Title: Where You Find It

Author: Lena

Pairing: Ron/Remus, Ron/Harry, past Remus/Sirius

Rating: Chapter 5 - NC-17

Genre: War Fic, Angst, Romance, loads of things…

Warnings: Not really…although, I guess HBP pretty much didn’t happen…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Ron or anything in the HP world. Darn it.

Summary: The War has started and Harry is missing. Ron finds someone surprising to love. Someone he never thought he would have so much in common.

Author’s Notes: Each chapter represents some of the different stages in a relationship. The pairing idea came from Matilda Bishop. So, thank you to her! And thank you so much, as always, to my beta and friend, Lorien_Eve.

Chapter Five - Comforting

Remus and Ron were standing in the middle of the kitchen, arguing.

“Ron, you can’t go. Not today. Go into the office and do some paperwork,” said Remus firmly.

“Why won’t Moody let me go to this raid, Remus?” Ron was pink in the face and his fists were clutched.

“He’s afraid your temper is going to get us in trouble.”

“My temper! Bloody hell!”

“You need others to do some of the work and you‘re…” Remus stopped.

“I’m what?”

Remus didn’t really want to get into what everyone thought. He hesitated too long. He could almost see the smoke coming out of Ron’s ears.

“I’m what, Remus??”

“Well, you’re paranoid and you’re not thinking clearly.”

“I’m not paranoid!”

Remus just looked at him.

Ron slammed his fist on the kitchen table. “Fuck! I can’t help it. It’s been five months and no sign of Harry.”

Remus started to speak, but Ron continued, “And all these bloody places we‘ve gone…what a joke…we didn’t need to!”

Remus could see that Ron was utterly frustrated. “Ron, this is why you can’t be involved in everything we’re doing. Look at you. Look at yourself, right now. You are upset, angry, frustrated, and yes, I know with good reason, but think about it…you don’t want to do anything that will put Harry in even more danger.”

“I would never do anything to hurt Harry,” whispered Ron.

Remus walked over to Ron and hugged him. “I know. I know.” He could feel Ron start to relax. “Go visit Hermione, then go into work for a while. Just relax today, all right?”

Remus could feel Ron nod his head and say a muffled, “’Kay.”

Remus kissed him all over his face, kissing up the wetness on Ron’s cheeks. “Okay, now?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ron still sounded forlorn, but Remus could tell he would be all right.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

*****

Just after Remus left, Ron heard a batting at the window. It was Errol, who was still alive, much to the amazement of the Weasley family.

He came with a note addressed to both Ron and Remus. He opened it and read the note. It was from his mum, wanting him and Remus to come to dinner the next Sunday to celebrate their birthdays. Ron’s was coming up quickly, and he hadn’t even thought about how they would celebrate or if he would. He didn’t know whether Remus thought about his at all.

He had tried to take his mother’s advice and just be happy, but it was difficult when he wanted to help find Harry. He was trying to just enjoy things with Remus while they lasted.

So, Ron figured dinner at the Burrow would be fine and he knew Remus would like it. They had been to the Burrow many times in the last few months and Remus enjoyed it more than Ron, really. He wrote a quick note back, attached it to Errol and sent him on his way.

*****

Ron flooed out of the Burrow’s fireplace first. He startled his mother, who was tidying up the living room.

“Oh, Ron!”

Ron gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Where’s the rest of the crowd?”

“They are on their way. Where’s Remus?” With that, a whoosh came from the fireplace and Remus stood dusting soot off his trousers.

“Hello, dear!” Molly walked over and touched her wand to Remus’s shoulder. He sparkled, he was so clean.

Remus kissed her on the cheek and said, “Thank you, Molly.”

*****

Pretty soon the Burrow was filled with laughter. Molly looked around at her brood. It had been quite some time since she had all her children with her, and she knew it would be a long time before it would happen again. Even Charlie was able to make it. She looked at him talking to Ron in a corner.

“How’s it going, kid?”

“All right.”

“So, I got about a million owls from the family about you and Remus over the past few months--”

Ron interrupted. “What? Why? Did they have a problem with it?”

“No! You know how this family is. Ron, everyone is happy for you. You need a little happiness in your life.”

“You sound like Mum.”

“Well, she’s right. Mum’s glad everyone is here for once, even me, and look at Remus over there, laughing with the twins. I haven’t seen him laugh in ages.”

Ron looked over at Remus and didn’t see the tiredness that usually occupied his face. He looked like he was enjoying himself. It was wonderful to see.

“Thanks, Charlie,” said Ron, as he got up to join Remus and the twins.

“For what?”

“Dunno. For being my brother?” Ron shot a grin over his shoulder as he sat next to Remus and across from the twins. They were trying to talk Remus into investing in a new line of fireworks they were planning.

“Don’t do it, Remus! You’ll be sorry!” warned Ron.

“Aw, little brother! Remus can make up his own mind, we think!” They turned back to Remus and continued, “Now, for just a few pennies, you can help us with this new product. We haven’t come up with a name, but if you invest, we would call them…Remus's Rowdy Rockets!”

Ron snorted and spurted pumpkin juice across the table. Fred wiped pumpkin juice off his shirt and yelled,

“That’s disgusting!”

“Sorry!” Ron wiped the drips of pumpkin juice off his chin with the back of his hand. He gave Remus a sideways glance.

“You pervert! We didn’t mean it like that!” George exclaimed.

Ron and Remus burst out laughing.

“Is there something I shouldn’t know about going on over there, dears’?” Molly called.

“Of course, Mum!” hollered Ron.

“I thought so! Behave!”

