Chapter 3
— 8 hours of cuddling later —
The morning sunlight streamed through the bedroom window as Ron buttoned up his shirt, yawning as he rolled his shoulders. Draco stood beside him at the dresser, fussing with his cufflinks in the mirror. Their morning routine was comfortably familiar, a quiet dance of movements as they readied themselves for the day.
Ron watched Draco struggle with the tiny fastenings for a moment before stepping forward, gently brushing Draco’s hands aside. “Here, let me.”
Draco huffed but didn’t protest as Ron carefully fastened the cuffs for him. “You’re getting better at that,” Draco mused, watching Ron’s fingers work with surprising ease.
Ron smirked. “Yeah, well, I figured since I plan on spending the rest of my life with a Malfoy, I might as well master the art of looking presentable.”
Draco arched a brow, but there was a small, pleased smile on his lips. “A wise decision.”
As Ron finished, he hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat. “Oh, by the way, I meant to tell you—I got a raise yesterday.”
Draco blinked, turning to fully face him. “You what?”
“A raise,” Ron repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to tell you last night, but it was so late...” His lips twitched into a frown remembering how Draco had waited up for him. “They said I’ve been doing good work, so—yeah. More money, hopefully, better hours. It’s a good thing.”
Draco’s expression shifted into something impossibly soft. “Ron,” he breathed, stepping closer. “That’s amazing.”
Ron shrugged, suddenly feeling a bit shy under Draco’s unwavering gaze. “It’s not that big of a deal—”
“It is,” Draco interrupted, reaching up to cup Ron’s face. “I’m so proud of you.”
Ron felt warmth bloom in his chest as Draco leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, there was a distinct shine in his eyes, though he’d never admit to it.
“You’re incredible,” Draco murmured, straightening Ron’s slightly askew tie with a fond smile. “And I hope you know that.”
Ron grinned, his hands settling on Draco’s waist. “With you reminding me? Hard to forget.”
Draco rolled his eyes but kissed him again, just because he could. “Let’s celebrate tonight.”
Ron waggled his eyebrows. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”
Draco smirked. “Dinner, you menace. And maybe something after, if you behave.”
Ron laughed, stealing one more quick kiss before grabbing his wand and coat. “I’ll try my best. No promises.”
Draco shook his head in amusement, taking Ron’s hand as they headed out the door. The day ahead might be busy, but knowing they had each other—knowing they would always celebrate each other’s successes—made everything feel a little lighter.
— hours of boring work later —
Ron tapped his fingers anxiously against the steering wheel, glancing at Draco from the corner of his eye as they drove through the cobbled streets of London. The city lights reflected off the windshield, casting a golden glow over the quiet streets. It was a crisp evening, the kind that made the world feel just a little more alive, and for once, Ron didn’t feel out of place in it.
Tonight was special. He had gotten a raise—a good one—and instead of stuffing the extra galleons into savings like he normally would, he wanted to do something different. He wanted to celebrate. More importantly, he wanted to celebrate properly, in a way Draco would appreciate. So, for the first time in his life, Ron had made a dinner reservation at a place that was far beyond what he would usually consider reasonable.
Draco, dressed in his usual effortless elegance, had been watching Ron with a smirk ever since they left their flat. "You look suspiciously pleased with yourself, Weasley. Should I be worried?"
Ron grinned, drumming his fingers against the wheel. "Can’t a man take his incredibly handsome boyfriend out for a nice dinner without being interrogated?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you can. It’s just that you keep checking the directions as if we’re going somewhere wildly unfamiliar. Which, considering your usual preference for pubs with sticky floors, has me intrigued."
Ron rolled his eyes but didn’t fight the laugh that bubbled up. "Alright, fine. I wanted to do something nice. The raise today was a big one. And I figured instead of being my usual boring self about it, I’d take you somewhere fancy."
Draco’s teasing expression softened slightly. "you know you don't have to do that, Darling"
Ron felt his ears go a little red, but he waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. I just… I wanted to do this right, you know? Take you somewhere nice, treat you a bit. I can provide for us, too."
