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Secrets	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 21021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A few days later Ron and Draco began to establish a routine. Ron went to work and returned in the evening. Draco took advantage of the solitude of the flat and worked on two of the novels he had chosen. He had also chosen his favorite books and gotten the address to a few publishers. He was planning on sending out copies as soon as he had them finished. He liked having the flat during the day to work, the silence was great, and when Ron came home he had a loving partner to be with.

Draco put down his quill and smiled as he thought of last night. His bruises were gone and Ron had made the sweetest love to him. He was gentle and tender, caressing every part of his body, and kissing him senseless. Draco wasn’t allowed to do a single thing. He still felt a shiver at the whisper Ron gave him.

He was flat on his back, with a leg hooked around Ron’s waist and his hands above his head, laced with his lovers. Ron kissed his neck and jaw then moved up to his ear. “Just lay back and enjoy it, love.” Those words whispered in his ear nearly gave him an orgasm right then and there.

The clock chiming made him aware of the time. Ron would be home in an hour and his mother was expected for dinner that night, and he wanted to start early. He took his wand and went through the flat, making sure it was spotless. He intended to make a good impression on his mother. She deserved it for what he had done for him.

After he had cleaned the flat, he quickly showered and dressed, then changed, then changed. He was satisfied after the third outfit, and was in the process of starting the meal when Ron showed up. Ron could see the nervousness seeping out of him.

“Relax, it’s your mother, not the Minister of Magic.” He said.

“I want her to see that I will be alright and she won’t have to worry.” Draco told him. “Go on and get cleaned up, I laid out your clothes.”

Ron went and showered in record time. Draco had prepared a wonderful salad and roast chicken, his mother’s favorite. He had an outfit for Ron picked out and waiting for him, even down to the shoes and socks. Ron wore it without a fight, thinking how cute Draco was when he fussed like this.

The blonde had paced the room countless times before he was satisfied with the appearance. “Love, come here, we have about half an hour before she gets here, let me help you relax.”

“Ron, I can’t relax.” Draco checked on the food again, lifting the lid that was over the pie. “Maybe I should have made tarts instead of pie.”

Ron shook his head and smiled then came up behind Draco and spun him around, pushing the small of his back into the counter. Snogging him silent, Ron reached for his belt and had it open in no time. He thrust his hands inside and wrapped his fingers around Draco’s cock.

“Wait, Ron, we don’t have time for this.” He gave gentle pushed on Ron’s chest but the ginger just wouldn’t let up.

“Draco there is always time for this.” He said. He dropped to his knees and swallowed his boyfriend’s cock into his mouth. Draco groaned out loudly. Ron had the most talented mouth and was always able to take Draco completely.

Ron’s nose was buried in his closely trimmed blonde curls, and his suction was strong and steady, just like Draco liked it. He held his ass in two handfuls, that squeezed and relaxed, feeling the supple flesh through his jeans. A hand ran through his red hair and settled at the back of his head, holding him in place. When Draco held him, it meant he was close, so Ron picked up the pace.

He made a point of breaking the seal of his lips, creating a loud slurping noise while he sucked. Draco threw his head back and Ron was reward with a warm splash at the back of his throat.

He waited until Draco went flaccid in his mouth, then he slid off slowly. Normally Ron spit out cum, but he knew Draco needed to relax tonight. He rose up on his feet and looked at his boyfriends panting face. Draco managed to open his eyes and reached behind him for a napkin.

Ron made an overly dramatic show of swallowing and then smiled. “No thanks, I don’t need that.” He turned to the cooler and took out a bottle. When he turned and opened it, Draco was still holding the napkin, but the look on his face was priceless.

“Why did you do that?” He asked.

“I needed an appetizer.” He joked, leaning back against the cooler while Draco refastened his jeans and straightened his appearance.

Draco gave him an odd look. “I made a salad, you know.”

“I know, I just had the dressing first.” Ron said as if discussing the latest Prophet edition. He smiled as Draco rolled his eyes and set the table. “Did you work on your manuscripts again?”

“Yes, I will have something ready to send in a day or two.” He said. “Hand me the glasses.”

“Which one are you sending first?” Ron asked, taking out the champagne flutes.

“I haven’t decided.” He said, arranging the glasses. “Two of the publishers are known for memoir style books, the others are known for anything fantasy oriented.”

“The one you let me read is fantasy based.” Ron pointed out.

“I know, I was thinking of that one too.” He said. Ron came around the table and hugged him tightly.

“Anything you send will be great.” Ron told him, kissing his neck.

“Thanks love.” Draco titled his head and gave him a lingering kiss.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“I’m going to check on dinner, you let mother in.” Draco said, and hurried to the kitchen. He basted the chicken and smiled as he took the dressing out of the cooler. “Thank you Ron,” he said to himself, “I’ll never be able look at salad dressing the same again.”

“Um, Draco love, you might want to come in here right about now.” Ron called from the front room.

“Is mother here?” He called, wiping his hands on a towel.

“Yes. She is.” Ron called slowly. There was something in his voice that set Draco on edge.

“What is …….” He froze when he entered the front room. There, standing behind his mother, in casual robes that matched her, was Lucius Malfoy.
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