*****

Hermione and Viktor came by and joined in the fun.

Viktor and Charlie started talking about Quidditch. Ron started to join into the conversation, but Hermione dragged him away.

“Hermione!”

“How are you?”

“Why is everyone so fascinated about how I’m doing?”

“We worry about you, Ron.”

“Well, don’t. I’m fine.”

Hermione looked at him with narrowed eyes. “All right, then. Go back to your Quidditch conversation about that whatever it is, the Flying Wonky.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Hermione. How does Viktor put up with you?”

*****

A little later, Molly brought a cake out from the kitchen and they sung Happy Birthday to Ron and Remus. They blew out the candles together, but not before closing their eyes and making their respective wishes. When they opened their eyes, they turned to each other. They knew what the other’s wish was.

Ron didn’t want to dwell on those wishes tonight. He wanted to make Remus happy. He reached over and kissed him on the lips, softly, in front of his whole family.

*****

The frivolity lasted long into the night. The laughter, the food, the conversation. It was the most enjoyable evening any of the Weasleys had in a long time. One by one, they left. Ron and Remus were the last ones to leave.

Ron kissed his mother on the cheek and hugged his father. “Thank you for this party. It was…it was…”

Remus chimed in, “It was wonderful.”

Molly hugged Remus, and Arthur shook his hand.

First Remus, and then Ron, stepped into the fireplace and flooed home.

*****

They were curled up together on the floor in front of the Muggle television, talking in between kisses.

“You know, Ron, your family is really wonderful.”

“Well, they are annoying at times, but I’m glad I have them. So far the Weasleys have been lucky in this war, but…” Ron sighed.

“Shhh…don’t worry about that.”

Remus kissed Ron’s cheek and touched his forehead, trying to smooth the creases that had started to develop between his eyebrows.

Ron closed his eyes and let the soft touches envelope him. He parted his lips and took a deep breath. He felt Remus's warm lips touch his and crush down upon him. He felt Remus's nimble tongue lick the underside of his lips, then his tongue. He felt the deepening of the kiss, until he just couldn’t breath any longer. He felt dizzy and hot and felt Remus's tongue move away from his mouth, down his cheek, to his chin, then finally his neck.

Ron moved his head so Remus could reach every part. He felt Remus suck and kiss, then lick down to the collar of his t-shirt.

Ron gasped, “Please, Remus…”

Remus pulled away from Ron for a brief moment. He swiftly pulled Ron’s shirt off, as Ron pulled off his own jeans. Then they made short work of Remus's clothes.

Remus turned Ron towards the couch. He lifted Ron’s hips so he was on his knees. Ron leaned forward on the couch with his forearms to keep balanced. His head brushed the cushions in front of him, but he turned and looked back at Remus.

Remus grinned wickedly. He leaned into Ron’s arse and nibbled softly on one cheek, then the other. He moved his arm up around Ron’s hip and grabbed his cock. He began to stroke it slowly, and then dipped his tongue between Ron’s cheeks.

A low, long moan crept out of Ron’s mouth. He pressed his face into the cushions in front of him. By instinct, he pulled his legs wider apart to allow Remus more access to his body.

Remus continued moving his tongue around and around, not quite dipping it in the pucker. Ron moved his arse, wanting to get more of Remus's tongue. Remus used his other hand to hold Ron’s hip to keep him still.

Remus continued rolling his wet tongue up and down and around, until finally he pushed his tongue inside Ron.

Ron muffled a moan into the couch at the delicious sensation. Remus dipped in and out at such a pace, that Ron thought he might come at that very moment. Remus still had hold of Ron’s cock and it was stiff and ready, with Ron nearly unable to control himself.

Ron lifted his head for a moment to call out to Remus and to beg him to shove his cock inside.

Remus didn’t listen, but just continued to stroke Ron’s cock and completing licking him inside out.

Remus stopped for a second to say, “Don’t come yet, Ron. Don’t do it. You can have two birthday wishes, if you want. Do you want two birthday wishes?”

“Yessssss!!”

Remus dipped down and licked Ron from underneath his balls to the dip above his arse. He lifted up again to speak. “What is your second wish?”

“Thisssss….thissss…”

Remus gave Ron one last full wet lick, then positioned his cock over Ron’s arse. “No, this.” Remus rammed his cock inside of Ron and pulled him close. He was complete inside Ron. He held him. They were chest to back, Remus still stroking Ron’s cock at an ungodly rate, as he banged him against the couch each time he thrust inside him.

Ron yelled out, sweat dripping off his face, cum streaming from his cock, as he came and came, never seeming to be able to stop. Remus continued ramming him, until Ron moaned and shuddered. Then Remus came, his legs shaky, as he fell over Ron onto the couch. They were panting heavily, unable to catch their breath.

Ron cried out, shudders still wracking his body. Remus always satisfied him, but Ron had never had an orgasm like this. It was the best birthday present he had ever had.

They lie there for a while, until finally Remus pulled out of Ron and let go of his now soft cock. Ron rolled from the couch onto the floor, like a wet noodle. He lay there on his back, staring at Remus, absolutely unable to move, and utterly exhausted.

Remus lay down next to him and touched his arm. Ron flinched. “What’s wrong?” Remus didn’t understand.

“I’m okay. I’m just…ever nerve is…Fuck, you’re good!”

“You mean ‘you fuck good‘, perhaps?”

“That, too!”

Ron turned towards Remus and wrapped his arms around him. He kissed him softly on the lips. “Happy birthday,” whispered Ron.

Remus kissed him back, then smiled. “Happy birthday to you, too!”