Draco’s expression shifted, something unreadable flickering behind his silver eyes before he smirked again. "You realize you don’t have to prove anything to me, don’t you?"
Ron shrugged. "I know. But I wanted to."
Draco reached over, resting a hand on Ron’s knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Then I suppose I’ll have to let you spoil me tonight."
Ron laughed. "Damn right, you will."
As they pulled up to the restaurant, Ron’s confidence wavered just a bit. The place was grand—more grand than he had realized when he made the reservation. The exterior was all polished stone and gold accents, the kind of place Ron had walked past a hundred times but never thought he’d step into. A valet was already approaching the car, and Ron swallowed hard before glancing at Draco.
Draco, of course, looked completely at ease, as if he belonged in places like this. Because he did.
Ron exhaled slowly, then squared his shoulders. He could do this. He wanted to do this.
Draco smirked as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "Ready, love?"
Ron met his gaze and grinned, determined. "Let’s do this."
The polished floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, the crisp white linen on the tables was immaculate, and the hum of hushed conversations drifted through the air like an unspoken promise of sophistication. The clink of fine china and the soft shuffle of waiters in impeccable uniforms filled the space, making everything feel more surreal than real.
Ron fidgeted with his napkin, smoothing it out on his lap even though he was certain he’d never get it quite right. He wasn’t used to being surrounded by so much wealth, so much elegance. He was used to the clutter of the Burrow, the warm, cozy chaos, where nothing had to be perfect. But tonight, he wanted to do something special, something that said I’ve made it without ever having to say it out loud.
“This is definitely something,” Draco said with a low chuckle, scanning their surroundings. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes gliding over the room as if he were a king surveying his court. “I’ll admit, I didn’t know you had it in you, Weasley. High-end places like this don’t seem to be your style.”
Ron bit back a laugh, his eyes flicking around at the array of delicate plates and goblets. “I didn’t think it was either. But… I got a raise, so… thought I’d do something different for us.” His voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “You deserve it.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a teasing smile. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I didn’t ask for… well, all of this.” He waved his hand around, gesturing to the extravagant decor, the towering wine bottles in the corners, the crystal glasses on the table that seemed too fine to touch. “I’m quite happy with a quiet night at home. Or even the pub.”
Ron shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the weight of Draco’s words. “I know, but I wanted to do something special,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of insecurity. “I mean, it’s a big deal, right? My first big raise. And I… I want to show you that I can give you the best.” He picked up his wine glass, swirling it absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the deep red liquid as if it held the answers he was looking for. “I guess I thought maybe I could prove to myself that I’m enough for you.”
Draco’s expression softened, the teasing edge slipping away as he met Ron’s gaze. “You are enough, Ron. Always. You don’t have to do any of this to prove yourself.” He reached across the table, gently taking Ron’s hand in his, his fingers warm and reassuring. “I’ve never needed fancy dinners or marble floors. I just need you.”
Ron felt a lump form in his throat, his heart beating a little faster at the sincerity in Draco’s voice. He tried to swallow it down, but it made everything feel a little heavier. “I just—I guess I don’t know how to handle the feeling of finally being able to give you something nice,” he confessed quietly, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “You’ve always had everything, and I’ve always felt like I’m struggling to keep up. But I want to be the one to give you something. I want to give you the kind of life you deserve.”
Draco squeezed his hand, his thumb brushing lightly over Ron’s knuckles. “I don’t need anything grand, Ron. I just want us. That’s more than enough.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes softening. “Honestly, you’ve already given me more than I could ever ask for—your time, your love. And that's all I really care about.”
Ron’s throat tightened, and though he wanted to believe Draco, the insecurity still lingered in the pit of his stomach. What if I’m not enough? What if he deserves better? The question kept echoing, even as Draco’s words danced in the air like a comforting melody.
“I just… I feel like I’m not doing enough,” Ron said quietly, almost to himself. “I mean, you’re so used to luxury. I don’t want you to feel like you're settling for less, Draco. I can’t keep up with people like you.” He glanced away, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just a Weasley.”
