15Title: Fit as a Fiddle
Author: talley67
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash, coarse language, mention of mpeg, Draco is alittle OC
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various pub lishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron suddenly disappears from his and Draco's home.
A/N: Seven chapters with no beta.
Ron looked at the bundle lying in his arms. An overwhelming feeling of bliss came over him. The small child let out an almost inaudible sigh and curled her fingers around the robed material she clung to.
Ron smiled to himself and took a moment to allow the contentment he felt to sink in. He leaned down to press his lips on the top of his daughter's head.
Molly Granger was three years old. Her blonde hair was kissed with red highlights which framed her delicate pale face.
The tiniest of freckles dusted her slightly elongated nose, but the rest of her face was clear of any other markings. She had rosy high cheek bones and a pointed small chin.
She was sleeping quietly. Her eyelid were closed over the bluest eyes anyone has ever seen. Or at least that's what everyone said when they saw her.
She was tiny for her age, but Ron supposed her early birth may have been a factor. Molly or MG, her Uncles Fred and George dubbed her, was a bright child; very sharp indeed. Ron complained that she inherited her sly ways from her other father, Draco Malfoy.
She was a double punch of sweetness and sour. Ron chucked at the thought of her duplicities.
"The sorting hat's going to have a time with you little one," he whispered into his daughter's ear.
A few minutes later Draco walked into the room.
"Is she out?"
"Yep. Took about five recites of 'itsy bitsy spider' before she conked out," Ron whispered back.
Draco's eyebrow rose up onto his forehead.
"I am truly confounded how she doesn't howl with pain much les fall asleep when you sing," he sneered.
"Shut your arse up. At least I can carry a tune unlike you."
"Whatever, I have many other talents. Some still hidden even from you."
Ron rolled his eyes and fumbled with Molly.
"Okay superwizard my arms are numb. Come get her and tuck her in."
Draco carefully slid his arms under his daughter and cradled her as he lifted her from Ron. He then stepped back.
"Merlin! For a little thing she sure weighs a lot," exclaimed Ron while shaking his arms around.
"Maybe you need to do some toning wimp."
"Ha ha haaaa. Look at these powerhouses; hard as rocks they are." Ron flexed his biceps from his chair at Draco.
"What those little bumps? You're kidding right? Or are you just delusional?"
Ron jumped out of his seat and sauntered towards Draco and the still sleeping child.
He spoke in a harsh whisper. "Kidding? Delusional? Are you saying I'm not fit? I believe, last night you shouted quite a few compliments about my stunningly fit body among other things. Did you not Draco?"
Draco cast his eyes down for just a second before snapping them back up to match Ron's intense gaze.
"I may utter words or phrases during making love which stem from lack of blood flow. Your stamina is greater than a 2500 Firebolt. I am blessed that you have one of the largest cocks, both in size and length, I've ever seen."
"However, these are my observations as your husband. People might say I'm a bit prejudice. I was merely repeating what others have mentioned in passing."
"Others!?" Ron's eyes dilated and his face and neck instantly blushed fire red. "
Who? Tell me who the heck has told you I'm not fit? Who and most importantly why are you talking about me, uh?!"
"Shhh. Ron. Geez, you'll wake Molly."
"You always criticize me for being vain, but you sure are going overboard. It was just a few people here and there."
Ron narrowed his eyes. "What did they say? It was enough for you to remember."
Draco scrunched up his face. "Okay, I remember one said, 'Boy, Ron sure has packed some pounds on. Use to be a walking jumble of skin and bones.' Why do you care what they said?"
Draco slowly rocked Molly back and forth in his arms as she stirred some.
Ron looked stunned.
But he finally managed to squeak, "Fat? People, you, think I'm fat?"
"But I'm fit as a fiddle. This is all muscle, you know. I mean, I'll admit the past few years I've not stayed with my regiment as well as I did before. But I didn't think I was too bad off."
Draco blinked at Ron for several seconds then shook his head slowly.
"Ron really, it doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. I demand to know who you've been talking to Draco!"
"I will not be demanded to do anything. You're getting all upset over nothing. Now I'm off to put MG to bed alright?"
He began to turn away when he added, "I suggest you take the time to calm down."
With that he left bouncing the tiny Molly in his arms. Ron could vaguely hear Draco say, "Don't let your father upset you now; he's just being a big fat baby."
When Draco returned to the living room, Ron was gone.
"Ron?"