Chapter 1
The rain lightly tapped on the roof of a small, old building in London. Two stories up, a dim light resonated through transparent white curtains. Inside a pale young man lay in bed, motionless. Golden blond hair hovering over a long white bandage on his forehead, rose tinted lips, scattered scars across his face. His breath was short and sparse as his pulse. He lay in a small iron framed bed atop a old, almost rotting wooden floor. White, cracked, coarse walls tinted with the yellow of age surrounded him in this one room apartment. A candle, by his bed side on a night stand was the only form of light besides the stars, which seemed to shine a little less brightly on this room then all others. The door knob turned slowly and in stepped a cloaked figure soaking wet, with a large brown bag in it's arms. Setting the bag on a table, it turned to the door and locked it's many locks (6 to be exact). The hood of the cloak was let down revealing a young man. Tall and slender, scruffy black hair contrasting with majestic emerald eyes. He looked over at the man in the bed and smiled a awkward smile. He removed the cloak from his person and retrieved the brown bag and headed towards the bed. He sat down in a chair next to the bed and set the bag down on the floor next to him.
"It's raining..." The man said taking the cold blonds hand in his, "You will never believe what happened today" he said beginning to remove the bandage over the mans forehead, "I saw Ron today in the city. He and Hermione got a divorce, but he is doing well and is engaged to some blond woman. Her name escapes me but she is a pretty girl, they will have nice children..if they last long enough" he said smiling.
He looked at the blond as if expecting a smile but still consciously knowing that, that was impossible. He couldn't, and never will smile at even the funniest of jokes. He would never react to any sort of emotion wether it be anger, sadness, happiness, or even love.
"Anyway" He said trying to fight back the tears, "I talked to the landlord. We have until this Friday to pay the rent. I don't know how we are gonna do it but we will, I promise. He's been so nice to us lately, letting us skip out on payments, but I guess like everything his generosity must end." The dark haired boy chuckled a little to himself, " It would be nice to just use magic and make some money, or heal your wounds so we could just get out of here but with all the Death Eaters, that's the last thing we need" He said looking at Draco, waiting for him to speak.
But...he just laid there on the bed, eyes closed, no recognition being shown that he even heard what the other man was saying. The other man clutched his hands in his lap. His head hung low as he gave up fighting it and let the tears fall.
"I know you told me not but...I miss you...Draco I miss you" he said clenching his teeth, "But...I must be strong..." he looked up at Draco with a smile, tears still running down his face, "For the both of us."
He looked out the window at the dark night sky. The rain still beating on the roof of the small building. The flickering flame of the candle casting shadows all around the modest room. He grasped Draco's hand again.
"Did I tell you it was raining...?" He said in a whisper.
(A/N: Yeah I know it's short but it will get longer I promise )