Draco’s expression softened even further, and he leaned forward, his eyes searching Ron’s face. “Ron, you’ve never been just a Weasley to me… Ok well… Ignoring the first 3 years we knew each other but i was a pompous dick back then. But You’re more than enough. I don’t want the luxury. I don’t want any of this,” he said, his hand still holding Ron’s tightly. “What I want is you. You’re everything I need.”
Ron looked down at their joined hands, his fingers curling around Draco’s. He wanted to believe it. He did believe it—on some level. But there was still that gnawing fear deep inside him. What if this isn’t enough? What if he’s just pretending?
The waiter arrived with their first course, and Ron tried to focus on the elegant arrangement of food placed in front of them, something he couldn’t even name. It looked more like a piece of art than a meal. His stomach twisted, but he smiled weakly. “This is… definitely beyond anything I’ve ever had.”
Draco raised an eyebrow as he took a bite, savoring it with a soft hum of approval. “It’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
Ron nodded, forcing himself to relax just a little. “Yeah, a bit.” He hesitated, then added, “I mean, it’s nice, but I think I’d rather be home, you know? Maybe with some takeout… and you. Just us.”
Draco’s smile softened, and he reached for his wine glass. “Sounds perfect. No need for chandeliers or five-course meals. Just you and me.”
Ron’s chest tightened at the thought. He wanted that—more than anything. But that persistent insecurity still hung in the back of his mind. Am I enough for him? He couldn’t shake it.
But for now, he squeezed Draco’s hand and tried to push the thought aside. “Yeah. Just us.” He raised his glass. “To that.”
Draco clinked his glass against Ron’s, his gaze warm and steady. “To us. And to whatever comes next, together.”
The evening stretched on, the tension between them loosening bit by bit, though Ron couldn’t completely rid himself of the nagging doubts. Will he ever be good enough for him in Lucius's eyes?
— 3 months later —
Ron walked through the door that evening, a wide grin on his face. The scent of the evening air clung to him as he stepped inside, carrying a small, elegant bag. Draco, who had been preparing dinner, looked up from the stove.
Ron paused taking in the sight of Draco in Ron’s oversized ‘Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Fan Club’ t-shirt the words faded showing how well-loved the shirt was. Draco’s boxers not even peeking out of the bottom of the shirt ‘Fuck he was adorable’
"What's all this?" Draco asked with a raised brow as he wiped his hands on a dish towel.
Ron walked over, pulling the bottle of wine from the bag with a flourish. The dark glass shimmered under the light, the label bold and sophisticated. "I got another raise today," Ron said with a proud smile. "So I thought we’d celebrate. Thought you’d appreciate this." He held up the bottle. "A little something fancy for us."
Draco’s eyes flicked from the wine to Ron’s face, and he couldn’t help but smile at the excitement in his boyfriend’s eyes. It was a rare thing to see Ron so pleased with himself, and for a moment, Draco felt his chest swell with pride for him.
“That’s… generous of you,” Draco said, his tone warm. it was a little surprising Ron never saw the point in spending money on expensive wines seeing as he prefers whisky, cheap whisky at that.
Ron set the bottle down on the kitchen counter and gave Draco a grin. "I thought you’d like it. Now, let’s eat before I eat you out of the house"
Draco blushed at the insinuation, and chuckled softly, shaking his head. Turning back to the stove "You have the best timing," he said, pulling the spaghetti from a big pot and homemade garlic bread from the oven and plating their meal. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the room, and for a moment, everything felt so normal. So simple.
They sat down at their small table, the wine uncorked and poured into two glasses. Ron’s eyes sparkled as he lifted his glass. "To us," he said, his voice low and a little more serious than Draco expected. "To everything we’ve built, and everything still to come."
Draco smiled and clinked his glass against Ron’s. “To us,” he echoed softly, taking a sip of the wine. It was sweet and expensive but smooth on his tongue. He could see why Ron had gone for it—there was a sense of pride in his eyes like he was offering something more than just a celebration. He was offering the life he was building, the life they were supposed to be building together.
