15Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, mention of mpeg, AU
A/N: This is the end of my first fan fiction. I know Draco was a bit weepy throughout, but I took it as Ron's the only thing in his life that's made him feel anything. He didn't know how to handle those emotions. I really appreciate everyone who took the time to review. Really.
No one saw Ron the rest of that night or the next day. They all realized he needed some time to be alone. It killed Draco not to seek Ron out and apologize.
He wanted to hold Ron and kiss his tears away, but he was scared Ron would reject him. So he left him alone until he couldn't wait any longer. He went to The Burrow after dinner that evening.
He conversed with Mrs. Weasley briefly before rushing up the stairs to Ron's room. He barely registered Mrs. Weasley's warning of a locked door as he walked into Ron's room without knocking. It wasn't until he was inside the room that it registered the door had been unlocked.
"Heard Mum greet you" was Ron's answer to Draco's silent thought. Ron was laying face down on his bed holding a framed picture.
"I was getting worried, Ron. I needed to see you."
Ron remained as he was. "Oh." Ron sounded as if he was far away.
Draco hesitantly drew closer to the bed. "Are you alright? You just ran out, and . . . and you left without talking to me."
Ron still had not moved, but he did speak. "This was taken before Bill and Fleur's wedding. Right before you arrived."
Draco moved to the side of the bed and peered over Ron's head to see the photo. It was a picture of non-other than the golden trio.
Draco swallowed hard. Was Ron regretting Draco?
"I can see it, you know. Always could. No one ever mentions it, so I can assume they couldn't see it. People tend to ignore me or I guess it's more like I'm eclipsed by others than truly ignored."
Draco was drawn out of his self-pity at that. "What?"
Ron turned over onto his back. He pointed to himself in the photo. "Right here. Do you see it Draco?"
Draco took the frame and brought it up close to his face.
Ron watched him as he studied the moving picture. Draco took in a rather well dressed Ron standing to the left of Harry who was in the middle. Ron was dressed in a brilliant blue robe that was obviously rented. The other two were smiling and jostling Ron about. Ron was smiling back trying to shove Harry into Hermione.
"Potter and Granger are having a go at you. They look happy. I see you smiling but your eyes aren't."
"Exactly!" Ron sounded surprised and proud.
"I was so sad before you came here. I've been confused and frustrated about my life trying to sort out a lot of issues especially my sexuality.
And since we've been together, I don't know, things are clearer to me. It's because of you. I love you Draco."
Ron grinned up at Draco. Draco was struck dumbfounded. Ron continued to speak.
"I wish I had a picture of the two of us. I'd like to see the difference. Plus, I don't have any pictures of you at all." Ron blushed and then stood up gently taking the picture out of Draco's hands.
Ron's eyes never left Draco's as he had spoke.
"I love my family. I love Hermione. I love Harry. You were right. I've put my life in jeopardy several times so to help them. I did it because it was the right thing to do."
"However, I really did it because Harry's my best friend and has been since our first train ride to Hogwarts. I will always try to protect him. I've taken that duty on my own for my own reasons. The same goes for Hermione and my family."
Draco blinked like an owl a few times before he finally dragged himself out of his stupor.
"I know Ron. I didn't mean to speak for you earlier. I was just trying to help. I'm not going to make you decide between him and me. I understand that he will always be number one to you. I'm sorry I told them we were gay and together. I shouldn't have been so presumptuous. Now I've made problems between you two."
Draco tried to keep eye contact with Ron, but he quickly diverted his eyes downward and fidgeted.
Inside he thought his heart was going to burst. He could feel the tears gathering.
Ron drew Draco's chin up to make him look at him. He cupped both hands to the sides of his face.
"Harry will come around. He always does. Even though everyone never fails to mention my temper, Harry's is worse in some ways. He broods and broods. I just let it all out at the moment."
"He just needs time. As for telling everyone about me being gay, I'm not mad at you for that. I've been putting it off due to the war. See how everyone is focusing on it than the mission? In a few days we're going to battle, he doesn't need to deal with this as well. Oh well, what's done is done."
Ron smiled sweetly at Draco and moved his thumbs to caress his cheeks.
