Author's Note: I own nothing but the plot and strange dialogue, JK owns the characters and various places ect. Also this is were I'm going to put my various Ronsy/Ransy one shots, song fics and drabbles. This one is going to a songfic using 'Feb.15th' by Bright Eyes, I do not own those lyrics and if I was half the writer Conor Oberst is these would be better. xDD Also Review and favorite is love :3!

All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here the days pile up

Feb. 15th

Bright Eyes

The chatter surrounds him as he sits on the bar stool, broken, tired and feeling the effect of the alcohol was running through his veins. He wasn't in the mood to stand out like he usually did yet; the flaming red hair was like a beacon calling everyone to him. They had fought again, this time about what he didn't do less than twenty-four hours ago. He had told her that the holiday she cherished was rubbish, only made to make lonely people feel less than what they were and to give couples the right to parade around like kings and queens. Even with tears in her eyes he didn't regret his words, she screamed about how he never had any feelings, and he retorted with "Because you have enough for both of us!" He ran his hand through his red beacon to make the memory not as vivid while his blue eyes ran down the bar he was leaning on.

The regular patrons filled the bar, a round man who sells knock off wands, a ragged looking woman who is the best cook in town gulped down some fire whiskey before he turned his face to look down the other end of the bar. Several people filled that side, one caught his eye as there was something about them, something familiar, but in his current state he couldn't place her face. He brought his drink up to his lips, but feeling the air that filled the glass rather than the liquid he had been drinking turned his eyes to the bartender before ordering another. His sea colored eyes fell back to the glass as he watched the liquid pour and splatter onto the wood counter top. The weight of a hand landing firmly on his shoulder caused him to look at the person, the messy black hair, weary eyes hidden by his glasses and his face contorted into an expression of worry stood next to him. Ron gave a weak sideways smile as his friend took a seat next to him. The room was filled with spurts of laughter, clanking of glass and the smoke of some cigarettes, but between the two friends there was silence. The kind that made you feel like you were choking slowly, as the pressure to talk crept around you until you couldn't take it anymore and whatever was floating around in your head popped out through your lips.

"Where's my sister?" Ron asked unsure if that should have been the first thing to ask. His eyes studying his friends' facial expression as Harry shrugged before taking a swing from the bottled beer he had ordered during their silent strangling. "She called from her office asking me to come here and talk to you." Harry said as he sat the bottle back-down onto the wood, "You and Mione fought again I hear." He added as he tilted his head to look at his friend. Ron let out an exhausted sigh, "Valentine's Day wouldn't be normal between us if we didn't fight." He said with chuckle before he gulped down his glass, Harry shook his head and chuckled with his friend. "What I don't get is why you two don't just call it quits and end this crazy relationship you two have?" Harry asked as the chuckles faded into the background. Ron thought for a second before he spoke, "Because it's too hard to tell someone new everything about me, I mean Mione already knows why I hate spiders, what I've been through, and to do that with another person is just exhausting to even think about." Harry wrinkled his forehead in confusion, "So you're staying with her because it's easier than letting someone else in?" he asked. Ron nodded, "Pretty much mate. I mean I love the girl to death, but she is too much my opposite for me to look at her the way you look at Ginny." Harry nodded as though he understood, but he didn't; "Besides I think the wizarding world would end if I broke it off with her." Harry choked on his drink as Ron made this statement, "That's a bit vain." He said after he pulled the bottle from his lips, "No it's true, my mother would hex me any time she saw me, Ginny would yell at me, and you would be stuck with two friends who are mad at each other. Oh and don't get me going on how Rita would spin that story until every witch and wizard was tired of it. I can see the headline now, 'The Golden Trio splits up due to the Bumbling Redhead's failing relationship with the Muggleborn.' Now don't tell me that isn't what would happen." Ron said with a raised eyebrow as he looked at his best friend.

After Harry's question was answered by Ron they moved onto various topics, quidditch, work, and after Harry caught his buzz up to Ron's they began down the road of nostalgia. "I still can't believe you and Lavender were a thing," Harry said with a slap to Ron's back. Ron shrugged, "What I can't believe is the fact that you got your first real kiss before me. I mean really you couldn't let me try something before you." He said in a teasing voice, Harry laughed a boisterous laugh and ordered another round for the duo. As Harry grabbed the two bottles of beer that was left in front of them he spoke, "You know who I always thought was extremely pretty?" he asked as he handed one of the bottles over to Ron. "MY sister?" he asked with shrug and smile. Harry shook his head as pulled the bottle from his lips, "No, Luna." He stated before wiping remaining drops of beer off his lips with his sleeve. Ron tilted his head in disbelief, "Loony Luna? Really?" he asked still not sure if Harry meant to say that name. Harry nodded, "She was different, I know that, but if you just looked at her she sent a wave of calm around her and whoever was in her life." He said as he twisted the bottle in his hands while the bottom of it stayed on the counter. Ron nodded in agreement, he had never thought of her that way, but then again he had his own secret crush back then too. Ron looked at Harry as he set his bottle on the counter, "I'm going to tell you something that has been kept from you, it's about me and who I fancied while at Hogwarts. But you have to swear not to tell anyone." He said as he grabbed Harry's shoulder and pointed his finger at him in a stern way, if he hadn't been drunk that is. Harry nodded as he followed suit and set his beer on the counter as well, "Alright I swear, so who was it?" Ron looked around the room just to be safe, "Pansy." He whispered barely able to let the word slip past his tongue, Harry's wide eyes and open mouth said it all. "What?!" he said too loud, Ron tried to hush him as Harry stood up out of shock and dismay. "I know, I know. She was cruel, nosy, bossy, and yet she gave off this sense of unadulterated, dark, mysterious sexiness. So much so that when she was around I couldn't help, but stare at her, so I made sure I stayed away from her as much as possible." Ron's confession brought Harry back to the real world, a world where his best friend wasn't pining over the Slytherin Princess, and they were just telling truths to one another.

The smell of a clove cigarette washed over the two as a woman in tight form fitting dress made her way to the bar. Her raven hair was in waves, her eyes were a deep mossy green and her lips were glossy. Ron hit Harry's shoulder before pointing at the one person he wasn't supposed to be seeing at the moment in his life. Harry turned to see her standing there her green eyes fell on the two as they gawked at her, "Well if it isn't Weasel and Scar Head." She said as her eyebrow raised and a smile spread across her pouted lips.

++Yep you have to wait till the next one sowwy D: ++