They ate their dinner, enjoying the warmth of the food and the comfort of their familiar routine. The wine was lovely, and Ron had the air of someone who had truly succeeded at something. And he had, Ron should be proud of himself He’s worked so hard to prove himself and it’s finally paying off, He’s is so proud of him.
After dinner, they moved to the worn-out couch in the living room. The cushions had been flattened over time, and the fabric was faded, but it still held the familiarity and warmth of countless evenings spent here together. Ron leaned back, pulling Draco into his arms as they settled in, each of them sipping the last of the wine.
They put on some fashion shows Draco loves Progect runway? Next in fashion? Something like that to be honest he wasn't paying attention, he was too busy watching Draco sip his wine engrossed in the show and smiling at the TV.
The quiet moments passed slowly, and both of them wrapped up in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Draco sat in Ron’s lap his head resting against his neck, his hand draped over Ron’s neck. The rhythm of Ron’s heartbeat was steady.
He looked up at Ron pressing a kiss against the stubble on Ron’s jaw. Ron tilted his head down catching Draco’s lips on his it started slow and sweet happily tasting the sweet wine from each other's mouths Draco moved his legs so he was straddling Ron He ground down on Ron's lap breaking off the kiss to let out a moan at the feeling of Ron's length pressing into him He feels Ron's dick rub against his clit
The slow sensual kiss depended as Draco straddled Ron's lap his slim hips grinding down against the growing hardness in Ron's jeans. Ron's large hands gripped Draco’s ass encouraging the teasing movements as he thrust up to meet them.
“Mmm fuck” Ron groaned against Draco's lips feeling his sensitive clit rub against his clothed cock. The friction was maddening but he knew Draco wanted to be in control.
Draco moaned into the kiss his tongue delving into Ron's mouth to taste the wine on his lips his own arousal was building quickly his pussy dripping and clenching on nothing he needed Ron inside him filling him up.
“Ron… please..” Draco gasped out breaking away to suck and nip at Ron's neck “I need your cock”
Ron growled the desire in Draco's voice making his dick throb almost painfully “god Draco you feel so good” he panted squeezing the firm globes of Draco's ass “Ride me, baby, take what you need”
Draco whimpered reaching between their bodies to fumble with Ron's belt and fly. He needed to feel Ron's cock against his cilt. “Patience, Princess, you’ll have me soon,” Ron said pulling Draco down harder
Grinding down against the growing hardness in Ron's jeans Draco moaned into the kiss the friction against his sensitive clit felt amazing stroking the flames of his arousal higher. Ron's hands gripped Draco's ass encouraging the teasing movements as he thrust up to meet them.
“Mmm fuck” Ron groans feeling Draco's pert ass rubbing against his clothed cock. The combination of the show grind and Draco's whimpers of pleasure was intoxicating. He knew Draco needed him more though. Needed to be stretched and filled to the brim Ron lifted his hips to help Draco shim his jeans and boxers down freeing his eight-inch long hard dick
“Merlin Draco you feel so good” Ron panted squeezing the firm globes of Draco's ass “What do you need baby? Tell me”
Draco whimpered nipping at Ron's bottom lip before answering “I need you, Ron… I need your fingers. Need you to open me up for you big cock.”
Ron growled low in his throat at the filthy words of desire surging through him. He quickly divested Draco of his boxers reviling his dripping pussy. Draco leaned back slightly bracing his hands on Ron's muscular thighs as he spread his legs wider. A string of slick connecting to his boxers ‘Merlin it was a hot sight’
Ron brought one hand to Draco's slick foulds his fingers parting the plump lips to reveal his pink glistening hole. He circled the tight entrance with his fingertip teasing Draco with the promise of penetration.
“Please Ron” Draco gasped out his hips bucking forward seeking more contact “I need it… need your fingers inside me”
Ron obliged slowly pushing one long digit past the snug ring of muscle. He groaned at the tight wet heat enveloping his finger begging to pump it in and out “fuck Draco always so tight for..”
Draco moaned loudly aching his back as his finger hit his sweet spot “Mmm yes right there Ron. Oh fuck you feel so good..”
