The Bride of Malfoy

The second Wizarding War was over. Harry Potter was dead, muggles, half bloods and squibs had been either eradicated or enslaved, and Volemort was the undisputed ruler of most of the western world. In short, it was Hell on Earth. Those wizards who supported the Boy Who Lived (the Boy who Died, as he came to be known) suffered worst of all. At the top of that list of course, was the Weasley family.

Fred, George, Ginny and Ron, along with their parents, had suffered the worst of it, as they were the ones closest to Potter. The family was captured and sent to Azkaban, without trial, as soon as the war was over. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Potters surrogate parents, were executed upon arrival, before the eyes of their children. For the first year, the twins and Ron had been beaten and tortured on a regular basis, while their sister was viciously gang raped. They were kept in separate cells, in separate parts of the prison, and only allowed to see each other, while being tortured. The Death Eaters made sure never to torment any of the Weasleys without the other present. They had never suffered the dementors kiss, but there was no need for it, their spirits and been broken. That was until, on the anniversary of their arrival, they had been presented with a proposition.

The Weasleys would be released from Azkaban, all of them. Their status as purebloods would be restored, they would each receive a small fortune in galleons, and all record of them having ever fought against Voldemort would be expunged. Under one condition. Ron would have to marry Draco Malfoy. Ron cried in his cell for hours when he received the news. Not because he was confused or conflicted, not because he was too proud to accept, but because he had alreadyin fact accepted, almost immediately. He put up no resistance. Harry was gone, Hermione was likely dead, or sold into sexual slavery, as many female prisoners had been, there was no hope of saving the world. All he could do now, was try his best to protect his family. He knew this was the only way.

Ron had heard of prisoners earning their freedom through arranged marriages. It was a proposition offered to men, as well as women. Such marriage were a form of high class slavery. Prisoners were basically purchased for their ability to continued pure bloodlines. The fact that they had once fought against Voldemort did not mean they were without value. Many had strong magic, or desirable physical traits. Some were simply considered conquests, trophies. So the offer of marriage did not surprise Ron entirely, what he didnt understand was why Malfoy would want to marry him. Yes there were rituals that allowed couples of the same gender to create offspring, but still. Ron did not bother to contemplate Malfoys motives. As long as his family was taken care of, that was all that mattered.

Ron and his siblings were released from Azkaban and transferred to Malfoy Manor. Ron had horrible memories of the place, and the site of it alone sickened him. It was with the realization that this would be his new home, that the reality of his decision actually struck him. Still, Ron would not back out. He was lead to a chamber where he was given his first proper bath in a year. The house elves scrubbed the scum and the muck of prison from his body, covered him with sweet smelling perfumes. Later that evening he joined the Malfoys for diner, who, for the time being, ignored the Weaslies lacking table manners. Having spent some time in Azkaban himself, and not expecting much in the of etiquette from the Weasleys to begin with, Lucius was not surprised to see them shoveling food into their mouths like starved animals.

By the day of the wedding, Ron was almost unrecognizable. He looked better than he had, even before his time in prison. His skin had a healthy glow about it, his hair shimmered an almost metallic red in the summer sun. It was slicked back in the same manner Dracos had always been. Ron wore a white robe. The way it gleamed in day light gave him an almost ghostly appearance. It was adorned with several diamonds around the neck and dow the lapels. Ron didnt take heed to any of it though. His mind was elsewhere. It was nowhere, actually. He seemed to be running on auto-pilot. Draco, for his part, was stunningly handsome, in black robes that otherwise matched Rons, including its black diamonds. He looked at Ron, as confident as ever, knowing hed finally bested the red head. Yet despite his evident pride, his signature sneer was absent from his features. The ceremony was brief. Rons family, along with Dracos, and a horde of Death Eaters Ron did not know, were in attendance. After a quick kiss that Ron barely registered, they were announced as husband and wife. Even with same sex couple, pure blood marriages had strict gender roles, and Ron had been informed, on no uncertain terms, that he would in fact be Dracos wife, and was expected to uphold that role to its fullest.

