Chapter Two: Booze, Rock, and Rain.

SONG: "Your Guardian Angel" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus: It's carefree and childlike in it's pure love and innocence.

Tristan's POV Rolling Stone London HQ 8:55 am.

"Don't you have an interview today?" I asked Lori.

We were crammed into our tiny cubicle. Lori gets to interview celebrities. I write opinion pieces. Sometimes I like to live vicariously through her work.

"Nope. I just have to transfer last weeks interview from tape to paper." She didn't look up from her typing.

"Ron and I are having problems." I blurted out.

Lori knows all about Ron being a wizard. Crazy thing is: when I told her---she believed me. Didn't even ask questions. Seems she has a cousin that went to Hogwarts.

"About the--"

"Yeah." I cut her off.

We sat in awkward silence for the rest of the morning. At lunch we made small talk. We've been awkward around each other ever since our business trip to New York last year.

I went home early, hoping to find Ron there on his lunch break.

He wasn't.

Ron's POV. The Three Broomsticks 6:38 pm

"You do know," Harry led in careful, "that Tris was right, right?"

I didn't want to answer him. I know, deep down, that there was nothing I could have done. And I know that something like that could never happen to Tristan. But when you've lost so many people who you loved more than the world, you develop a fear.

I shrugged. "I'm just so scared---"

"I know." He interrupted. "But if you don't let go of what happened that night---you're going to lose the girl all over again.

Ron's POV cont. London Flat 8:47 pm

"What's all this about?"

As soon as I'd walked through the front door, Tristan was there with a couple of beers.

She sauntered over to me and handed me a beer. "I'm going to get you drunk and take advantage of you." she said jokingly.

"Seriously." I was smirking. She always knew how to do this to me.

She set down her beer and took my face in her hands "Ronald Bilius Weasley, I love you and I will do anything to ease your mind," She kissed me gently, yet passionately, then pulled back. "Now that all the mushy stuff is out of the way, " she let go of my face and picked her beer bottle back up "lets get shitfaced."

Later: 12:32 am.

"Let's go dancing!" She said between giggles. Her goal of getting us both happy and messed up had long since been achieved.

"Where are we going to go? Clubs must be closed by now."

"But I want to go dahn-sing, Ronald!" She said with a big flourish; arms stretched out--almost knocking over empty pizza boxes.

We both giggled.

"C'mon!!!" She grabbed my hands and pulled me off the couch.

"Where are we going, Tris?"

"Dahn-sing, Darling!"

We dashed out of our flat and up the fire escape onto the roof. It was raining lightly and somewhere in the night MCR's "Welcome To The Black Parade" was playing.

She noticed too.

"Perfect!" Her face was the perfect embodiment of child-like exuberance. She took me by the waist. "May I?"

We danced out in the rain for the better part of an hour.