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A Final Farewell	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Final Farewell
- 2-Mistakes and Consequences
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Disclaimer: Peter and Ron still aren't mine. I am making no money off of this.

Warning: Slash. NC-17 rated slash in this chapter. Two men getting it on in some way, shape or form. The two people are Ron and Peter. If this bothers you, go away now. Unless for some *strange* reason you *have* to read. In that case, just tough it out and don't gripe too much.

Dedication: To Lady Piper, because I know how much you wanted some heavy Ron/Peter action. And to Slash Muse, just because. And to the Peter Mailing list, because we all love him so terribly much. I really have to change the warning so it alerts to the high slash content...

Author's Note: Peter deserves love. That's all there is to it. And while Ron is not the person I'd pick to give it to him, that's what ends up happening. I still wave my little Sirius/Peter banner, but that's just me. Sorry, I jumped off the Sirius/James ship. Now I'm experimenting with an odd James/Harry. (Yes, everyone's alive in the fic)

This was very difficult to do. I know I enjoy trying out new situations and pairings, but this one was hard. To actually write Ron wanting to consensually engage in sexual acts with Peter waste tte tricky indeed. AT least staying as true to the character as possible in a slash fic. I tried my hardest though. This one is from Ron's POV, not Peter's. I hope you all enjoy this.

Mistakes and Consequences

He was having a very bad night. It had started with the pub. He had thought it would be a grand idea, at age eighteen, to wander down to the Muggle town and check out the local watering hole. he was in a bit of a foul mood, and the thought of just popping in made him feel better. And then, once he was there, it would have been stupid not have a drink. And then another. And well...

It was about three in the morning when he stumbled out into the street, mumbling under his breath and talking to creatures that weren't there. He had drank far more then his share, and it was quite obvious. Reflecting back, he realized he should have been far more careful. The war wasn't over, far from it. And it was no secret who his father was, or his friends. All in all, getting drunk had been a very, *very* stupid idea.

He couldn't quite remember *how* he got from the town to the small, rather unpleasant smelling cell, but from the way he ached he was rather certain it was with quite a bit of rough handling.

"Bloody stupid Death Eaters." He mumbled, kicking at the straw on the floor of the cell. "Couldn't even have modern holding facilities, could they?" There was a large cot, straw and a heavy wooden door with a barred window. It looked like something out of an Edgar Allan Poe story. And of course, it was already occupied.

"And I have to share. Great." He folded his arms, too angry to be afraid for his life. Besides, he had been in plenty of situations worse then this, and had always come out on top. Of course, he generally had Harry with him...

"I can get out." He rolled his shoulders, eyeing the door. He didn't know who he had been stuck with, but he didn't care. He couldn't think of anyone important who was missing, and he didn't think he'd be put in with anyone of importance anyway.

"No, you can't."

He turned, slowly. He knew that voice. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the small, thin, light brown haired man sitting up on the cot.

"Oh, yeah, great job of starting over!" He snapped sarcastically. "You really got far, didn't you? In two years, you got...here. Wow."

"God Ron, I'm not here cause I want to be."

It was a good point. Ron had to admit that. There were very, very few people who would be sitting in a Death Eater holding cell because they wanted to be. But with Peter, you just never knew.

"Then why are you here?" Ron asked, still inspecting the door. Now he wanted to be there even less. Peter was half the reason Ron had been so eager to get drunk that night.

"Why do you think?" Peter gave a little snort. "For running. For not doing what I was supposed to. For defying the Dark Lord. Take your pick."

"Oh." Ron had little sympathy. "Well, maybe if you hadn't been a lying little traitor in the first place, none of this would have happened."

"You haven't changed much."

"Not when it comes to you." Their last meeting had not been very pleasant for Ron. It wasn't fun to wake up and find a known and dangerous Death Eater practically bending over your bed. Especially one who used to be your beloved pet. And then to find out that it had...nasty thoughts about you...Ron shuddered. And he had had a moment of weakness, a moment of pity, and had given a small glimmer of hope.

"I tried." Peter said, voice wavering.

"Trying isn't good enough." Ron kicked at the door. "Why can't you just transform and get out of here?"

"They made sure I couldn't." Peter sighed. "They aren't stupid."

"Well, let's just hope we're...scratch that, *I'm* smarter then them." Ron braced himself against the door, wanting very much to just bang his head against the wood. "And if you touch me, you're a dead man!" He was quick to add.

"I wouldn't." Peter shook his head.

"I wouldn't put it past you." Ron turned around, crossing his arms and glaring. They had kidnapped him, not killed him. So did that mean the plan had changed? //Why do I have to be in here with him? Maybe that's their plan...they're hoping I kill myself cause of the company.//

"Look, hw long have you been in here?"

"I don't know. A week, maybe." Peter shrugged. "It's hard to tell, down here. Sometimes they bring food, but usually..."

"All right, all right. So we could be in here for a while. I get the cot, you can sleep on the floor. There's straw and stuff." There was no way in hell Ron was sharing a bed with Peter.

"Okay."

