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'Blimey!' Ron exclaimed, grinning. 'Look at them Charlie!'

Seven squirming dragons. Pale, with tiny little scales. Their eyes still firmly closed as they crawled over each other, cooing from a nest made of tall grass and moss. Charlie had led him up an enormous cliff, thick foliage caked the ridges. Echoes of dragons crying resounded throughout the reserve. Until at its peak Ron could see the brownish lump that was the nest. Perched precariously on the very edge of an impossibly slim outcropping of rock.

'They look just like Norbert did!' Ron exclaimed excitedly.

'That's because they are Norbert's.' Charlie beamed proudly. 'Or, Norberta's, I should say.' He reached into the nest, stroking the tiny scales of the baby dragon nearest to the top.

'Norberta?' Ron repeated in confusion.

'Don't tell me you've forgotten?' Charlie laughed as one little dragon spit up a few sparks. 'Fourth year...? Remember?'

'Oh right!' He said, 'I forgot that Norbert is a girl.' He scanned the horizon for Norberta. 'How is she?'

Charlie waved a hand dismissively. 'Ahh she'll be fine.'

'Where is she, anyway? Shouldn't she be with her babies?' Charlie shrugged. 'Baby dragons fend for themselves. She'll recognize them when they're grown, though.' He tossed Ron a rake, 'Now help me shovel this dung.'

As Ron had predicted a month prior, he was in deep dragon dung. Thanks to Draco. Who, because of his mangled arm, opted out of the steep climb up the cliff. And Ron didn't blame him. He was hurt pretty badly. Charlie had said his arm was nearly detached. The nurse Charlie had on hand was loads better than Madame Pomfrey. Although on the tubby side, she was a kind witch with a moon face and shiny black hair.

'Had a bad fall, did you?' She asked without Ron saying a word. 'I'll fix you up.' She said beaming. 'Not the first time someone fell from a dragon around here.' Ron had actually jumped off Norberta, but this nice lady definitely didn't need to know that part.

After only ten minutes of work, Ron's bruises were nearly completely faded. Any aches or pains that were present had become minute. 'Thank you!' Ron chirped, feeling fit as a fiddle.

'Here,' the Medi-Witch said, 'Have a lolly.'

'That's the last of it, Charlie!' After forty five minutes of raking Ron had shifted the entire pile onto a wheelbarrow. Charlie appeared from a little ways down the trail. He bellowed with laughter as he pointed over Ron's shoulder. 'Uh, turn around, little brother.'

Ron looked over this shoulder, a particularly leafy pile of dung, three times the size of the other was waiting for the rake. 'Shit!' Ron cursed, 'Literally.'

Charlie just smiled and picked up another rake. 'Here,' he said in amusement, 'I'll give you a hand' He drove the rake into the pile, shifting twice the dung in one scoop than Ron. 'Why don't we just vanish it?' Ron whined.

'Too dense. Plus, it's magical.' Charlie said non-chalantly.

Ron rolled his eyes, only Charlie could find dragon dung magical. He considered hooking him up with Lovegood, who may be the only one on Earth who would honestly agree.

After a few minutes of constant raking and shovelling, Ron turned to his older brother. 'I want to thank you for coming to get us, Charlie.'

His brother offered him a fond smile. 'I don't mind, Ron.' He said, leaning close to the rake full of dung, carefully inspecting it. 'Healthy as ever!' He said after a few seconds. Ron grimaced. 'How often do I get to help out my little brother, huh?' He ruffled Ron's hair. He cringed internally, slightly miffed Charlie had rubbed dung into his hair.

Between the two brothers, the huge dung pile was cleared away in twenty minutes. They walked toward Charlie's house, which was a small cottage rooted in the very centre of the reserve. Not far from the Med-Hut where the Healer waited for injuries.

'I call it, the Nest.' Charlie announced.

'You know you're welcome to stay, Ron.' Charlie said softly, taking Ron's rake from him and carrying both over one shoulder. He held a bucket of dung in the other hand, a supposed "sample".

'I don't want to attract anything... Negative, Charlie.' Ron said sadly, knowing that as they shovelled dung the Death Eaters were probably searching all of England top to bottom. 'It's only a matter of time before they find us.'

