To Forget

This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction. It takes several years place after the novels. The main characters are Ron and Draco. This is a piece of slash so it does contain homosexual content, and sex between adult men. I do not own Any of these characters or universe and am merely barrowing them to play with.

//What I thought wasn't mine/In the light/Was one of a kind,/A precious pearl/When I wanted to cry/I couldn't cause I/Wasn't allowed/Gomenasai for everything/Gomenasai, I know I let you down/Gomenasai till the end/I never needed a friend/Like I do now// (Gomenasai by Tatu)


To Forget
Sometimes he things, it’s because they both can’t be Harry. Will never be Harry, can’t even be Hermione who always gets it rights, gets the jobs, gets the grades, gets the men. They’ll always be just outside of all that, close enough to know what that might be like, but never close enough to touch. Neither of them will never be heroes, and after a lifetime of trying to prove they’re just as good as their families want them to be, coming here is easy. Coming together is almost practical, almost necessary, because together they don’t expect anything.
Ron knows it won’t last forever; he in many ways doesn’t want it to. Doesn’t want to admit he’s sunk this far. It’s alright when it’s only lips, and Ron’s body pressed up against the other man’s trying to make it all go away, trying to pretend school and then the war never happened. He thought after everything, he would never find someone who need to forget, as much as he did. Need to pretend it never even happened, needed to start over again. But Draco had been just as lost, under all that money, and education, and everything he’d done during the war. Because anything he might have done will never make up for what his family did, what was done, will never make it right, and he knows that.
To forget, was what they were thinking, what Ron was thinking, when he pressed Draco hard against the wall of that tiny hotel room, kissing him like he might never kiss anyone again, all hotness, teeth, and need. Draco had been fighting for control, to control the situation, but Ron, who had never been allowed control of anything in his life, refused to give it up. There bodies had been needy, hard against each other. Ron had been almost surprised by how good Draco had felt against him; his skin soft, stretched over a fine fragile bone structure. Draco had gasped and moaned when Ron had bit a slow path down his neck, then kissed low done his chest finding his small firm nipples, searching out every curve of his chest, working down to the navel. His lips had worked lower, he remembered Draco’s shrill intake of breath as his lips brushed the fine hair above the other man’s cock. He’d stood despite Draco’s grown of disappointment and taken the other man in his arms, pushing against him, grinding their hips together as he reclaimed Draco’s mouth with his. Draco’s hands worked up his back tangling in his hair pulling him forward. Ron had run his hand down Draco’s chest, finally reaching the smaller man’s cock, stroking it. His own cock had been press hard and aching against Draco thigh, Draco’s body jerking against him as his hands had moved faster. Ron began to move them slowly towards the bed, his hands slowing down but not stopping, Draco had wined bit his lip tightly from the contact, his own hands gripping Ron’s shoulders so hard they had left bruises. Coming to the bed Ron had sped up his movement on the other man’s cock letting his other hand slide down to Draco’s arse where had fondled it for a moment, before sliding a finger between the cheeks. Draco’s whole body spasmed against Ron’s and with monumental control he hauled himself up straight and looked Ron square in the eye
“For Merlin’s sake Ron, hurry up and fuck me.” His voice was rough with need but steady.
At the sound of Draco’s voice Ron’s head and cock almost exploded simultaneously. He whirled the other man around and almost slammed him back down onto the bed before reaching for the lubricant in his pants still tangled around his ankles. Then he had done exactly what Draco had asked.
Ron had expected the relationship to end the next morning when Draco had awoke, wordlessly dressed and left the hotel without a backward glance. Yet a few days later Draco had sat down at Ron’s table in his favorite inn. So there, what ever they were, had been going on for months, and Ron knew it would end soon, but somehow that end didn’t seem to ever come. Sometimes they talked of Quittich, sometimes they had dinner, sometimes they talked of work, then they would end up having sex. They never talked of the war, magic, their school years, or their families. Ron was beginning to become accustomed to Draco. To the other man’s dry humor, elegant taste, and arrogant streak. They never went to each other’s apartments, or out together for more then a drink or bite to eat, they tried not to be seen together in public where wizards would be around sticking mostly to Muggle areas. It was simply the way it was, the way they were.
So the day Draco walked through the door of Ron’s tiny, if neat Muggle apparent Ron responded with shock and disbelief. Draco walked over to the sofa and brushed it off before sitting on it and looking pointedly at Ron.
“We have to talk” his voice was calm and Ron suddenly knew what this invasion was all about. Ron nodded.
“Your braking up with me, we aren’t going to be seeing each other any more”
Draco’s eyebrows rose.
“No, that was not what I came here to tell you. In fact I came to talk about something completely different.”
He looked away his eyelashes suddenly dropping and he licked his lips before looking back at Ron and meeting his eyes squarely.
“ I think we should have it known that we are officially together, and”
He paused.
“I think we should spend more time together, at each other apartments.”
Ron gaped at him. He’s hearing must be going, or he had been cursed with a very odd type of spell, or he had gone just plain crazy. For a minute thoughts flittered through his head, emotions changing much too fast for him to deal with. Then suddenly everything stopped, things in his in his mind seemed to settle and click, he suddenly understood what Draco was asking and why.
He rose and walked over to take the other man’s hands in his. He knew exactly what he was going to say. Because with a kind of dark irony they had both been so busy with their own pain and sorrow, they had forgotten that after the forgetting the next step is to rebuild and start over. They were done with the past, it was time to become something new.