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Author's Note: Okay this is last part to this really short one! I think this is the betaed one as well, but I'll fix it if it's note. Sorry it's pretty early in the day where I am at.
Enjoy!
Part Three
Four years later…
Ron Weasely had a shitty life. He stared at himself through the cracked barroom mirror along the wall and grimaced. His wife was fucking anything that moved, not that he minded, he’d lost all taste for her years ago. One mistake he made and everything went to shit. Well, he was still stuck here in his shitty marriage with a decent job and to terrific kids. The second one was purely a mistake, a desperate move to keeping their marriage together. Now he and Hermione were stuck with each other for at least fifteen more years until the children were old enough to take care of themselves.
Ron snapped his head back, taking a shot of fire whiskey like it wasn’t anything special; it wasn’t. He’d been drinking so much he was sure his kidneys would fail sometime soon. Not that he cared really. The wizard looked around and then outside into the snowy streets of Hogsmeade. People were bustling around by Christmas presents; thought Christmas was like three weeks away. Ron snorted; bloody Christmas, every year that went by in his house was a joke.
Harry had relocated to Italy permanently saying that he fell in love with the city and some bloke, with two kids of his own and got married to him. Ron had thought he’d lost his marbles, but Harry was adamant about it and they did get married in a quiet ceremony in Italy. Ron would get a letter or card every now and again and couldn’t help be feel jealous of his friend’s good fortune. The last letter he received said that Harry was going to be a father again; the guy he’d married was pregnant.
“Lucky bastard,” Ron muttered and sighed dejectedly.
“Ah, cheer up squirt!” A cheerful voice said behind him. Ron rolled his eyes but gave his brother Bill a grin.
“What’s up old man?” He asked. Bill grimaced but tucked a piece of his darker red hair behind his pierced ear and winked.
“Nothing much, just out with my husband.” He said grinning. Ron gave him the effect he was looking for; Ron spewed his drink all over the counter and Bill roared with laughter.
“Blimey Bill you tied the knot again? I thought you were over after Fleur?” Ron asked. Fleur and Bill’s marriage had fallen apart three years ago. They just said it wouldn’t work; the lady had even let Bill keep their then one year old daughter Catherine. Now Catherine was a rambunctious four year old with auburn curls and bluer eyes than the sky. “When did this happen?”
“Oh a few months ago.” Bill said easily seemingly happier than ever.
“No, no, when did you meet him?”
“Oh! Well we’ve actually known him forever. I ran into him in Italy about four years ago, working at one of the banks down there.” Bill said with a blush and a smile. Ron just scowled; what was it about Italy that made everyone go crazy. “He was there with his godson and we just hit it off. I was still married at the time so nothing happened for a while and then a year ago he proposed and I said yes!” Bill flashed his left hand and Ron widened at the sight of the platinum back embedded with two onyx stones and one sapphire. Well whoever Bill had hooked up with had galleons coming out of his ears. There was a plain platinum band that Ron assumed had been his engagement ring right behind it.
“Well congrats, so when do I meet this guy?” Ron asked and then he heard a voice that he’d never wanted to hear again.
“Ah, Mr. Weasley drinking your life away I see.” The unmistakable drawl of on Severus Snape. The man was still as formidable as the last time Ron saw him, but the only difference was the fact that Bill smiled at the man and kissed him soundly. Ron blinked…wait did Bill just kiss Snape?!
“Sev, you don’t have to scare him.” Bill said teasingly. Severus looked at Bill and his eyes soften slightly and he grinned a little.
“But it’s my favorite past time, messing with you Gryffindors.” He purred darkly. Ron watched as Bill’s eyes darkened with lust.
“Oh you can mess with me anytime you…”
“Okay! Break it up! I do not want to see this!” Ron said covering his eyes. Severus snorted.
“You are so juvenile Mr. Weasely.” Severus snapped, “Grow up! Come Bill, Draco and his husband are waiting for us.” Bill chuckled and then curled into Severus’ lanky frame as the man wrapped an arm around his waist.
“See you later Ron,” Bill said.
“Wait a minute! Draco’s here?” Ron asked. Bill’s eyes turned cold as did Severus.
“Leave him alone Ron, you did enough.” Bill said coolly; Ron winced as he was reminded of what had happened. When he finally told his parents and family they’d been mad at him for months afterwards. It still rubbed them the wrong way when someone brought it up.