As they reached the cottage, Charlie tossed down the rakes. 'Oh they can't find us in here. We have so many spells protecting muggles from the dragons and vice versa, even the Ministry can't pin point our exact location.'

This came as a great comfort to Ron. 'You could even work here.' Charlie opened the door which led into a sunny living room and kitchen that reminded him of the Burrow. The walls were lined with wood. Varnished a warm amber. Tiny and colorful little dragon figurines were perched on every ledge, occasionally coming to life and rearing their heads.

'You would get paid, of course...' Charlie went on as he lit the stove with a match, promptly setting a kettle over the flame.

'I'll talk to Draco.' Ron grinned at Charlie, who was obviously as good a brother as Fred and George. What was so bad about working in a Dragon reserve?

'Why don't you get cleaned up?' Charlie gestured down the small hallway that connected all the rooms. 'You don't want to go back to Draco covered in dung.'

Ron sighed in relief, 'Thank you again, Charlie.' He said before dashing to the bathroom.

When Ron slipped back into the bedroom, he found Draco gazing out the window. All ready showered, he was standing with his shirt unbuttoned. His bandages had been removed and Ron was surprised to see his arm was nearly completely healed.

'Hey.' Ron said softly. Draco turned his head slightly, acknowledging his presence. 'Welcome back.'

'Your arm is healed!' Ron said happily, tracing his fingers where the gaping wound once was.

Draco released a soft sigh. 'The Medi witch came by.'

'I see...' he said, drawing closer to Draco.

'What was it Charlie wanted to show you?'

Ron called the recent memory of the little Dragons, wriggling in their nest. Then summoned the memory of little Norberta, shortly after she hatched. Draco shrugged his bad shoulder, wincing slightly. All though the surface wounds were healed, there was obviously still some underlying trauma. 'I see... So the dragon spawned, has it?'

'What's more,' Ron said, 'Norbert's a girl.'

Draco laughed, 'Figures.' After a moments pause he asked, 'How is the dragon, anyway?'

Ron took a deep breath, smelling Draco's delicious musky sent and moving hypnotically closer. 'Charlie says she's fine.'

'Where are we going next?'

'Charlie says we can stay. The reserve is protected by a lot of concealing magic. Not even the Ministry knows exactly where we are.'

Draco was silent for a moment before his icy voice cut the air. 'They can always find my general location.' He hissed, looking down accusingly at the dark mark on the inside of his arm.

'Well...' Ron chuckled softly, slipping his hands around Draco's waist from behind. 'There is one good thing about being on the run.'

Draco turned toward him, brow quirked. 'What would that be?'

Ron trailed kisses from behind Draco's ear and down the back of his neck. Savouring the feel of soft skin as he brushed his mouth across. Draco hmmed softly at the gentle action. 'We can fuck anytime we have an empty room.'

Draco released a soft laugh, turning slowly to face Ron, who positioned his hands on the back of the other's neck. Draco turned glassy eyes upon Ron, cradling his face as he leaned in slowly for a passionate kiss.

Ron felt Draco's smooth lips move against his. Soon after a silky tongue was begging to enter his mouth. Ron let his tongue slip along Draco's, sighing softly at the contact.

Draco trailed a hand down Ron's back, lifting the hem of his shirt. Long fingers slipped between his pants and briefs, grazing his opening teasingly.

Ron released an amused chuckle as he flicked his tongue into the other's mouth. Cock stiffening against Draco, who bucked his hips in response.

'Aah...' He moaned as Draco sucked the edge of his jaw between his lips. His finger probing deeper, threatening to push beyond the boundary.

Ron released a deep growl, fixing his hands on Draco's shoulders and pushing him backward onto the bed. He trapped Draco beneath him, hastily working open the buttons of his shirt. Planting wet, desperate kisses along Draco's collar bone. Moaning softly as he became lightheaded, blood rushing to his cock.

Ron groaned hungrily when Draco's chest was exposed. His eyes scanned flawless skin, following the line of the other's abdomen until his stare fell on his waist. Draco's erection made an appearance as a bulge pushing against the zipper of his jeans, begging for release.

He yanked the zip down desperately, inhaling the salty-sweet scent of Draco's cock. Ron pulled down the waistband of his shorts, member twitching as it was exposed. Ron wasted no time devouring the swollen, spongy head of Draco's cock. Flicking his tongue against the tip before sucking it halfway into his mouth.

