Authors Note: I can't believe that I am updating this quickly…but I don't want to update too much because the story is not so far from its end( and no I am not abandoning it so you will definitely have an concluded ending)…sorry to say- so savor what I write when it lasts…
Harry waited out front in the lobby when Ron stormed in.
" Hey Harry ol' chum…Let's go,"
Ron placed his hand on Harry's back as he lead him to the taxi out front.
"I took the taxi here-sorry but I don't think anyone really needs to own a car in this city," Ron laughed. Harry just kept quiet
" Cheer up Harry…" Ron looked at him "You can tell me everything when we get to my---"
"I'd prefer not…"Harry snapped as he was looking out the window; Ron just sat quiet.
" How'd you get back so fast?" Ron quickly said
" This…" Harry talked back as he flicked out his wand
" Oh…I missed that." Ron smiled. Harry just heavily sighed letting Ron talk to the taxi cab driver the rest of the way home.
They arrived back at Ron's apartment and Harry tripped on a cardboard box.
"Bloody hell-how did that get there?" Harry stammered trying to recover from his quick fall.
" Oh…" Ron laughed " Draco came by to pick up some of his things…He just bought a new apartment." Ron scratched the back of his head.
" What?" Harry asked a bit puzzled
" Oh…this used to be Draco's apartment. Then he moved in with errr--"Ron looked around for a moment trying to avoid his next sentence " He moved in with Hermione…But uh---for some reason they just recently err-broke up he just called me before you did saying he bought a new apartment…you know you can't be living in an apartment with the girl you just broke up with," Ron laughed sarcastically
" He could've moved in with you that idiot…" Harry said taking a seat on the couch.
" He wanted to be alone…" Ron sighed " I think it's actually better for him and better for myself…Now that I have the house to myself I can maybe show my living quarters to the ladies…" Ron smiled trying to crack a joke but sighed.
" Draco-that little bastard…how could he do that to Hermione?" Harry snickered " Little…I could just kill---"Harry then looked up at Ron " Uh I think I should um get some sleep Ron." Ron perked up
" Eh? Getting sleepy…I remember when we used to stay up late in Hogwarts as Hermione—used to study until practically two in the morning…"
" Yeah…" Harry cracked a fake smile
" Well you can have my room…don't mind my desk it's got so much of my papers all over it-phone books, newspaper clippings, phone numbers of several women whom I don't have the guts to call---" Ron chuckled.
" You're hilarious…" Harry pointed his finger at him and sarcastically chuckled which turned into a sigh. Ron opened the door to his room, which had the computer open to his e-mails and the bed neatly made.
" Those are fresh sheets…Just washed them this morning thankfully." Ron smiled
" Thanks…" Harry said and closed the door on Ron.
"I'm going to go out and get dinner Harry." Ron replied
" Bye then…" Harry yelled through the door.
" G'day," and Ron slammed the door.
Harry looked around in the room as his eyes moved directly to the messy desk. He rummaged through the pieces of papers trying to find something of importance something of reason…---and there was a picture of Hermione on a Polaroid. He looked at the picture with Hermione all set and ready with a nice black dress and a purse as if venturing out to some sort of a convention. She smiled in delight as she flashed her teeth in the picture Harry stroked her cheek on the picture as his finger lay upon another section of the photo…there next to her with his arm around her waist was Draco he had his hair all ruffled at the top-making him seem attractive to Hermione and he was wearing a black polo with ironed khakis. That little bastard…Harry mumbled to himself. It's all his fault my life became this way…if he didn't exist this wouldn't have happened…I would still be with Cho- Hermione wouldn't be in love with him and all would be fine…but no that bloody beast had to be born in this awful world in order to ruin my social life…I could just kill him---Harry paused and looked around the empty room. Revenge he thought kill…the sweet taste of blood he smiled as if he was going insane…I'll banish Draco from the face of this Earth…Harry grinned Thus Hermione won't have to worry about him…I'll be able to take her on again-and like a sick puppy she'll most likely fall for me…Harry rummaged through the papers on the desk awhile longer as he pulled out an address and phone number on a post-it that said Hermione upon it he looked at it solemnly and stuffed it in his back pocket I suppose I'll be needing this once I'm done with that Malfoy…Harry rummaged through the desk pulling up more newspaper articles trashing them to the side and digging into drawers. Only until he heard a click at the door did he creep into bed knowing that Ron would be suspicious.