"You aren't even gonna fight me? All right, keep up that attitude, and we'll be fine." Ron sat on the edge of the cot, glad that Peter had stood up. "You've only been here about a week, huh? So you started over?"

"I tried." Peter sat down on the floor, turning watery green eyes to Ron. "I was living in Belfast. In Ireland."

"I know where Belfast is." Ron snapped.

"Sorry. I had a job, and a little house...but they found me." Peter hung his head. "I couldn't even fight them."

"They're hard to fight,” Ron admitted. //Well, he did try. I guess I have to give him credit for that.//

"How are you?" Peter asked, and Ron was a little taken aback by the question.

"Uh...fine. Just graduated. Might be moving in with Harry."

"Oh good." Peter nodded. "You're still friends. That's good."

"Course we are." Ron eyed Peter suspiciously. //Don't ask about Harry. I don't want to get into that. I might, possibly, be having some sort of sexual identity crisis and you're the last person I want to talk to about it. If I hadn't gone all soft and kissed you, I wouldn't be thinking about thinking about guys like that.//

"Good." Peter squirmed a bit.

"If you ask if I'm seeing anybody..."

"I wasn't going to!"

"Good." Ron was sure to put a stop to any question that went anywhere near his relationship status. They sat in silence for a while, until Ron began to feel closed in and restless. He started pacing, kicking at Peter if he felt the Animagus was too close.

"There's nothing to do." Peter said, softly.

"We can get out of here." Ron attacked the door again, beating his fists against it. He didn't like the odds on this at all. He had the sinking suspicion that he was going to die in here. //There has to be something to do to occupy my mind. Okay. It's me, Pettigrew, some straw, and a bed. I don't like where this is probably going to end up.//

"All right." Ron sat down on the cot, tapping his foot rapidly. "Let's play twenty questions."

"I'm awful at twenty questions."

"Um...Do you know 'Rock, Paper, Scissors?"

"Yeah."

"All right."

That kept Ron occupied for about five minutes. Then he grew bored with it, and tried to think of something else for the two of them to do. //Okay, so it's Pettigrew. But it's better then being in here alone. Or with...Malfoy or something. But at least Malfoy's nice to look at...No! No he's not! He's pale and sickly and he's a guy. Think about women. Hermione. Pavarti. Lavender. Fleur. Just think of every good looking girl you've ever seen...// That helped a bit. But it didn't change the fact that every so often, Ron would catch himself looking at another guy. And very recently, he'd been looking at Harry like that.

//I've got to prove to myself I don't like guys. If I had a girl in here, I could just sleep with her and we'd be all set. I have Pettigrew. Well, I could make a move on him and prove to myself I don't like it.// But what if he did? He didn't feel like taking the risk.

The door opened. Ron whirled around, eyes focusing on a tall, dark haired man he had never seen before. He rose to his feet, throwing back his shoulders. He was going to put up a fight.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley..." The man had a soft voice that Ron didn't trust at all. "A pleasure to have you here."

"Shove it." Ron said. "Let me go." Not the most original of pleas, but he felt it got his message across well.

"I think not, Mr. Weasley. First we are going to extract what information we can from you, and then we are going to dispose of you."

"Like hell you are!" Ron was acting quite a bit braver then he actually felt.

"We are, Mr. Weasley." The man nodded, and clapped his hands briskly.

"Leave him alone."

That was Peter. Ron turned, rolling his eyes.

"Stay out of this."

"No." Peter stood beside Ron, trembling slightly.

"Wormtail, you can assure yourself a quick death if you go and sit quietly."

"I won't." Peter sounded as though he were going to cry, but was going to be as brave as he could manage. Ron, truthfully, was partially thankful for Peter's assistance. Even if it meant nothing, in the end.

"Then perhaps I shall kill you first. Show young Weasley what he's in for?" The man grinned, and Ron couldn't help but shudder. //We have to do something...// Ron looked from Peter-who looked as though he were going to cry-to the dark haired man. //He's not watching me...he doesn't seem to think we're going to do anything...//

It happened in just an instant. The dark haired man had his wand out, and Peter collapsed, shrieking in pain. Ron winced, watching Peter writhing on the floor. He swallowed hard, his mind working quickly. //He was just trying to help me.// The only people who had ever put themselves on the line for Ron were Harry and Hermione. Not thinking about it, Ron rushed the dark haired man, knocking him down easily. He obviously hadn't been expecting Ron to do anything of the sort. He was able to wrestle the wand away, and jump back quickly.

"Don't move!" Ron hissed, training the wand on the man sprawled on the floor. "Peter, get up. We're getting out of here."

***

They were lost. After what felt like hours of wandering through what appeared to be an old stone fortress, Ron and Peter were hopelessly lost.

"So who was that guy?" Ron asked, half hoping it had been the Dark Lord himself. What a story, to be able to claim to have over powered Voldemort.

"His name's Geveret. He's just a Death Eater who likes to hurt people."

"Oh." Ron opened another door, and found an empty bedroom. "All right, we can't do this. We need to rest. We haven't seen anybody else here, so I say it's safe to crash for a few hours."