Draco released a muffled moan as Ron sucked him gently, savouring the flavour of the sticky precum that spilled onto his tongue.

As he bobbed his head, Ron kneaded Draco's balls. He groaned around his cock at the feeling of the soft flesh against his fingertips. He explored further south, tracing moistened fingers across the tight ring of muscles that guarded Draco's insides.

Draco released a surprised groan as Ron's tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, simultaneously pushing his finger inside the steamy depths of his body. Draco squirmed, hips rocking down on Ron's finger.

'Fuck, Ron...!' Draco moaned, arching his back. 'You're good at that!'

Ron released Draco's cock to smile, twisting his finger, coaxing a surprised 'Aah!' From Draco. 'I had a damn good teacher.' He whispered, stroking Draco's erection firmly in his hand.

Ron grinned wickedly as his lover watched his movements, exploring downward with his mouth. Until he was able to tease Draco's opening with his tongue, slowly working it inside Draco, replacing his fingers.

'Fuck.' Draco cursed, allowed the back if his hand to rest on his forehead as Ron probed deeper, rubbing his cock all the while. 'You're tongue is so damn hot.'

Ron "mmf"ed against Draco's ass, twisting his tongue as much as he could as he pumped Draco's cock in his fist.

'Holy fuck!' Draco screamed, cum shooting out onto Ron's fingers and all over his stomach.

Ron grinned in satisfaction. 'I didn't know I was that good.' He said sheepishly.

Draco smirked, eyes glinting in his direction. 'You are very good.' He curled his fingers through Ron's thick hair, 'Are you ready for a reward?'

Ron crawled to hover over Draco. 'You have peaked my interest.'

The Slytherin released a breathy laugh, 'You made me all wet... Fuck me.'

Ron's entire body reacted to the suggestion. His cock throbbed as his hips jerked in Draco's direction and he released a whimper. He felt his body pulsating with electricity as he positioned himself. Draco was really wet, he could feel it against the tip of his cock. Ron slipped inside all at once, feeling the tight heat of Draco's body surround him. Draco's eyes were fixed on Ron as he began thrusting within him, muscles reacting to his movements. 'Ooh, Draco!'

Draco released soft mewles with every thrust. 'Does it hurt?' Ron whispered.

'No... Felt good right away.' He panted.

It was sweltering hot inside Draco. He pushed his cock deeper, letting his head fall back as he swiftly pumped his hips. 'Aaaahhh!' He groaned, feeling the smooth flesh surrounding the head of his memeber. Which was so hard it hurt and had completely extended from it's foreskin. Increasing it's sensitivity.

Little fireworks exploded within him as Draco called out his name, elevating his hips so Ron had a more direct entry, allowing him to bury his cock deeper. He sighed out in bliss.

Gradually, Draco's erection stood once again at full mast. He could feel it against him; wet wih precum for the second time. Ron ached for it inside him more and more. 'Draco...' He whispered, slowing himself. 'Please can you fuck me?'

'Well since you said please.' Draco chuckled as he stroked his length. 'Turn around on your hands and knees for me...' He whispered. Ron obliged, slipping his pants all the way off as he turned. He got into position on his hands and knees, sticking his ass out and waiting for Draco to enter him.

Ron gasped in shock when he felt the wet heat of Draco's tongue lick his opening. Swirling around the tight flesh before working its way inside. 'Oh. My. MERLIN!' Ron screamed as Draco's hit tongue probed deeper inside. He felt Draco grasp both of his ass cheeks, parting them for better access. Ron squealed as Draco's tongue flicked further, causing his cock to throb and energy to pulse through him.

'You have to put in inside... Please!' Ron moaned breathlessly, desperately wanting his lover to enter him and open him up.

'You're so polite, Ron.' Draco chuckled. Ron could feel his thick, hard head graze against his opening. 'Good boys get rewards, you know.' Ron felt his hard length slam into him, invading his body immediately. Causing his muscles to twitch with ecstasy as he was rapidly forced open. Draco held his position, deliberately teasing Ron, who wanted badly to be penetrated.

'Aah Draco!'

'What do you want, Ron?' Draco said with an evil grin, 'Be a good boy and tell me what you want.' Rod had began to thrust backward, attempting to coax Draco into moving his hips. 'Ron... Tell me.'

