked into the house.

“Ron!” called Draco, as he tossed the bag on the couch.

Ron yelled from the bathroom. “Out in a second!”

Draco smirked and walked into the kitchen, wondering what was cooking for dinner. It smelled wonderful. He looked through the oven window and saw lasagna baking. He breathed out in hunger.

“Draco!” Ron stood in the living room.

Draco pushed open the kitchen door and said, “In here, getting hungry!”

Ron smiled and followed Draco into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s body and kissed him hello. Draco kissed him on the neck and murmured, “That lasagna looks good, but not as good as this.” He trailed his mouth down Ron’s throat to the edge of his t-shirt.

“It’s the ready-made kind...you know...frozen, then put in the oven.” said Ron, softly.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll eat it...well, you know...anyway...”

Ron laughed huskily. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy that...I mean, the lasagna...”

Draco chuckled back, while placing another kiss on his throat and Ron could feel it vibrate in his neck.

The timer on the oven dinged, signaling the lasagna was ready. Draco pulled away, sighing, “That timer has really bad timing.”

Ron giggled, much to his embarrassment. He tried to stop himself, but couldn’t. He looked at Draco, knowing he was turning red. Draco smirked, amused at Ron and his charming silliness.

Ron swallowed more giggles down, as he grabbed a potholder and opened the oven to check the lasagna. He pulled it out and poked a fork into it. The noodles were done, so he lifted it out of the oven and put it on the stovetop.

The steam rose up to the ceiling and Draco put his nose over it and sniffed. “Yummmmm...”

Ron reached down into the oven and pulled out a foil-covered loaf of garlic bread. Draco yelped, “I didn’t see that in there!”

“It was behind it.” Ron placed in on the stovetop as well. “Grab your plate.”

Draco took a plate off the table and held it out for Ron. Ron cut the lasagna with a spatula edge then lifted a huge piece out of the pan. He ripped a piece of buttered garlic bread off and placed that on the plate as well. Draco grabbed the other plate off the table and Ron placed an equally big piece on that plate. Ron pulled another piece of bread away from the loaf.

They sat at the table and ate hurriedly. They glanced at each other, wanting food, but wanting each other more.

Draco toed his sneakers off under the table and moved his foot close to Ron’s. He brushed the ball of his foot over Ron’s sock-covered foot. Ron lifted his head and gulped his mouthful of food down. Draco continued brushing his foot up Ron’s, pushing his toes under the cuff of Ron’s jeans and caressing his lower calf.

“I’m full,” said Ron.

“Me, too.” Draco pushed himself away from the table, walked around to Ron and bent down and kissed him hard. He leaned into him and Ron dropped his fork on the table. Ron wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and let Draco pull him off the chair.

Draco crouched down with Ron in his arms and they fell to the tiled floor, kissing each other open-mouthed, tongues drawn to each other’s. Draco gently pushed Ron down flat and straddled him. Ron pushed the empty chair out of his way and returned his hands to Draco’s neck.

Being frustrated by the inconvenience of their clothing, Draco and Ron threw off shirts and jeans quickly and were soon naked and making love on the cool kitchen floor. They were sweating, not just from the intensity, but also from the still warm stove next to them. They were rough in their passion, feeling pure ecstasy when they rose and fell continuously. Hands and lips and bodies pressed together, holding each other, loving each other.

When Draco fell upon Ron after the climax, his hair was damp and his skin wet. Ron ran his hands over Draco's sweaty back, not wanting to let go ever again. Draco pressed his lips against Ron’s neck and whispered into his ear, “Let’s go to bed.”

Ron’s heart fell just a little, at the apprehension of being with someone else in that bed, but he nodded and let Draco help him off the floor. Ron took the lead and held onto Draco’s hand as they walked to the bedroom.

Ron tried not to look at Harry’s picture angled away from the bed, but couldn’t help himself as he glanced at the back of the frame. Still holding Draco’s hand, he sat on the end of the bed. Trying to push all thoughts of Harry from his mind, he pulled Draco on top of him and let him kiss him fervently. He wanted Draco to take control. He wanted him to kiss him hard. So hard, it would hurt and make him think of the overpowering feelings sex with Draco made him experience, so that all other thoughts would fall out of his head.

“Kiss me harder.”

Draco pressed his lips hard against his neck and trailed down to his shoulders. He ran his hands over Ron’s body. He absolutely could not get enough. He could stay with Ron forever. Having sex with him forever. He ran his lips down Ron’s shoulder to his collarbone, stopping to slightly suck.

“I said, harder!” Ron’s voice was loud and startled Draco. He raised his head from Ron’s chest and looked at him in surprise. Ron’s eyes were half closed and his mouth was open, panting out Draco’s name.