" –Arry…I'm home with supper…" Ron called out into the apartment slamming his keys upon the coffee table next to the divan.
" awright…" Harry dragged as if he were tired and cranky. Ron knocked on the door as Harry quickly fluffed the sheets to make them look messy and ruffled his hair creating a bed-head like look.
" I'm coming I'm coming…" Harry snapped as he threw open the door bumping into Ron.
"Hey-I bought egg rolls and pan fried dumplings… not your kind of feast but its food…" Ron laughed pointing towards the kitchen. Harry pretended to walk in a tiresome way as he head toward the kitchen.
" I think I'll just fix myself some tea if you don't mind…not quite hungry at the moment." Harry yawned
" Oh-okay then…" Ron smiled " I'm going to take a bath now Harry-make yourself at home." Ron went into the bedroom down the way from Harry's and shut the door. Harry head toward the stove as he poured water into the kettle and set it to boil, the kettle looked quite burnt on the bottom but the rest of it was sterling metal; so clear that Harry could see his reflection. Harry paced around the kitchen and then opened the refrigerator to check out the food supply Ron had. Couple cases of beer, hot dogs, chicken, ketchup, mustard, relish-normal condiments for a hotdog…leftovers, orange juice, coffee grinds, eggs, lettuce, bread…Huh-Ron was more healthy than he thought. Harry chuckled in disbelief. Closing the door the refrigerator Harry saw a post it smack dab in the middle next to a calendar with pictures of London for each month. The post-it looked as if it had a coffee ring around the edge as it stated: Draco's New Address and Phone Number and beneath it was Ron's scribbled handwriting, which Harry could barely make out. Looking around the kitchen Harry pulled out his wand from his back pocket and made a copy of the post it Duplicadacio! (Okay I just made that one up…) and instantly the post-it duplicated itself. Harry grinned kissing his wand as he took one of the post –its, leaving the other back upon the refrigerator. Just then Ron came out of the bedroom with his bathrobe on and slippers upon his feet.
"You fixed yourself some tea?" Ron said
" I don't think you have any tea bags…" Harry replied
" Top cupboard to your left." Ron informed as he head to the bag of Chinese food.
" Ah…chamomile." Harry smiled
" Oh- Don't try that Harry it tastes terrible no matter how much sugar you add to it. Which reminds me-you're right I don't have any tea bags…" Ron slapped his forehead " I'm on a delay for some reason today" he said.
" No harm done…" Harry sighed " I'll just go to the store if there is one around here…" Harry said
" Down the block there is a café. Maybe you can buy their tea bags…however it's quite expensive-do you got yourself some money?" Ron said
"Yeah…spare change" Harry replied and head towards the door as he placed on his shoes. " I might take a walk or two" Harry said as he was closing the door behind him. " So don't worry about me."
" Okay---"Ron said scoffing down a dumpling and sipping some red wine.
Harry head down to the elevator as he pressed the button. The doors slid open which revealed a French lady with her poodle.
" Hello young man." She said holding her head up high " Lookz zlike yu' got smawked upzide ze 'ed…" Harry knew she was talking about his scar
" I don't believe you are allowed to have dogs in the building are you?" Harry questioned, changing the subject. The lady just scoffed away holding her nose high to the ceiling.
" Stubborn French bitch" Harry snickered and hopped into the elevator. As the doors closed he pulled out the post-it with Draco's new address and phone number scribbled upon it. He smiled at it in spite of what he had in store.