"Okay." Peter nodded, and followed Ron into the empty room.

"Um...look...what you did...you were gonna...why?" Ron had never been good with putting emotions into words.

"You know why." Peter said softly, sitting on the bed and not looking at Ron.

"Okay. Thanks." Ron sat down next to Peter. //Aw shit. You knew this was gonna happen. First, you get all weird and thinking things you shouldn't. Now he's willing to sacrifice himself for you, and he's sitting here looking all cute...//

"I'd do it again."

"I know you would." Ron sighed. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder, and rolled his eyes. //You're going to hate yourself in the morning. Or whenever. But right now...what could it hurt?// When Peter turned to look at him, Ron closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss him quickly and chastely.

"You don't have to..." Peter said, shaking his head and pulling away.

"Just shut up and let me do, this okay?" Ron snapped, kissing Peter again. It really wasn't that much different then kissing a girl. Peter had soft lips, and they moved nicely under Ron's. //This isn't so bad.// Ron decided. //I mean, I've kissed girls who kiss worse.// Ron relaxed a bit as Peter put his arms around him, hesitantly. Ron deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between Peter's lips. //This isn't bad either.// In fact, it was pretty nice. //Just...don't think about it. Just keep on kissing him, and don't think about it. You're not dong this because you like it, you're doing it because...//

But Peter's hands were on his back, and his thighs, and it was becoming harder to think. He let Peter kiss his neck, and didn't stop him when he began fumbling with the buttons on his short. //Can I claim I'm still drunk? I'm only doing this cause I'm drunk? Yeah. I'm just doing this cause I'm drunk.// That actually made him feel better. He let Peter take off his shirt, and kiss down his shoulders.

"Is this okay?" Peter asked suddenly, looking up.

"Yeah." Ron didn't sound too enthused, but he lay back as Peter kissed his neck again. //Pretend he's a girl.// With his eyes closed, it was actually okay. The bed was soft, and the blankets were warm under his bare back. As Peter's hand strayed up his thigh, he actually felt some stirrings of arousal. He took a deep breath, trying very hard not to think about what he was doing.

Peter's hands were at the waistband of his jeans now, and he did nothing to stop their removal as well. //In for a knut, in for a galleon.// He felt Peter's hand around his swelling member, and bit his lower lip. He squirmed as Peter stroked him through the thin material of his boxer shorts. He felt wrong, but not as wrong as he thought he should. //There's nothing wrong with doing something stupid when you're drunk.// He was still clinging to the hope that he could ride this through on the pretense of drunkenness.

Peter actually seemed to know what he was doing. He petted and caressed Ron to full hardness. He couldn't remember when it had been quite that good. //Makes sense, I guess. We guys get ourselves off. Reasons to stand that we could get each other off.// He squirmed a bit as Peter touched a sensitive spot, and groaned aloud. //No one can ever find out about this.//

Within a few more minutes, Ron found his peak. He let out a small moan, throwing his head back as he finished. He was breathing hard, and his hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. He lifted his head, and saw Peter watching him with anxious eyes. He seemed to be waiting for some sort of response.

"Uh...." Was really all Ron could manage. He felt somewhat guilty, figuring Peter was probably excited too. But there was no way in hell he was going to return the favor.

"We really ought to get some sleep." He said, feeling rather wretched. "I'm...sorry."

"It's okay." Peter shook his head. "It really is."

"Come on." Ron slipped on his pants-after performing a quick spell to clean himself up-and held his arms out to Peter. //There's no harm in cuddling.// "Then we'll get out of this place. And you're gonna go a hell of a lot further then Belfast. Try the states, or Canada, or something. And I'm gonna go back home, and have a nice long talk with Harry. And we never, ever talk about this to anyone. Me, I got drunk and slept it off on the side of the road. You...I don't care what you tell yourself happened."

Peter just nodded, snuggling up to Ron. //Shit. I did leave him hanging.// Ron bit at his lower lip, torn between what he should do. //Do I leave it here, or do I...?// Moaning with preemptive regret, he reached down between himself and Peter and closed his hand fiercely about the hardness between Peter's legs.

"You don't have to..."

"I know. Shut up." Ron gritted his teeth as he hurriedly did what he could to bring Peter to orgasm. //You are *way* too nice to him. After all he did, and look at how you're treating him...// But Ron ignored that voice, harkening to the Gryffindor that he was. Peter whimpered, and buried his head in Ron's shoulder, shuddering softly. Ron really had no clue what he was doing, so he just kept pumping. He wasn't going to venture inside of Peter's pants, this was fine. After a bit, He felt Peter stiffen and bite his shoulder softly. He pulled his hand away quickly, not needing any more proof of the other man's climax.

"There. Now we sleep." Ron said, closing his eyes and forcing himself to forget what had just happened. He knew he never would, but he could pretend. Well...tomorrow he'd start pretending it didn't happen. Right then, he was just going to enjoy the warm comfort of Peter tucked up against him, and the chance to catch a bit of shut eye after all that had happened.

He could start forgetting tomorrow.
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