Draco lowered his head and kissed Ron again on the mouth, hard. When he finally pulled away, Ron was panting from being unable to breath. Draco continued to his neck, interspersing hard kisses with small bites. Ron moaned and wrapped his arms around Draco’s lower back, pushing his body into his, wanting him inside.

Draco lifted Ron’s body and took him to that place. The place Ron wanted to be, where he forgot all his thoughts, where he growled with hunger for what he had been missing for a long time, where he wanted to be always, with this beautiful, blond man that loved him and would forever.

*****

Ron slowly opened his eyes and realized it was morning. He turned his head and looked at a sleeping Draco, and then he turned in the other direction and looked at the back of a frame. He closed his eyes tightly and pulled Draco closer to him.

He fell back asleep and was again awoken, this time by Draco's kisses, like the morning they had last been together. He could get really used to waking up to kisses again. Ron returned the kisses, then said, "Time to go fishing."

"And surfing," replied Draco.

Ron grinned at him. "Then we better get up."

Draco moaned, but threw the covers off of their naked bodies and got out of bed. Draco went into the other room to retrieve his bag and returned momentarily. As they got dressed, Draco noticed the frame on the nightstand.

"Whose picture?" He pointed to the frame.

Ron turned and picked it up. He felt he should tell him about Harry, since he was such an important part of his life for a long time. He handed the frame to Draco. "That's Harry. My boyfriend. That died."

"Oh." Draco was at a loss as to what to say. He looked at the picture and saw a dark-haired handsome young man, with glasses and a tanned face. He looked vaguely familiar, but he didn't know why.

"You don't want to hear all this." Ron took the frame from Draco and placed it back on the nightstand.

"Oh, but I do! I want to hear about him. He was important to you," said Draco, hurriedly.

Ron looked at Draco intently, "Yes, he was and really, always will be. Let's go. I'll tell you when we're fishing."

They were silent as they gathered their things. Draco pulled his surfboard out of his van and they headed to the pier.

*****

Draco took in a few waves, while Ron set up the fishing rod. Ron handed Draco a beer when he returned to the pier. They leaned up against the railing, and Draco asked again. "So, tell me about Harry."

Ron sighed and started. "Well, we went to school together and were best friends. Then when we were about sixteen, we realized we had feelings for each other. Once we turned eighteen, we decided to live together, so I moved out of my parents’ house, and he moved out of his godfather's house."

"But you said, you lived in the country. How did you end up here?" asked Draco.

Ron continued, "Well, I wanted to be a police officer, but not in my hometown...I told you that...Harry was a letter carrier...a postman...and so it was pretty easy for him to transfer. We decided here is where I wanted to go to the academy and get a job, so once I was accepted, we moved and he transferred shortly after. We bought the house..." Ron waved his hand in the general direction of his neighborhood. "...and we were supposed to live happily ever after, I guess."

Draco was silent. He let Ron continue talking. "Well, it's been almost a year. He was killed in a car accident. Well, a drunk driver killed him..." Ron's voice started to crack. He cleared his throat and continued, "I wasn't on duty. I've been working graveyards since I got on the force. That was a blessing, I guess. He was coming home from work...and..."

Ron stopped for a moment. "...and I had dinner ready...and I got a call from my sergeant. He told me to come down to the station and he wouldn't tell me why. I kind of thought I was in trouble for something. So, I went...and my sergeant had me come into his office...and he told me Harry..." Ron cleared his throat again. "...never had a chance...he was killed on impact. Fortunately, as far as I was concerned, the drunk driver died, too.“ Ron’s voice became angry. “The fucking asshole had his wife in the car, and she didn‘t survive either."

Draco stared at Ron, unable to talk, unable to breath. His throat was constricting and he felt bile rising in his stomach. He thought he might vomit. This couldn't be. His father couldn't have again, ruined his life. The facts were so close. Maybe it was a horrible coincidence. But when everything that happened was so close, too. Almost a year ago.

Draco turned away from Ron and shut his eyes. He couldn’t believe this. His father. He wanted to go home, pull out his files of his parents’ death and prove to himself that his father did not kill Ron’s Harry.

He felt Ron’s hand touch his arm. He heard Ron say, “I’m sorry, Draco. I didn’t mean to go on like that.”

Draco turned back to Ron and felt a shaky smile on his lips. “Oh, Ron. I’m sorry.”

“It's hard, but I’m getting used to things. I’m really glad you’re in my life.” Ron reached over and kissed Draco quickly on the lips.

Draco pulled Ron close and hugged him tight. “Ron. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Ron rubbed his hands down Draco’s back and said, “Draco, don’t be so upset. I didn’t tell you to make you upset. I just wanted you to know about my life before you.”