'Fuck me!' Ron finally begged, supporting himself on his elbows as Draco seized the front of his thighs to steady him.

'Fuck you...? What's the magic word?'

'PLEASE!'

Draco laughed softly, rocking his hips. Ron released a loud cry, hips bucking back against him. Following the painfully slow rhythm. 'Draco..!' Ron groaned arching his back into the curve of the other's body. 'Fuck... Fuck me! Harder!'

Draco quickened his thrusts. His cock slamming repeatedly into Ron's body. Every time he did, shockwaves of energy coursed through Ron, partially blinding him. He gasped, ass naturally elevating to allow deeper penetration. Draco's cock pumped in and out furiously. 'Aah fuck..!' Draco released a deep groan, slowing his pace slightly. Ron felt his heated frame fall against his back.

'I don't want to cum yet...' Draco breathed in his ear. He had slowed now to a gentle thrust. The sensation was teasing within Ron.

'Draco...' he moaned, grinding his arse back against him. 'Fuck me... Please!'

Draco came to a complete stop now, tracing a tongue up the shell of Ron's ear. Ron groaned in protest, squirming backward against his cock, which was still planted firmly inside. As he did, Draco slipped his middle and ring fingers between Ron's teeth. He released a surprised and muffled moan around Draco's fingers.

'I know you want me to fuck you, Ron..' Draco's silky voice whispered in his ear. He felt Draco's warm hand close around his throbbing shaft, stroking it slowly. Ron moaned again, mouth watering slightly around Draco's fingers. 'But I am too close to cumming.'

Ron licked and sucked the fingers in his mouth. He groaned deep in his throat as Draco began to move again and Ron was forced into a completely submissive position.

'You want me to fuck you hard, huh?' Draco half laughed half growled, picking up the pace and crashing his cock back into Ron, who choked and squealed around his fingers. His nerve endings fired off as Draco made love to him. Pleasure rippling through him with every thrust.

He felt his cock released and Draco's fingers withdrew from his mouth. He grasped Ron's hips firmly, angling him to the left. The new direction allowed Draco's cock to drive deeper into Ron than before. Draco let his head fall back as he released a moan, grabbing a handful of red hair with one hand and grasping Ron's cock once more with the other.

Ron could feel Draco's cock grind up against that sweet spot inside him that caused heat to radiate through his entire body. 'Draco!' he moaned, 'I'm gunna cum soon!'

Draco then slowed again, down to nothing. Even the strokes on Ron's cock were gentle. It was driving him fucking mental. Ron tried thrusting back, encouraging Draco to once again pick up speed. But Draco just tugged his hair, forcing his back into an arch that paralyzed most of his body. The teasing strokes coupled with Draco's idle cock sitting inside him sent his muscles into fits of pleasure that were only slightly too weak to send him into a mind blowing orgasm.

'Draco...' He moaned, 'Stooop... I can't handle it.'

'I'm not letting you come yet, Ron.' Draco chucked gruffly in his ear. 'But I will cause you nearly maddening pleasure until you do.'

Ron felt Draco's hand leave his throbbing member, seizing him by the upper arms with both hands and pulling him backward effortlessly. Draco leaned his back against the wall, Ron facing away from him, straddling his hips. His erection standing stiff as Draco resumed stroking it, but from behind. His cock never leaving Ron's body. He placed soft kisses on the back of Ron's shoulder that caused his flesh to twinge.

The new position gave Draco incredible leverage. Ron could feel the increased depth without Draco moving at all. He was afraid he was going to be split open. 'Draco..' Ron panted frantically, 'You're too deep...'

'Ahh but this is what you wanted.' Whispered Draco's voice in his ear. He could feel Draco's swollen cock twitch deep within him, deeper than ever. He gave Ron's cock a hard squeeze as he began to move again. Reaching so far into Ron all he could do was moan loudly as the energy began to build within him.

'Deep and hard, right?' Draco's cock was once again thrusting into him furiously, forcing strangled gasps from Ron's lungs.

'Ooh Draco!' He moaned, nearing his orgasm once again, body pulsating with electricity. Muscles clenching and releasing.

Draco slowed again to a stop, 'Fuck you feel good when you are about to cum.' He moaned ecstatically.