"Didn't you hear me at the start? I declared my love for you."
"You are what makes me happy. Harry and Hermione have their special place in my heart. My family is my family as the saying goes, 'blood is thicker than water.' But you Draco, you are my life. You're an only child so sharing may be a foreign concept to you, but I have learned to share."
Ron paused and licked his lips.
"With that said, I do NOT expect to share you." Ron bent down and pushed his lips fiercely against Draco's. They continued to snog the living day light out of each other for a few moments.
Then Draco pushed Ron onto the bed landing on the abandoned picture frame.
Draco looked down at Ron and said, "I love you too Ron. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
The two made love that night and fell asleep in each other's arms.
At some point the picture frame had been placed face up on the night table next to the bed. If the two had been awake, they would've seen Harry and Hermione hug photo Ron.
Back in the present Ron was still absent from the house. "Where the fuck did you go Weasel!?" Draco bellowed to the ceiling.
He hadn't used his old nickname for Ron in four years. It was now two-and-a-half hours since Ron had been gone. Draco was in a panic. He returned to his favorite chair in front of the fireplace.
Wearily Draco sighed, "please come home." At that very moment, green smoke erupted in the fireplace, and Ron stumbled out.
"Ron! Are you okay? What happened? Are you alright?"
Ron dusted himself off and snorted, "I'm fine now thank you." He continued on.
"Harry said he has never talked to you about me especially concerning my fitness. Hermione said the same thing except I got her to confess she and her friends have expressed their dismay that I'm off the market."
"Over at Padme's and Lavender's, Lavender felt my biceps and chest. She offered to try and make me straight."
And when I stopped at Seamus' place, he said . . ."
Draco broke off Ron's ranting. "Wait! Wait! Wait! You've been visiting your friends all this time?"
"Yes! I went to everyone I could think of. And I can confirm that everyone except for Pansy said I was in shape. No one even the twins said they've discussed my fitness with you. So you, Draco, are a liar!" Ron huffed and crossed his arms in defiance.
Draco couldn't believe his ears. How dare Ron cop an attitude for all the trouble he'd given him this evening.
"THIS is what's gotten your knickers in a bunch?!"
"You've been gone for almost three hours, Ron! I've actually been worried something dreadful had happened to you because you up and left without saying a word!"
"Do you know the hell you've put me through?"
"You forced me to get my clothes dirty, I've walked around this house enough I think I developed a blister on my toe, AND I had to fix my own dinner. I ate leftovers. Leftovers! That's what you're for."
Ron let his arms drop and managed to look slightly ashamed.
"I'm sorry. It was just that I couldn't believe you thought I needed to work on my looks. I . . . I. It's been a few years since I had Molly, but I still can see the stretch marks. I guess I freaked out. I don't want you to lose interest in me."
Ron gave a pout and toed the floor.
Draco rolled his eyes and frowned more deeply. "You. Are. An absolute. Bloody git! You are a stupid, irrational, stubborn, childish, sweet, lovely, and the cutest git that I know."
Draco closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Ron's neck.
"I was so scared that I lost you. Please, please don't do this again. I was just teasing you."
"You have always been the most good looking wizard or muggle I've laid my eyes on."
"I love you more than words can express. You and Molly are my life, now and forever.
Draco covered Ron's mouth with his.
They kissed until the grandfather clock chimed out nine times.
Draco pulled away from Ron.
"I believe you are due some punishment for causing me all this trouble. Do you want it here or in the bedroom?"
Ron smirked contemplating his choices. "Bedroom."
"Oi! Don't forget to cast an extra strong silencing charm. After our last time, Molly asked if we had any ghouls in the house."
Off they went upstairs sparing a moment to watch Molly sleeping before retiring to their bedroom.
Draco hadn't really found Ron that night, but he hadn't really lost him either.
A/N: To clear up any confusion, I rewrote chapter 5 to clarify how Molly could've been born to the boys. Molly Granger is my own personal choice of a name. I don't care for Molly Hermione, so I went with her last name. My brother did this with my niece. Her middle name is Morgan from the last name of his best friend.