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Title; Days Go By
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 048. Days.
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 866
Summary; 'He remembered the days by numbers.'
Warnings; character death, angst, mpreg, smut
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
Days Go By
by; Mack
The first day was the hardest, knowing that you were bonded to someone you had fought with for a long time was your mate, and there was nothing you could do about it.
The fourth day you fought with him, over something stupid. You had let the cap to the toothpaste off and this was not allowed and so you were yelled at for an hour straight.
The twentieth day you didn’t fight with him, you didn’t talk to him, but at least you didn’t fight with each other.
The thirty second day you had a real conversation. You decided that since you and he were together for the rest of their lives they had better well be able to talk to each other.
The forty fifth day you kissed him and it was ok, he seemed to think it was brilliant, slow and perfect leaving him gasping and wanting more and you wanting to run and hide.
The fifty second day you were slammed against the wall and sucked off and you loved watching the small mouth stretch to fit around your cock, swallowing you down greedily as you fought not to fuck his mouth.
The seventy ninth day you sucked him off, pinning him to bed as you explore him, uncaring of what he wanted, you want to get used to it, so you took his time, and he blacked out when he came.
On the hundredth day you had had enough and that night you slammed him onto the bed and prepared him hearing him moan, knowing that rough and hard was what he wanted before you slammed into him and fucked him. You fucked him each day after that, never watching him. He was a body for you to use him.
On the two hundred and fifth day he whispered yours as you pounded into him and you closed your eyes biting his shoulder, leaving a mark that scarred, and not replying.
On the three hundred and twelfth day you finally fucked him face to face, you were able to watch his face instead of forcing him on his stomach, on all fours, or bent over something.
On the three hundred and twenty second day you found out he was pregnant and you weren’t sure if you were happy or sad. He was happy, ecstatic and kissed you, but you knew that any hope that this wasn’t real was gone.
On the five hundred and thirty ninth day he gave birth to a set of baby twin boys and you held them in your arms and you knew you wanted these children. And you knew you loved these children.
On the six hundred and ninety ninth day he told you that he loved you and you forced a smile and kissed him.
On the one thousandth day he told you he was pregnant and this time you were happy at the prospect of another child and so you kissed him.
On the one thousand two hundredth day he gave birth to a little girl and you smiled thinking of a name instantly and he agreed to it with a smile.
On the nine thousandth day he told you that he wanted to see the world and you went with him when the children were at school. He loved everything he saw, and you watched the dancers wishing you could touch one of them, and leave this life behind.
On the thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty seventh day you fought with him, telling him you couldn’t do this anymore that you wanted and out, you wanted to be able to touch other people.
On the thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty ninth day you apologized, saying that work was getting hard and the added stress with the promotion was getting to you. He accepted it with a smile and a kiss.
On the six thousand eight hundred and fourth day you watched as your sons graduated from Hogwarts as apposing Quidditch Captains with smiles on their faces.
On the seven thousand four hundred and fifth day you watched as your daughter graduated at the top of her glass with a smile and a fiancée.
On the Eight thousandth day you watched as they buried your daughter, the victim of a drunken driver crash and he cried holding on to you and you held him, feeling a connection with him, finally, at the loss of the child they loved so dearly.
On the fifteen thousandth day you realized that you liked him, you no longer held any hate for him in your heart and this made you happier than you thought it would’ve.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and thirtieth day you took him on a trip to see the world once more thought different eyes.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy third day you were rushed to the hospital after the two of you were hit by a drunk driver while you were walking to visit your grandchildren.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy fourth day you were told he died of heart complications due to the crash and for the first time you cried.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy fifth day you told him you loved him, as you kissed his pale cheek and closed the coffin door.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy sixth day you passed away realizing how much you needed him, how much you wanted him.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy seventh day you watched as the clock spun back to one, and the days were no longer numbered, and you kissed him with the passion he deserved.
A/N; They were together for about 75 years, just so you know.
Rating; R
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Prompt; 048. Days.
