Hello the world of fanfiction! Sorry it has been so long since my last update. I've been trying to write this chapter for a while now but like it has been quite difficult. And I've also been working on my other marriage law fic. I've also posted another story called 'Speak What We Feel' and it's a little dramione story. Please take a look at it!

Also, just wanted to say that this story is coming to a close now :( So thanks to everyone who has been there the whole way! Also just wanted to remind you all that there is a poll on my profile so please check it out! My marriage law fic is winning at the moment which is strange because this story has more reviews per chapter.

Okay on with the story, disclaimer – I am not the owner of Harry Potter xx

~ At the burrow still ~

The burrow was silent now. People were a little afraid to speak up considering Ron's melodramatic exit. Mrs Weasley started to clear the plates away while everyone else slowly started to disperse from the table. Now only Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Draco were sat at the table, shifting awkwardly in their seats.

"Where do you think Ron has gone?" Harry input, trying desperately to break free from the awkward hold on the situation.

"Either: to a bar to get completely and utterly pissed or roaming around a field like some drunken psychopath throwing rocks at innocent sheep to vent his anger." Ginny cleverly replied.

"Or he might be walking down a hill, pouring out his sorrows to old farmers that wanted company." Harry wittily responded.

Draco just laughed; he never knew that Harry and Ginny were so funny or nice to be frank. But honestly, he never knew anything about the Gryffindor crowd. He just saw them in classes and around the castle.

"Knowing Ron, he's probably going to do all three." Hermione finally said.

Mrs Weasley came bustling into the dining room to pick up the empty glasses scattered around the table. "Come on, go outside, have fun, or do something! You can't just sit in here all day!"

The four people rose from the table quickly, not wanting Mrs Weasley to snap at them again. Ginny and Hermione fled to the kitchen to help wash up while Draco and Harry sauntered outside.

"Shit. I was supposed to meet the team today." Draco muttered under his breath, obviously quite loudly.

"Oh yeah, I heard that you were a Quidditch player. Apparently you're one of the best seekers around."

"Thank you, Potter. I do try. How come you don't play? If my memory serves me correctly, you were quite a good seeker too."

"Yeah I was Hogwarts' best seeker," he mused, Draco laughed along as he knew it was a joke. "But I don't think I would have liked going professional."

"Each to their own, I always say."

"So what's this event that you need to go to?"

"It's this thing for my team and the Chudley Cannons. Its like a question conference for both teams concerning the last game. Which I may add, I thrashed little Ronald in."

"Yes I heard about that. He was not the happiest bunny." Harry joked.

"And I'm supposed to be there soon."

"Wait, if it's Chudley Cannons too. Then shouldn't Ron be there too?"

"In theory yes; but who knows, the little ginger git might not even turn up."

"Can I come to this conference? I need to get Ron home and you know how it goes."

"Sure why not, Potter? We better leave now then."

"Okay, but we have to tell the girls first. And I thought the surname calling was put to an end!"

"Old habits die hard mate. Come on, let's go."

~ At the conference ~

"Draco! Psst!" Harry whispered while they were entering the building.

"Yes?" Draco replied.

"What team do you play for again?"

"Well I did an apprenticeship for Puddlemere united, but ended up being better than the other more experienced players. Then a little while after that I moved to the Ballycastle Bats. But their colours were red and black and I don't do red. So now I play for the Montrose Magpies. Black and white, no green unfortunately but better than red. We're the best team in the world." He smirked.

"Hmm didn't know you were that good."

"There are lots of things that you don't know, Harry."

Draco and the rest of his team were sat patiently at the long desk in the huge questioning hall. The Chudley Cannons looked quite miffed that they were about to face two solid hours of insults because in the last game they played quite poorly. However there was no sight of Ron.

The questioning started quite swiftly. A tall woman in a grey suit topped off with a short cloak stood up with a microphone to voice her question.

"Julia Tom from Quidditch Now," she announced. "My question is for the captain of the Montrose Magpies, Mr Malfoy. Mr Malfoy, how did it feel to win this tournament against the Chudley Cannons in the final?"

"Honestly, it felt bloody brilliant. Especially because their captain, Mr Weasley isn't one of my best friends… Speaking of Mr Weasley, where is the ginger?" Draco smirked which the crowd seemed to love. They were all in hysterics, including Harry.

"OI! I'm here now!" a voice boomed from the opposite side of the room. "And I have a bone to pick with you, Mr Malfoy."

~ End of chapter ~

Now this chapter was quite different from other ones that I've posted. There wasn't much Dramione action but I thought this chapter was necessary and gives the fic a new dynamic.

So I hoped that you liked the little Drarry bromance. (Not romance, I'm not big on slash.) And in the next chapter there will be more Dramione romance and more Ron idiocy.

Okay now you've read the chapter and the ANs, now its time to REVIEW :) XXX