'I want to cum Draco, for fuck's sake!' Ron whimpered, head falling back onto Draco's shoulder, long freckled arm reaching behind him and becoming entwined in long platinum hair. Draco pressed his lips to Ron's cheek and trailed kisses down his neck.

'Not yet.' He hissed before catching Ron's ear lobe between his teeth.

'Why?' Ron begged in a submissive tone. He felt his insides quivering. His muscles spasmed wildly, pushing him near his climax. Draco stopped moving all together, moaning as he deprived Ron of the release he so desperately wanted. 'Draco... Please. Let me cum!'

Draco chuckled and shook his head, hot breath beating on Ron's ear. 'Ooh yea, you're driving me crazy...' he whispered as he sucked the nape of Ron's neck. Leaving a dark red love bite.

'You?!' demanded Ron, gasping for air as Draco picked up the pace again. Swiftly entering him and penetrating deeply. His hips made loud slapping sounds with every thrust. Ron bucked his hips down against his lover, finding himself agonizingly unable to cum. This second wind frustrated him, and he thrust harder on Draco's cock. Leaning forward and placing his hands on Draco's thighs.

'Oooh... Fuck yeah!' Draco moaned, slapping Ron's newly exposed ass cheeks. 'I can watch it goin in...'

Ron tossed his head back, pressure activating on his forehead as images from Draco's mind bombarded his brain. He could see himself, grinding his hips down in perfect time with Draco's throbbing cock, which penetrated between taught, freckled ass cheeks. Ron chuckled as Draco spanked him again.

'See? It was worth holding off, wasn't it?' Draco hissed, withdrawing his cock from the other's body. Ron moaned in protest.

'Lay down.' Draco instructed.

Ron followed his command, turning to face Draco. His porcelain face was flushed and his eyes were glassy. His lips puffy and kissable. He leaned close to Ron, pushing him gently backward. Draco's tongue flicked into his mouth as he enveloped him. He steadied his cock at Ron's entrance, sliding into him with one smooth motion. Ron released a soft moan, locking lips with the other.

Draco sucked on Ron's lower lip, pausing briefly to moan into his mouth. Moans that Ron swallowed greedily as the new position pleasured him in new places.

Draco picked up the pace, once again shifting Ron slightly by pulling his hips up and holding them in place. Draco rammed into him over and over. 'You remember your first time?' Draco asked, slowing himself to steady and deep thrust. 'We did it like this, huh?'

'Yesss!' Screamed Ron, wrapping his legs around Draco's waist. 'Fuck yes!'

Energy began to once again surge through Ron, but this time, it was different. It was stronger. Each pulse came as an orgasm on its own. Ron noticed cum leaking out of his cock and onto his stomach. Draco slammed into him, pupils widening to large black holes.

'Roon!' Draco gasped, cock twitching. 'Are you ready? Cum for me!'

The world became a blank white page as he came. He felt his chest vibrate with a loud groan yet the world was silent. His fingertips tingled as time slowed. He came over and over, veins bulging as he was mildly aware of his cum shooting out of him with such force it hit him in the face. His hair stood on end and in that moment he knew only pleasure.

When Ron came to, Draco was embracing him, licking the cum off of his forehead. His insides felt warm and wet. 'I came a lot inside you...' Draco informed him with a nervous laugh. Ron extended an arm, tracing his fingertips down Draco's cheek.

'You have no idea what you've just done to me...' Ron said faintly, stealing a tender kiss from Draco. Who was smirking slightly in satisfaction. 'I felt it happen.'

'Draco.' Ron said, voice suddenly gaining strength. 'You know that I am in love with you...?'

Draco chuckled and nodded, 'You've told me before.'

Ron shook his head, stealing another kiss from Draco's plump lips. 'No. You don't understand.'

Draco released a weary sigh, twisting his long pale fingers through Ron's hair. 'Trust me.' He whispered. 'I understand how you feel.'

Ron fell silent. He could feel Draco's heart beating through his chest. His own pulse joining in the rhythm. He was suddenly surrounded by Draco's overwhelming energy. He felt his body melt into Draco's. Until he could no longer tell who was who.

'My name means dragon in Latin, you know.' Draco said sleepily.

Charlie's voice rang in his head, Baby dragons fend for themselves.

'Of course it is.' Ron whispered as he drifted off.