Prompt set; 50.3
Word Count; 866
Summary; 'He remembered the days by numbers.'
Warnings; character death, angst, mpreg, smut
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
Days Go By
by; Mack
The first day was the hardest, knowing that you were bonded to someone you had fought with for a long time was your mate, and there was nothing you could do about it.
The fourth day you fought with him, over something stupid. You had let the cap to the toothpaste off and this was not allowed and so you were yelled at for an hour straight.
The twentieth day you didn’t fight with him, you didn’t talk to him, but at least you didn’t fight with each other.
The thirty second day you had a real conversation. You decided that since you and he were together for the rest of their lives they had better well be able to talk to each other.
The forty fifth day you kissed him and it was ok, he seemed to think it was brilliant, slow and perfect leaving him gasping and wanting more and you wanting to run and hide.
The fifty second day you were slammed against the wall and sucked off and you loved watching the small mouth stretch to fit around your cock, swallowing you down greedily as you fought not to fuck his mouth.
The seventy ninth day you sucked him off, pinning him to bed as you explore him, uncaring of what he wanted, you want to get used to it, so you took his time, and he blacked out when he came.
On the hundredth day you had had enough and that night you slammed him onto the bed and prepared him hearing him moan, knowing that rough and hard was what he wanted before you slammed into him and fucked him. You fucked him each day after that, never watching him. He was a body for you to use him.
On the two hundred and fifth day he whispered yours as you pounded into him and you closed your eyes biting his shoulder, leaving a mark that scarred, and not replying.
On the three hundred and twelfth day you finally fucked him face to face, you were able to watch his face instead of forcing him on his stomach, on all fours, or bent over something.
On the three hundred and twenty second day you found out he was pregnant and you weren’t sure if you were happy or sad. He was happy, ecstatic and kissed you, but you knew that any hope that this wasn’t real was gone.
On the five hundred and thirty ninth day he gave birth to a set of baby twin boys and you held them in your arms and you knew you wanted these children. And you knew you loved these children.
On the six hundred and ninety ninth day he told you that he loved you and you forced a smile and kissed him.
On the one thousandth day he told you he was pregnant and this time you were happy at the prospect of another child and so you kissed him.
On the one thousand two hundredth day he gave birth to a little girl and you smiled thinking of a name instantly and he agreed to it with a smile.
On the nine thousandth day he told you that he wanted to see the world and you went with him when the children were at school. He loved everything he saw, and you watched the dancers wishing you could touch one of them, and leave this life behind.
On the thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty seventh day you fought with him, telling him you couldn’t do this anymore that you wanted and out, you wanted to be able to touch other people.
On the thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty ninth day you apologized, saying that work was getting hard and the added stress with the promotion was getting to you. He accepted it with a smile and a kiss.
On the six thousand eight hundred and fourth day you watched as your sons graduated from Hogwarts as apposing Quidditch Captains with smiles on their faces.
On the seven thousand four hundred and fifth day you watched as your daughter graduated at the top of her glass with a smile and a fiancée.
On the Eight thousandth day you watched as they buried your daughter, the victim of a drunken driver crash and he cried holding on to you and you held him, feeling a connection with him, finally, at the loss of the child they loved so dearly.
On the fifteen thousandth day you realized that you liked him, you no longer held any hate for him in your heart and this made you happier than you thought it would’ve.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and thirtieth day you took him on a trip to see the world once more thought different eyes.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy third day you were rushed to the hospital after the two of you were hit by a drunk driver while you were walking to visit your grandchildren.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy fourth day you were told he died of heart complications due to the crash and for the first time you cried.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy fifth day you told him you loved him, as you kissed his pale cheek and closed the coffin door.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy sixth day you passed away realizing how much you needed him, how much you wanted him.
On the twenty seven thousand three hundred and seventy seventh day you watched as the clock spun back to one, and the days were no longer numbered, and you kissed him with the passion he deserved.
A/N; They were together for about 75 years, just so you know.