7th year has come and gone. For Ron it feels just like yesterday he departed from Hogwarts for the final time even though it had been eight years. He was still close to his friends from back in school, but he was not as secure in their relationship as back in the day. Everyone besides him had made a special bond with the others.

Him, Harry, Hermionie, Neville, and Luna had all been a group. But now its Harry AND Hermionie, Neville AND Luna, and…Ron. HE was like a third wheel…more like a fifth wheel.

Ron knew it would never be the same since the day of Harry and Hermionie's wedding. Watching them snogging every time he flood over to see them was not delightful moreover. Neville and Luna were so happy together. Last time he had wrote to Neville he was ecstatic. Ron suspected that Luna was expecting a child. It is pretty sad when your best friend will not even tell you that your other best friend is pregnant.

As Ron sat home alone awaiting a letter he wondered why he had never found love. He had dated that was true. Plenty of them, but they just never seemed to work out well. He just never felt chemistry with a woman. Sure he had also snogged plenty of them, but he had never felt that spark. Actually he had never enjoyed kissing.

'Maybe something's wrong with me?' he questioned himself. 'Maybe I'm just not meant to be with anyone.'

As an owl flew into the window a thought smacked Ron in the head. 'What if I have someone out there for me…What if it's just not a woman.' He opened the letter. It was from Harry. He looked down at his friend's handwriting. He missed his friend. The letter said:

Dear Ron,

Hermionie and me are doing great. How are you? Are you still dating that one chick from…from…ummm…Well you know where she's from. Last time I saw you two you were looking pretty serious. I hope everything is working out. You should come and visit more often. You should bring your girlfriend. Well see you soon.

Harry

P.S. Sorry I did not right much. Hermionie's feeling kind of frisky tonight

Ron tossed the letter into the fire. He had not been seeing anyone for at least five months. Not even his best friend knew that. The only positive thing about that letter was the invitation to visit often. He would not do it tonight because of the P.S. in Harry's note.

He still felt the urge to leave his one bedroom apartment so he grabbed his muggle jacket and departed with no destination in mind.

He grabbed his keys and climbed into the car (he had gotten a license four years earlier). He drove around aimlessly for about an hour. Then he came across a lonely looking street. He was lonely too so he decided to drive down it.

He stopped at a single building. As it rained he pulled into the parking lot. Through the rain stained window he saw a flickering neon sign hung to the shabby place. It said Rainbow Lodge. Under the sign it read men's gay bar.

Ron was about to start the car and drive away, but had a sudden urge to check it out. He felt he was meant to be there.