Ron added a second finger scissoring and curling them to stretch Draco open his other hand gripped Draco's hip holding him steady as he fucked him with his fingers. The obscene sounds of Draco's wet pussy and their minged moans filled the room, He adds a third finger, stretching him further fucking him faster.
“Ron..gonna… gonna…cum!” Draco keened his thighs quivering with exertion. The dual stimulation of Ron's fingers sounding his G-spot and Ron’s cock grinding against his clit was too much.
Ron felt Draco's walls clench around his fingers signaling his impending orgasm he pumped fasted, harder determined to make his lover fall apart “Come on baby, cum for me Let me feel you”
With a final hard thrust against his g-spot, Draco cried out as ecstasy crashed over him. His pussy fluttered and clenched around Ron’s fingers as he came. Clear fluid gushed out to coat Ron's hand and soak through his jeans.
Ron slowed his movements carefully helping Draco ride out the waves of his climax. Once the aftershocks subsided he slowly withdrew his fingers bringing them to his lips to taste Draco’s essence.
‘Mmm you delicious” Ron rumbled appreciatively savoring the tangy flavor on his tongue “And now I’m going to make you mine”
“Ohhhh fuck yes” Draco moaned wrapping his hand around Ron's girthy cock. He stroked it a few times spreading the leaking precum over his length. Then positioning himself above it he slowly sank down taking Ron inch by inch into his tight heat.
“Fuck!” Ron cried out head falling back as Draco’s walls clenched around him “So fucking tight… you feel amazing…”
Draco set a quick pace bouncing on Ron’s cock as he chased his pleasure. The angle was perfect, hitting his G-spot with every thrust. Combined with Ron's fingers rubbing his clit. It didn't take long for Draco to feel his second orgasm building.
“Ron… I'm gonna cum!” Draco keened his thighs quivering with exertion. He rode on harder and faster, Ron’s fingers rubbing faster on his clit
“Me too baby fuck, me too” Ron grunted feeling his balls tighten. Draco’s silky heat was too much his desperate moans and the sight of him impaled on Ron’s cock pushing him over the edge.
With a final hard thrust, Ron buried himself deep inside Draco, spilling his cum into his spasming hole. The sensation triggered Draco's own release and he cried out as he came his pussy fluttering and clenching around Ron's pulsing cock
They stayed joined like that for a long moment, panting harshly as the aftershocks of their orgasms faded. Draco collapsed against Ron's chest nuzzling into his neck his hands griping Ron's button-up shirt as he came down from the high of his climax.
“Mmm…love you” Draco mumbled worn out “I love you too,” Ron said panting his clean hand coming up to run his finger through his blonde’s hair after a few minutes Ron shifted Draco over so he was sitting on the couch ron stood up Draco wined missing rons warms “Ill be right back baby” he said leaning down to kiss him softly pulling away debating between getting a rag or grabbing his wand for clean up but he disdes to go to the kitchen to grab a rag from under the sink he turned the tab on waiting for the water to heat up.
Ringing the excess water out he wipes his dick off pulling his pants and boxers the rest of the way off and taking off his shirt before running the rag under the warm water again before walking to throwing his clothes into the hamper on his way to the living room he gets on his knees in front of the couch “Can I touch you, baby?” Draco blinked awake “Of course you can” he mumbled Ron smiled softly pulling Draco's clothes off before wiping a mix of cum and slick off his pussy and thighs making sure to not linger on his over-sensitive clit.
Once finished he laid the rag on the table "Come on, baby, bedtime," Ron murmured, his voice gentle but firm as he reached under Draco’s thighs and shoulders, effortlessly lifting him. Draco let out a sleepy huff, too exhausted to protest, and nuzzled into Ron’s chest as he was carried across the room. With a flick of his wrist, Ron switched off the light, plunging the room into a warm darkness. Thank Merlin for wandless magic.
He made his way to the bedroom, walking carefully so as not to jostle Draco too much. Once at the bed, he laid him down softly. Draco barely stirred, curling instinctively into the sheets, his long pale hair fanning across the pillow.
“You want clothes?” Ron asked, amused by the way Draco’s face scrunched up in half-hearted annoyance.