“Let it go darling,” Severus murmured and then sneered at Ron. “We are staying at Malfoy Manor, I am sure you will be able to find it. I think there are a few things that you should see.” Severus said cryptically and then walked out of the pup with Bill into the snowy street.
Ron sat at the bar, his drink forgotten as he thought. Once his decision was made he left his money for his tab and walked out into the night.
“Uh, I’d like to see Draco Malfoy please.” Ron stammered. The butler sniffed at him and led him into the foyer.
“Wait here Sir, while I go so if his Lordship will speak with you.” The butler walked off and Ron was left there to fidget in the foyer of this huge house that could probably fit his and Hermione’s townhouse into it four or five times and still have space. It was quiet for a few moments before he heard the laughter of children and the pattering of their feet along the marble halls.
“No fair Dmitri give it back!” A girl’s voice shouted. He heard the laughter of another child and then another as two blond haired blurs and a black haired one came to a stop in front of him.
“No way Lilly, I had it…oh!” The boy stopped and stared up at Ron and Ron felt his heart stop. He looked at the girl, identical to her brother and his mouth dried with trepidation.
Strawberry locks framed both of their faces and his blue eyes stared back at him. They children frowned but then smiled; they were Malfoy’s through and through besides the hair and eyes. “Hello, Sir,” The girl said and she did a small curtsey. “I’m…”
“Alexandra Lillian and Dmitri Xavier what are you doing?” Ron felt his breath hitch at the sight of Draco Malfoy coming through a set of double doors followed by the butler. Both children looked properly chastised.
“Sorry Papa,” they said together. Draco merely frowned at them and then jerked back as the black haired blur from before ran right for him.
“Papa! Lilly ‘n Dmitri were running, but they stop because of him!” A little finger was pointed in his direction and Draco looked up and his face paled.
“Ron?” He said in surprise. He looked down at his children and sighed. “Go upstairs now you two, your punishment will be postponed for now. Just wait till your Father gets back from stabling the horses.” Draco said. Lilly and Dmitri nodded and climbed the stairs quickly. The smallest child was lifted into Draco’s arms, his big green eyes staring at Ron shyly. “Ron, it’s been a long time.” He said quietly.
“Yeah, uh, you look, you look good.” Gorgeous, Ron thought to himself. Draco’s hair was still cut short, his ears still pierced like they were when Ron was with him last. He looked very fit, except for the roundness of his abdomen giving light to the fact that he was pregnant again. “Uh congrats…” He motioned towards Draco’s stomach. Draco smiled serenely.
“Thank you, it will be our last for a while, my doctor and Sev are worried that I’m having to0 many children too soon.”
“Your husband worries too.” A familiar voice teased him. Draco turned and grinned, the little boy in his arms already reaching out as Harry came into the room. He kissed his husband and then took the little boy out of his arms. “And how are you doing my little Gabriel?”
“Fine, Lilly ‘n Dmitri were running again.” Gabriel said seriously. Draco sighed.
“Yes our little tattle teller, why don’t you go and find your Grandpa Bill and see if you can help him make cookies okay?” Gabriel nodded and wiggled out of Harry’s arms and dashed off down the hall. “No running!”
“Yes, Papa!” was all that was heard and then there was silence again. Ron looked at Harry and Draco he could feel the tension in his friend and in his ex-lover.
“Good evening Ron.” Harry said formally.
“Hey mate,” Ron said uneasily, “Um, good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too.” Harry smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He wrapped an arm around Draco’s shoulders and Ron watched in pain as Draco easily accepted his comfort. “So why have you stopped by?”
“I ran into Bill and Snape at the pub. Snape mentioned you were here so…?”
“So you just decided to come over?” Draco snapped. Ron nodded, “I should’ve known.” Draco said snorting. “Well as you can see, I’m fine. I have a wonderful husband, three beautiful children and the fourth on the way…”
“Those are my children as well.” Ron said angrily, “Why did you tell me you were pregnant?” Draco looked at him in surprise and then laughed.
“And what would you have done? You were getting married for Merlin’s sake! Not only that but you were getting married the very next day! I couldn’t tell you! You’d have had it all over Britain that I had seduced you and was trying to get a reprieve or something by having your children.” Draco took a deep breath and said much quieter, “Besides they are not your children in the way that matters. You didn’t raise them, didn’t coddle them when they were sick, nor did you spend anytime with them. Harry is their Sire and I gave birth to them. Those are our children, mine and Harry’s you missed the boat on that one.”
