'Why?' was his only question. And he sounded disappointed. I instantly knew, that he'd want answers sooner or later and I didn't know if my introvert-persona could handle that much social interaction.

'Just come on – I'll explain later.' I started pulling him again.

Wow. Just – wow. How can someone fuck up that badly? Oh, no never mind. It's you, so that's not that unexpected. You were always a huge fuckup.

And a waste of oxygen. You do know, that there are people who need this oxygen more than you? Right?

We arrived at the entry and I let Ron in, then we went both into the elevator.

'But honestly, do I look like a Joey? That is not that bad? I think?' he asked more himself than me while staring at his own face in the elevator mirror. 'Wait, so who was that?' he asked as he snapped back to reality.

'Just a guy, who's been hitting on me and it makes me uncomfortable.' I looked away. I was not in the mood to explain my whole love-life to Ron, but I hoped that at least that much would shut him up for now.

It didn't.

'How do you mean hitting on you? As in flirting? With you? But… how do you even know him?' he flooded me with questions.

'Well, Ron, your best friend has been flirting with me too, so don't act that surprised. And Jeff was the paramedic that took me to the hospital when I cut open my feet – the time Harry was dying? Remember?'

The elevator signalised us, that we were on the right floor and we both exited, Ron let me exit first, like a true gentleman.

He looked shocked at Harrys doorframe and my makeshift door. 'What is that?' his eyes were wide as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

'That… oh, yeah. I kicked down the door and well, I had to figure out a way to keep people out… and since I'm not officially allowed to do magic, since I dropped out of school, I had to get creative.' I don't know, why I explained myself. He should be glad, that I did that. 'I'm just asking, because it's a thing that people do, and I don't really want you to accept. Ronald, would you like to have some coffee? And again, I do not want you to accept.'

'Coffee? Sound great!' he said enthusiastically, forgetting about my masterpiece of trash bags, taped together.

'Did you not hear me? I said, that I don't want you to accept!' I tried to stop him, but he already waited at my door.

You're so stupid. You can't even keep people out of your house. And now, you're gonna go soft and let him in, give him some coffee and force yourself to go through all the small talk. Ha! Dumb. You've gone soft. Your dad would be so fucking disappointed. We're disappointed anyway, because everything you do is shit.

I sigh. They were right. I am going to let him in and force myself to do small talk, because I had gone soft. I moved in direction of my door and let the ginger boy in. He rushed inside and sat down in my living room, looking around excitedly.

I followed him, but instead of going to the living area, I went to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine.

'What coffee do you like?' I yelled to the living room and got a yelled 'With milk and sugar!' as a reply.

I quickly made a milk-sugar one for Ron and a black one for myself, then I joined him in my living room, sitting on the opposite couch.

'I like the aesthetic in your apartment.' The ginger boy commented and sipped his coffee.

'What are you doing here?' I ignored his compliment.

'Well, as I said, I'm here to check on Harrys home.'

'Then why are you here and not in his home?'

'Becaus-' my phone started ringing loudly, stopping Ron from finishing his sentence.

I excused myself and went to my bedroom to pick the call up.

'What?' I pressed the green button.

'Mr. Malfoy? I'm Mrs. Auburn Neal, and I'm calling from MLawyers.' I interrupted her.

'How did you get my number?'

'Your mother gave it to me. Well anyway-' I interrupted her again.

'Damn that woman. Let me guess. You want to know, when I will start at your company?'

'Yes…' she answered, a little frightened because I started shouting.

'You can tell that woman, that she can shove it up her fucking ass. I'm not interested in that job! How many times should I repeat that? I should get that tattooed on my forehead, so she'll remember.' She was bugging me about becoming the new CEO in her stupid lawyer company. She doesn't get, that I'd rather just spend days in my apartment, watch TV and just not do anything. But no – she thinks that because I'm her only son, I have to inherit the whole company, although I have no fucking idea about law and all that shit. I broke the law more often than she men's hearts [and she does have a ton of men, adoring her and throwing themselves at her, it's probably the money though].

'But Mr. Malfoy, I understand, that you don't want to, but I'm just doing my job. And if I can get you to accept I'm going to get a rise.' She explained.

'Why are you telling me this? I couldn't care less, if you'll get more money monthly or not. C'est la vie.'

'Okay, so I'll tell her, that you'll think about it.' And she hung up. Annoyed I turned around, opened my door, stomped into the small hallway and slammed it shut behind me. Then I stomped on, to the living room, where Ron looked curiously at me.

'What happened?' he asked.

'Nothing. It's just my stupid mother.' I tried not to yell at him. 'Ronald, could you just go – you said you needed to check on Harrys place. Not be here.'

'But… coffee…' he pointed at the cup, but then he thought it through. 'You're right. Thanks for having me.'

'Not my pleasure.'

'Well, see you!' he stood up and exited through my door, out of my apartment.

Pissed at myself I didn't really know, what to do.

You're such an annoying piece of shit.

OH MY FUCKING GOD, CAN YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE, I DON'T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO HEAR YOUR FUCKING VOICES, JUST GO TO BED.

I hated myself right now. My mum wanted shit from me again, I met Jeff on the street, which means he's living somewhere nearby, I still didn't know what to do about Harry and ughhh.

But today started so well. I really had hoped, that it would be different from other days, finally a happy day, in between the sea of shitty days.

I decided, that only one thing could make this a less shitty day – going to a pub and getting blackout drunk again.

Hiii soooo yah. I finished! Yayay! i think. Well ihopeyouenjoyedit! byyyyee