Draco kept his eyes closed and pressed himself against Ron, hoping and praying that it wasn’t the same accident, and that Ron wouldn’t hate him if it turned out to be true. He opened his eyes and looked out towards the islands. He remembered the first day he met Ron. He had noticed the man on the pier with the funny blue hat on his red straw hair, fishing by himself...

“Draco?” Ron pulled away from him.

Draco forced a smile and said, “I’m okay, Ron. I'm just glad I’m here for you.”

“I am, too. I love you!” Ron smiled, feeling happy looking at Draco.

They turned and leaned against the railing again. Draco said, “I love you, too.”

They spent the morning fishing. It was hard to keep from thinking about everything Ron had said, but Draco tried to stay upbeat and not let Ron know he was so upset.

*****

They headed back to Ron's house at lunchtime, as usual, and Ron noticed how quiet Draco had been all morning. He had just blurted out the whole story, telling more than he had meant, and now Ron was wondering whether he had made a mistake.

Ron made sandwiches and they sat on the couch watching television. Ron noticed that Draco wasn't touching him. Ron wondered if Draco was jealous of Harry, of Ron's life before him. He didn't think Draco would do that, but he had revealed so much about himself and his past that he was getting upset. His mind was racing with thoughts of why Draco had withdrawn from him.

Draco's stomach was in knots and he could barely eat the sandwich Ron had made for him. He felt Ron's hand creep onto his thigh, so he reached over and gripped it. He wanted to spend the afternoon making love to him; that had been the plan in the back of his mind, before Ron had told him about Harry. Draco knew it would look odd and Ron would think he had done something wrong if he didn't touch him or make some sort of move, so he put down his napkin and put his arms softly around Ron. He could feel Ron relax in his arms. Draco tried to relax, but was having trouble.

Ron kissed him under the ear, then whispered, "What's wrong, Draco?"

Draco's heart quickened with panic. He closed his eyes. He swallowed and whispered, "Nothing. Nothing."

He turned his mouth towards Ron's and kissed him hard. He leaned into him, pushing Ron into the couch until he was lying on top of him. He pressed his knee up into Ron's crotch, rubbing softly. He pulled on Ron's earlobe and licked down his neck to his throat.

Draco then straddled Ron and they pulled their clothes off, throwing them everywhere. Draco lifted himself up, pulling Ron with him, and laying down so that Ron was on top. He looked up at Ron.

"Fuck me," panted Draco.

Ron's eyes widened. He usually was the passive one in his relationships. He was required to be strong and forceful at work, so he didn't like being that way at home. But he liked this. He liked that Draco was letting him take control.

Draco felt the soft kisses from Ron's lips all over his body. When he felt Ron press inside him, a white-hot heat seared in his head. His vision blurred until all he could see was images of red before him. He felt large hands touch his hair, touch his face and run down his chest to his groin. He couldn't think anymore, but about the body touching him everywhere. His skin seemed to pop, like little volcanoes in his pores, and he began to convulse uncontrollably. He yelled out incoherently, again and again.

Ron fell on top of him, sweating and panting, out of breath. "Oh, Draco. This is...ahhhhhh..." Ron couldn't get the words out of his mouth. They lie there, caressing each other. They spent the whole afternoon on the couch, taking turns loving each other.

*****

Ron didn't want to get up and go to work. He enjoyed lying there with Draco, but there was no denying he had to get up. He unwrapped his body from Draco's and whispered, "I have to go to work."

"I know."

Ron kissed him and pulled away, as Draco pulled himself up. He began gathering his clothes, putting them on slowly. His thoughts started to return and his stomach started hurting again. Ron walked into his bedroom and came out in a pair of sweats. Draco moved to the door, with Ron next to him. He curled his arm around Draco's waist and they kissed good-bye.

"Do you want to come over tomorrow after you get off work?" asked Ron.

"Yes."

Ron smiled and kissed him again.

Draco walked out the door with his surfboard and bag. He turned away from Ron, so he couldn't see him hold his stomach. He got into his van and started to shake. He looked up and saw Ron waving at him. He waved back and forced a smile.

His body shook violently, as he pulled his van away from the house and down the alley. He got as far as the next street when he had to stop the van and open the door. His forehead was hot and he started to sweat. He leaned his head out and vomited on the pavement. He pulled his head back in and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He wanted to cry, but didn't. He had grown up not being allowed to, so he was afraid he had forgotten how.

But he knew he desperately wanted to cry out, hoping that it wasn‘t true. Hoping his father hadn’t killed Harry. He sat there for a long time. Draco gripped his hands together and prayed that if there was a God, he had sent his father to Hell.