Chapter 2: Mr. Thornton Durdle

5 years later

Ron walked out of his small apartment and headed down the main road. Harry's flat was not far away and it was Saturday (his day off) so he traveled at a leisurely pace enjoying the many blossoms signaling spring.

He knew it would be quicker to apparate but the muggles on the other side of his paper thin wall didn't seem to appreciate this much. He saved apparating for urgent matters as his work often called for. Being an Auror was everything he had ever wanted, and getting to work alongside his best friend, Harry Potter, made it even better.

Ron received many admiring glance from the women he passed on his way to Harry's. It was true; Ron had grown into a very stunning man over the past five years. His red hair he wore about three inches long so it fell attractively over his forehead. He had grown taller and was now near 6'6'' but had grown into his gangliness and replaced it with a lean muscular body. His freckles, as always, speckled his face and his blue eyes remained intense and liquid. He walked with dignity and confidence and sometimes even a bit of cockiness. No woman could resist him. (A/N: I know that all sounds corny but in other words; HE IS SO HOT!)

When he arrived at Harry's he let himself in and had a seat on the sofa. The room was silent until a crackling green fire and a head appeared in the fireplace. It belonged to Thornton Durdle, the head of Harry and Ron's department in the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, good afternoon Ron. What are you doing here?" asked Durdle curiously.

"I am probably here more than I am at my own home," replied Ron truthfully.

"Oh I see. Is Harry around?"

"I'm not sure, the place seems too quiet. If it has anything to do with work I'm sure I can handle—"

"No. Its private," interrupted Durdle, "I'll just try again later." And with that, he vanished.

Ron sighed. Harry had been doing an awful lot of Auror work alone these days. Aren't we supposed to be partners? And why wont Durdle trust me with any solo tasks while Harry he would trust with his life? Ron shrugged these thoughts out of his head as he helped himself to a soda.

When Harry arrived Ron had already resorted to counting tiles. He ignored Harry as he finally walked in.

"Six hundred and eighty two..." continued Ron.

"Four, nine, five, three, six!" blurted Harry causing Ron to lose count.

"Where've ya been?" asked Ron.

"Uh...out." replied Harry.

"But I always come over Saturday mornings," Ron reminded Harry. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing," replied Harry quickly. "I just needed to talk to Mr. Durdle," he added convincingly.

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