His wifely duties began the night of their wedding. Ron was surprised when Draco hoisted him up and carried him over the threshold, up the stairs, and into their room. The smaller man was stronger than Ron gave him credit for. After placing Ron back on his feet, and removing his own robe, Draco laid down on his bed. Their bed. Come closer. Draco said in almost a whisper. Ron took only a few steps forward. Draco looked at him a moment, a hint of a smile on his lips. Undress for me. Ron took a deep breath. In keeping with tradition, Ron and Draco had minimal contact until the wedding, and had certainly never seen each other naked. Ron undressed himself quietly before standing bare before his new husband. His eyes remained on the floor. He covered himself with his hands on reflex. Move your hands. Ron did so. Turn around for me. Ron complied, slowly. He allowed Draco to observe every part of him. When he was once again facing Draco again, he stopped. Look at me.

Ron hesitated a moment before raising his head. His blue eyes met Dracos steel gray ones. They held an emotion Ron couldnt quite decipher. It was as if Draco were trying to recognize the man before him. As though he should know this person, but couldnt quite place him. Ron supposed it was true. He was not the man he had been before the war. His defiant spirit was gone. The old Ron would have never agreed to this marriage, and on the off chance he did, he would give Draco hell before taking orders from him. But Ron had since been broken, there was almost no trace of his old self at all. He couldnt even bring himself to feel sad or ashamed about his current situation. In truth he felt nothing.

Dracos eyes stared back at him, and held a sliver of the sadness he lacked. Ron wasnt sure if it was because he pitied Ron, or if he lamented being denied the chance to brake Ron himself. Come here. Ron obeyed. He took Dracos extended hand, and let it guide him on top of the other man. Draco was kissing him, and after a moment he started kissing back. Dracos hands were running through Rons hair, and they sent shivers down his spine. It had been the first sign of affection hed received in so long. Since Hermione. Draco leaned back, as did Ron. They stared at each other silently before Draco said Undress me.

Once they were both naked, Draco laid Ron down on the bed. Ron was lying on his back, his knees being lifted by Draco. Once they were at a right angle, Draco parted them. Ron expected a spell to loosen him, but instead Draco produced a bottle with an amber colored fluid. He pours some in his hand and smeared it around. Soon enough he eased one finger into Ron. Rons breath hitched. No one had ever touch him there. He had had minimal experience with sex before this, having only had two previous partners in his life. The first was the excessively needy Lavender Brown. The second was of course Hermione. She was modest, and shy about her body, regardless how beautiful Ron thought she was. But she willingly shared every part of herself with him. When they made love for the first time, it was the single greatest experience of Rons life. Hed never felt so connected to anyone before.

Ron had never though of men in a sexual way, had never seen himself being in a sexual relationship with a man. The realization that he would in fact have to perform all of his wifely duties for Draco unnerved him. But Dracos touch was more gentle than he expected, and quite comforting. Draco leaned over Ron, supporting himself one hand, and aligning himself with the other. Ron braced himself when he felt the tip of Dracos cock kiss at his entrance. He cried out aloud as Draco sheathed himself into him. Draco took a moment to allow them both to adjust, before he started moving. Ron felt he being torn apart, and not just physically. Everything he thought he was and was going to be ceased to exist right then, right there on Dracos bed. What remained was a new creature that belong entirely to Draco. Ron was his now. Now and forever. Draco took his time exploring Rons body. Ron did not know how it took for Draco to release his first seed in him, but he was allowed little time to recover. Draco took his wife several more times that night, ranging from soothingly gentle to borderline brutality. Once satisfied he collapsed beside Ron, and drifted off to sleep. Ron stayed awake for hours, turned away from his husband. His mind was a blank, his heart empty. He started to cry, not really knowing why. It was not until dawn that sleep took him.