“But it’s my blood in their veins.”
“Yes,” Draco snapped, “and my father’s is in mine, but that doesn’t mean I’m a sadistic killer like he was.” Ron snapped his mouth shut. “Get out of my house.” Harry placed a calming hand on Draco’s face.
“Darling, calm down, it’s not good for the baby.” Harry murmured and kissed Draco softly. Draco nodded and then whispered…
“I just want him to leave.” Harry glared at Ron and then nodded.
“He’s on his way out the door.” He told Draco and Draco nodded and turned away going back the way he came. Ron felt as if the man were slipping away from him.
“Wait Draco, didn’t our time mean anything to you? I loved you, you know.” Ron said pleadingly. Draco halted and turned back to face him.
“I don’t love you anymore Ron.” Draco said sadly almost pityingly. “You should’ve thought about that love you think you had for me six years ago. I’m not the same person I was back then and neither are you.” Draco looked at Harry and his gaze softened. “I fell in love with Harry and I’m still in love with my husband and probably will be for the rest of our days.” Ron said nothing and Draco gave him a small smile. “Good bye Ron. I sincerely hope you and Hermione have a good life together.” And he was gone.
Ron looked back at Harry and glared at him. “You said that you got married to an Italian.”
“I never said that,” Harry said quietly, “I said that I fell in love in Italy and got married there, I never said that he was Italian, you merely thought it.” Harry sighed.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were marrying Draco?”
“It wasn’t really any of your business.” Harry said coldly. “You said that it was for the best that he’d left because it would’ve messed up your perfect life to see your infidelity staring you in the face. Well, so he left, and I went to find him to make sure he was okay. Imagine my surprise when I find out that he had been pregnant when you dumped him and was raising two beautiful children on his own with Sev.
“I stayed with them because I wanted to correct that wrong you committed but would probably never own up to and slowly but surely I realized that they were all I could’ve ever wanted. I fell in love with those children and then Draco afterwards. And after a year of living with them, I asked him to marry me and he made my the happiest man alive when he said yes. We got married on New Year’s Day and we’ve been together ever since.”
“Why come back now?” Ron asked hollowly. Harry looked at him and smiled sadly.
“Draco wanted them to see the Manor, even if it would only be for holidays only. We’re going back to Italy in the middle of January. The children have to get back to school.” Giggling could be heard from upstairs and Harry grinned, “And I have punishments to hand out.” He said and then said loudly, “How would the two of you enjoy learning how to muck out stalls?” Two groans could be heard and Harry nodded grinning. “That’s what you’ll be doing tomorrow morning, now get down stairs without running, it’s almost time for dinner.”
“Yes, Father,” could be heard from both of them and then there was silence as their footsteps slowly faded away. Harry turned to Ron, who was looking dejectedly at the floor.
“So, how is your marriage?” Harry asked gently.
“Falling apart, but we’ll be together in holy hatefulness for the next two decades or so, until the children are out of Hogwarts at least.” Ron said bitterly. He glanced down the hall watching the children laugh and play with each other and his brother Bill, Snape, and Draco. He looked on as Harry’s eyes softened and his smile widened as he shared a glance with Draco. That smile was returned and Ron knew then that he had no place here…
…not anymore.
“Well, you can come by anytime.” Harry said. “Just let us know.” Ron smiled but shook his head.
“No I think I’ve caused enough heartache for sometime to come.” He opened the door and then looked back at Harry. “Just…take care of him alright?" Harry merely stared at him.
“Do you really even have to ask that?” He asked. And Ron laughed at his own words.
“No, no I really don’t.” He said, “Do you remember the whole thing about sticks and stones?”
Harry looked puzzled but replied, “You mean ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will never hurt me?’”
“Yeah?”
“What of it?”
Ron smiled, “It’s a lie.” He said and then closed the door.
“That’s good.”
“Will he every be happy do you think?” Draco asked almost hopefully. Harry smiled.
“Maybe, if he truly wants to be.” He murmured and then kissed Draco softly. “Come on our family is waiting.” Draco smiled and fingered the pendant around his neck that he’d worn faithfully since the day Harry gave it to him; his smile turned into a grin as he walked back into the dining room filled with joy and laughter.
Harry never broke his promise.
He never left.
The End.