Draco whined dramatically, drawing the blanket tighter around himself. “Noooo.”
Ron chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “Alright, darling.” He pressed a quick kiss to Draco’s temple before switching off the bedside lamp and sliding under the covers beside him.
The moment Ron settled in, Draco immediately sought him out, pressing his cold feet against Ron’s calves with a satisfied sigh. Ron shivered but didn’t pull away, wrapping an arm around Draco’s waist and tucking him closer.
“We need a shower,” Ron mumbled, his voice muffled against Draco’s soft hair.
Draco only hummed in response, already half-asleep. “Morrow,” he mumbled drowsily before promptly drifting off.
Ron snorted quietly, shaking his head. He supposed a shower could wait. For now, he was perfectly content, wrapped up in Draco’s warmth, listening to his soft, steady breathing as sleep pulled him under too.
— one night filled with happy dreams —
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the bedroom. Ron stirred first, blinking against the light as he adjusted to the quiet warmth of the morning. Draco was still asleep beside him, his pale hair a tousled mess against the pillow, his breathing slow and steady. He looked peaceful like this—far from the sharp-tongued, haughty man the world knew him to be. Here, wrapped in the comfort of their shared bed, he was simply Draco.
A lazy smile tugged at Ron’s lips as he shifted onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. His other hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing through Draco’s long hair. It was softer in the mornings, a little less perfectly styled, Ron absently twisted a strand around his finger, watching the way it curled before slipping free. Draco made a sleepy noise of protest but didn’t wake, merely burrowing further into the blankets.
Ron chuckled under his breath. Merlin, he loved this man. He loved quiet mornings like this, where the world felt like it belonged to the two of them alone.
Draco shifted slightly, letting out a sigh before his eyes fluttered open, heavy-lidded with sleep. He blinked up at Ron, frowning faintly. “Why are you staring?”
Ron grinned. “Because you’re ridiculously pretty when you sleep.”
Draco groaned and dragged the blanket over his head. “You’re insufferable.”
Ron laughed, tugging the blanket down just enough to see Draco’s face. “You love it.”
Draco mumbled something incoherent, pressing his face into the pillow as if that might save him from Ron’s relentless affection. But Ron wasn’t deterred. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the top of Draco’s head.
“Come on, love,” Ron murmured. “We were supposed to shower, remember?”
Draco made a noise of protest that could have either been a groan or a whine. “Five more minutes.”
Ron snorted. “You said that last night.”
Draco finally peeked out from beneath the covers, his expression caught somewhere between fondness and exasperation. “And yet, here we are.”
Ron shook his head, grinning as he pulled Draco into his arms, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Alright, five more minutes. But after that, I’m carrying you to the shower.”
Draco hummed in response, already half-asleep again. Ron just chuckled, tightening his hold and letting himself enjoy the quiet moment. The shower could wait a little longer.
Eventually, Ron made good on his promise, scooping Draco up with a playful huff and carrying him into the bathroom. Draco grumbled at first but soon melted under the warm spray of water, leaning into Ron’s touch as he washed Draco’s hair with careful fingers. Using the ridiculous amount of products he's learned works best for him.
Afterward, they wandered into the kitchen Ron in loose pajama bottoms, and Draco in Ron’s hoodie towel wrapped around his wet hair. Ron set about making breakfast while Draco perched on the counter, watching him with a skeptical expression.
“You’re going to burn something,... again” Draco commented, arms crossed as Ron cracked eggs into a pan.
Ron rolled his eyes. “Have some faith, Malfoy.”
“I have faith,” Draco replied smoothly. “Just not in your cooking.”
Ron snorted, flicking a bit of water at him. “Well, you’re still eating it.”
Draco smirked, stealing a strip of bacon before Ron could stop him. “We’ll see.”
Despite Draco’s doubts, breakfast turned out decent enough, and they ended up curling on the couch afterward, sipping tea. Draco, still half-drowsy, leaned against Ron’s side, twirling his fingers idly against the fabric of Ron’s shirt.
“This is nice,” he murmured, barely above a whisper.
Ron smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Draco’s head. “Yeah, it is.”