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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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Draco woke up before Ron, as usual. It was Saturday, and they would have the whole day together. They had a few plans but nothing that couldn’t wait. He pushed the sheet off his chest, watching the even rise and fall of his chest.

When Ron didn’t stir, he pushed the sheet lower and off his body completely. Ron started sleeping naked and Draco loved the contact so much that he began doing the same. Waking up with full body flesh on flesh contact always made the mornings so much better for both of them.

Draco smiled down at the usual morning hardness. Ron had used a shaving spell on himself and was now hairless. Draco licked his lips. Making sure Ron was still sleep, he lowered down and gave his length a long lick.

Ron stretched, but then settled. Draco took his cock in hand and slipped him into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the head. He slid lower and rested his weight on Ron’s legs when his began shifting. He sucked harder, and started stroking with his fist.

“Oh Merlin!” Ron growled out and arched his back.

Draco slid off him long enough to speak. “Good morning.” Then continued. He took him deeply, gagging slightly when he reached the back of his throat. Draco rose on his knees and spread Ron’s thighs wide apart positioning himself right over him. He felt Ron’s hands in his hair, and strong thighs sliding up and down his arms.

“Dammit come here.” Ron cried and reached for him. “Get on.” He pulled on Draco’s legs setting his knees on either side on him. Ron grabbed his wand and called out the lubrication spell.

“Ron, how……” Draco began, wondering what Ron had in mind.

“Like this.” He shifted and positioned himself, then helped Draco lower himself down. Both groaned out loudly, but seeing Ron out of control was a turn on for the blonde who was riding him.

Draco moved in as many ways as he could think of, with Ron’s hands on his ass, urging him on. His whole body was tense and he knew in moments he was going to lose all control. Ron’s hand moved around and gripped his cock, stroking him with abandon.

Draco was close, and feeling Ron lift his hips and empty himself into his body soon sent him over the edge. He threw his head back and gave over to the feelings of his orgasm cascading throughout his body.

He was vaguely aware of Ron crying out, “Oh shit.” He let his body fall back against Ron’s legs, bent to hold him up in his own little chair. When he was able to he lifted his head and looked down at Ron.

Draco giggled at what he saw. “I’m so sorry.” Ron had several creamy droplets along his chest and two huge ones on his face, covering his cheek.

“No, you’re not.” He said. He helped Draco off his body and the two shared a shower.

Several days later Draco had an appointment with Cauldron House publishing to talk about the manuscript he had sent in. He hadn’t expected to hear anything back so soon. He thought he would even receive several rejection letters before he found one that would accept him.

He moved through the building to the level the receptionist directed him to, until he came to a smaller office. “Can I help you?” The older witch at the desk spoke with such a quiet voice that Draco had to strain to hear.

“I’m Draco Malfoy, I have an appointment with Mr. Rickman.” He said.

“Of course, please sit down, he’ll be with you in a moment.” Draco waited for about ten minutes when the witch told him he could go in.

He entered and found a man who oddly reminded him of his former head of house, that is if Professor Snape had dark blonde/brownish hair. “Mr. Rickman? I’m Draco Malfoy.” He said offering a hand.

“Ah, Mr. Malfoy, nice to meet you.” He stood and shook his hand then offered a chair across from his desk. “I wanted to speak with you about the manuscript you submitted. I was wondering if you had a sequel planned out.”

“I had thought about carrying on the story, but I wrote that during my fourth year of Hogwarts. I only took it out and polished up a week ago. I hadn’t thought about continuing it on since.” He said.

“Well, this ending it so up in the air, that a second book would be an obvious course of action. Particularly with the readers this would attract.” He said.

“What type of readers would it attract?” Draco asked, unaware of reader demographics.

“We would target young readers, early twenty and women of all ages.” He said. “Women, especially want conclusions in their stories.”

“It would take time to finish it. I had the plotline set out years ago but none of the script.” He admitted.

“Get a rough draft together, just a little padding to the plotline you have now, and bring it in. If it’s as good a premise as what I have read then we can talk about a publication process.” He said. “If it doesn’t pan out, we can talk about a different ending to this one.”

“Yes, Sir. I appreciate the chance Mr. Rickman.” He said with enthusiasm.

“Your work is very promising, although I admit that I never would have seen it if it hadn’t been recommended to me.” He scribbled on his parchment.

“It was recommended?” He asked.

“Yes. Lucius said I should give it a read.” He told him.

