I am so sorry! It's been ages I know but I've been so snowed under with work and everything has been so hectic that I haven't really had time to write out a chapter or give it the time it deserves!

I hope you have all been well - take care and best wishes for the New Year :)
-loony.

Ron's eyes shot open as he was shoved off the chair he had fell asleep in last night; Draco stood over him.

'Get up,' Draco's face was stern with his hands on his hips. Ron relaxed.

He yawned and stretched as he began to stand up. He glanced at the nearest clock - 4:30am.

'Why am I awake?'

'Look, we've got to leave now and get Cockcroft.' Ron gave a small snigger at the name.

'At 4:30 in the bloody morning.' Draco said nothing but continued to glare at Ron.

'Okay, okay... first breakfast,' Ron's stomach growled.

'No, we leave now. Quietly.' Draco span around and began to silently stomp towards the door.

First he was woken up at stupid o'clock in the morning and now told he wasn't allowed to eat.

'Malfoy-,'

'No, just no. You are not having breakfast.'

'I've only got my boxers on.'

'You know it's a free country, Malfoy,' smirked Ron as he stepped out of the house, pulling the collar on his coat up against the bitter cold. Draco locked the door behind him.

'Yes,' was his short reply.

'And people are free to do whatever they want.'

'So?'

'Well, your mum is very, very free,' Ron's smirk became even cheekier.

'I'm going to kill you.'

'This is the address,' said Draco, Ron let out a small growl; it was far too early to sound that happy or awake.

'Come on!' Implored Draco as he walked towards the block of flats but Ron made no sign of movement.

'So you want to just walk up to his flat and be like 'oh hi there, you tried to kill us and we both hate each other but would you mind just telling us who employed you and set us up? It would be really appreciated, thanks very much old chap', yeah, that sounds like a bloody great plan!' Ron's voice was seeping sarcasm.

'And I thought Gryffindors were meant to act now and think later! Of course, I've got a plan.'

'Oh, I'm sorry I mustn't have got your telepathic message - let me just check the owerly in my mind... no, I don't seem to have it.'

'We're going to up to his flat, knock-,'

'And of course, he'll let us in won't he!' Interrupted Ron but Draco carried on regardless.

'We'll barge in-,'

'Without any forms of attack, we don't even have our wands.'

'And-,'

'And what?'

'Well, you know-,'

'Oh, I'm sorry, is this another mind owl I didn't get? I really should check my telepathic owlery more often!'

'Oh shut up Ron! Just follow my lead!'

'Bloody hell, why should I follow you? Why can't you follow me? I'm the senior officer here.'

'No, you're not, we're the same level.'

'But I've held it longer than you have.'

'And? You only got that promotion because your boyfriend, Potter, gave it to you!'

'Leave Harry out of this!'

'Awwh, does Weasel miss his boyfriend.'

'Shut up! Harry's not gay.' Ron's ears began to glow a dangerous red.

'But you are? I'm so glad you felt comfortable enough to come out-,' Ron launched at Draco, flooring him.

'Shit!' Yelled out Draco as his back smashed into the concrete floor.

Ron moved his face inches away from Draco's.

'You ever say I got my position because of Harry again and I'll make you regret the day you were born, Malfoy,' Draco opened his mouth to say something but Ron's face made him think otherwise.

'What is the world coming to!' Tutted a small old woman as she hobbled past the two young men on the floor.

As she past, Ron jumped up and brushed himself down, Draco followed suit soon after.

'Right,' Draco gave a small cough. 'It's flat 3a, ready?'

Ron gave a small nod.

'I told you, I don't do mornings on an empty stomach.'

'Mythe, Lord Mythe,' the American yelled before he continue to whimper. Draco and Ron had burst through the flat's door a little under two hours ago and the American had finally cracked. It was quicker than Ron had thought.

'Do you think he's telling the truth?' Draco asked as he looked at Joe.

'I don't know,' shrugged Ron, he looked to the ceiling and then to the floor. 'But there doesn't seem to be a hole up there and he's sitting in a puddle.'

'Disgusting,' tutted Draco.

'We'll be on our way then,' said Ron as he finished off his cup of tea. 'Thirsty work this,' he added.

'What?' Murmured Joe as his head hung low.

'We're leaving, as long as you've finished?' Ron looked to Draco.

'This coffee tastes like shit, in fact I think it's worse.'

'You'd know what that tastes like?' Ron raised one eyebrow with a smirk.

'Fuck off Weasel.'

'That's exactly what I plan to do,' he winked at Draco and got his coat off a nearby chair.

'What about me?' Joe's voice sounded hollow and broken but neither man cared.

'You killed one of my oldest and closest friends,' said Ron through clenched teeth. 'You're lucky I haven't done worse,' he growled.

Draco suddenly wondered what Ron's worst was - thank Merlin that Weasley had never turned to the Dark side.

'Err, where are you going?' Asked Draco as they left the flat block. He had turned left, which was the direction of the Mythe Mansion while Ron had decided to go in the opposite direction.

'To get a taxi, I'm not walking.'

'Why don't we just apparate?'

Ron just stared at Draco with a blank expression.

'What?' Draco wondered what he was missing.

'We apparate, our names will appear in the MoM and, if you hadn't forgotten, we're wanted criminals, escaped from prison. They'll track us to the Mythe place and we'll be well and truly fucked.'

'Yeah,' Draco said. 'But, aurors will then be at the Mythe Mansion and can arrest the Lord.'

Ron gave Draco the same expression he had just seconds before.

'I'm sorry, did you not just listen to a word I just bloody said?! We are escaped convicts! They'll kill us without a thought! Aaaand, the Mythes will know we're coming - it's obvious they have people on the inside - how do you think they always managed to squirm out of the trials?'

Draco said nothing back.

'Thank you!' Sighed Ron.

They managed to get a taxi quite quickly for London - it only took half an hour.

'Where to mate?' Said the driver in a gravely, gruff voice, a limp cigarette hanging out his mouth.

Ron gave off an address and got in the back, Draco followed with an eyebrow raised.

'Where are we going?' Whispered Draco to Ron.

'We need transport.'

'We have it,' Draco gestured to their current location.

'Yeah, 'cause we're totally going to roll up to that place in a bloody taxi! Un-bloody-armed.'

There was a pause.

'Where are we going then?'

'To a friend of mine to get some help.'

'Who?'

'He's called Charlie,' answered Ron with a smile.

'This Charlie isn't family, is he?' Asked Draco nervously. He had spent enough time with Ron to know that the Weasley's were irrational, foolish and, probably, mentally damaged.

'Maybe,' smirked Ron.

'Oh Merlin, we're screwed!'