I OWN NOTHING

I love her. But I cannot love her, she is my best friend. Plus, Harry fancies her. He'd beat my arse if he knew. Okay, I DO NOT love her. I'm only 19. I don't know what love is. But I do. No, I do not. Damn it.

Ron was sprawled across his king sized bed in his condominium. Doing what he usually did after his late night rendezvous ended. Thinking of the only girl, he truly cared for. Hermione.

Ron got up and walked to his state of the art kitchen in muggle London. He took the daily prophet off the white marble table and made himself a butterbeer.

He went into his connected living room and sat in his leather lounge chair, opened the paper, and drank his butterbeer.

"Hmm. Lets see what they say about me." He said absently, "Sexiest, and most eligible wizards… 1. Draco Malfoy, git. 2. Ronald Weasley… okay, Birth date: 1 March 1980,Eye color: Blue, Is said to be marvelous kisser, sweet person, blah, blah, they never say how bloody adorable I am."

"Maybe because they don't want to be lying their arses off."

Draco Malfoy appeared in the room with a 'pop' wearing a green shirt and black slacks. His hair was messy and his trademark smirk replaced by a grin.

"Oh, am I first again? Pity Weasel. Thought they would have made you first by now."

"Shut it Ferret. I still know I'm better than you at chess."

"Oh yea, because chicks 'dig' chess." He remarked sarcastically, while 'plopping' on the couch.

"Did you come here to mock me in your success?" Ron asked impatiently.

"No, actually. I was just wondering where you bounded off to last night. And if you remember it."

"Vaguely." He admitted. "But I came here, Susan Bones I think it was? Well, we fooled around a bit. Just went home an hour ago I'd say."

Draco laughed, "Any slight regrets, Mr. Weasley?"

"No, not that I can think of at the moment, Mr. Malfoy."

"So was she good?"

"Eh, she was alright. Add her to your list. Under easy. For when you need a quick pick me up."

"Ha! Your funny, must be from hanging around me. However, I will do just that. May come in handy, as you said. Remind me later."

"Will do."

What would Hermione think of me? Treating girls like whores and such.

"Please stop zoning out on me. Please. You have any butterbeer?" Draco asked, tapping his forehead.

Ron handed Draco his butter beer and told him he didn't want it anymore."

"Thanks mate."

"Yep."

The friends sat in silence for a few minutes. Both immersed in thought. Ron thought back to how they had become friends.

When they were eighteen, Ron had gotten a job at a very important firm. He was barely below the Minister in importance. As was Draco, they we forced to be partners, but grew to be friends, best friends even. They were partners in crime, they went to clubs together, rated girls, daring each other to make a move, and helping the other look good. Draco had a list, and there was every girl they had slept with, along with their ratings and… such. It was a vile thing, but they were young, rich bachelors with nothing better to do. The world was their oyster.

He had not forgotten about Harry, they were still best friends, but Harry was in Fiji for a month on an auror mission.

They started talking animatedly about their favorite clubs when Draco mentioned, "I think Blazzes is the best place to find girls."

About a half an hour later, Draco said something about "Crazed Pixies" and apparated back to his place. Then he was all alone again.

Ron hated being alone. Hated that he didn't have a steady girlfriend. The one-night stands weren't enough to keep his heart at ease. Some of the girls would owl him (or in a muggle girl's case, call) or come to his house. They were clingy, and were too easy; they would never be good girlfriends, could not be trusted. Sleeping around with random people. And club girls weren't really his type. But Hermione…

"Hey Ron! Have time to chat a bit?"

A/N: So, how do you like it so far? Its going to be in both POV. Review.