Draco saw red. “My father told you……”

“Hold it. No, he didn’t tell me anything. He said I should read it, and that was all. He didn’t ask me to make an appointment with you, he didn’t ask me to speak to you. I haven’t spoken to him since he suggested it to me.” He said, then smiled. “I take it you are at odds with him.”

“You might say that.” Draco said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He objects to my lifestyle.”

“Lifestyle?” Mr. Rickman asked.

“I live with a man.” He said.

“I see.” He said. “Well, a lot of fathers need time to get used to that. Especially when it’s their only son.”

“He really said you should read it?” Draco asked. “He’s never read anything I’ve written.”

“Maybe it’s his way of making things up to you.” He suggested.

Draco made an appointment for two weeks later. He had to bulk up that plotline he wrote out years ago into something publish worthy. He knew he should be focused on it but his mind was on his father’s actions.

He didn’t know why his father had done what he had, he would get nothing out of it. He couldn’t possibly take any pride in the matter. What reason could his father possibly have to speak to Mr. Rickman?

He had been sitting at his desk, staring out the window so lost in thought that he didn’t hear the floo going off. Ron entered and stared for several moments at Draco.

“Good meeting?” He asked.

“Hmmm.” Was all he said.

“Should I start dinner then?” He asked, smiling.

“Hmmm.” Draco answered.

“Alright then. We’re going to have pussy, it should be here any minute now.” He said.

“Hmmm.” He said.

Ron left the room to get a butterbeer and smiled, knew he would only be waiting a few moments. And he was right. “PUSSY?” He laughed into his cup and smiled as Draco came in the kitchen.

“I see you were paying attention then.” He said. He took Draco’s hand and they walked to the front room, sitting with him in the loveseat. “Now, what’s going on?”

“I went to see Mr. Rickman, and he wants to see the plans for a sequel to what I sent it.” Draco said with a melancholy monotone voice.

“Well, let’s just take him out and hang him.” Ron suggested.

Draco gave him a grin. “Are you finished?” He asked. “I found out that my father suggested he read the manuscript I sent in.”

“Really?” Ron asked. “Your father arranged it?”

“No, he just told Mr. Rickman to read it, the decision to owl me and set up an appointment came after he read it.” Draco said.

“So what’s the problem. You earned that appointment on your own merit.” Ron told him.

“It feels like my father once again trying to influence where I go and what I do.” He admitted. “I wanted to do this on my own.”

“You did do it on your own. Besides, this time your father did something that you wanted. It’s not like he told the man to expect crap.” Ron offered.

“I suppose.” He said.

“Come on, you said that you always wanted your father to support something you wanted and not expect you to do what he wanted you to do. He’s done that.” Ron told him.

“Yes he did.” Draco still didn’t know what to make of it. “But why?”

“You’re his son, does he need a reason?” Ron asked.

“This is Lucius Malfoy we are talking about.” Draco emphasized.

Ron chuckled. “Come on, I’ll get dinner started.” He rose and walked to the kitchen. “You know love, you might want to go and talk to him.”

Draco walked into the kitchen and jumped up on the counter while Ron moved about with ease, preparing their meal. “Why would I do that?”

“He made an effort to do something for you, maybe he’s trying to make up for what he did to you.” Ron offered.

“A word in with a publisher is the current remedy for a face full of bruises is it?” He asked.

“Fathers and sons forgive Draco.” Ron said. “I’m not saying what he did is right, and you have every right to be angry as hell for it, I would be. But he is your father, and that will never change. I’m sure it came as a shock to him when you told him and he didn’t know how to react.”

“You didn’t have sex with me for days until I healed Ron.” Draco countered.

“I know, I know. I saw your face when you showed up, and I hate him for doing it, but he is not going to go away.” Ron told him.

“Are you sure about that?” Draco said.

“Love,” Ron faced him, planting his hands on either side of him, “do you want to stay mad at him?”

“I am entitled to if I want.” He said.

“Yes you are, and if that is what you want then I won’t say anything more about it.” Ron told him. “But hatred has it’s effects on you, and over time you end up hating more and more easily. I love you Draco because you see something in me that nobody else does and despite my humble background you still want me. That’s the caring person I fell in love with. It would be sad to have that person I love unable to put his troubles with his father aside.”

“You had to be loving and touching didn’t you.” Draco asked, looping his arms around his neck, and his legs around his waist.

“I couldn’t be any other way with you.” Ron gave him a lingering kiss, then finished making dinner.

“I’ll think about seeing him.” Draco said as they ate.

“That’s my boy.” Ron teased, the offered to clean up alone so Draco could work on his plot.

A/N: For those other Alan Rickman fans out there, I had the image of him from Closet Land as the publisher.
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