Chapter 2

A/N: I AM SO SORRY! It's been over a month. I AM AN AWFUL AWFUL PERSON. I really am sorry. But as always, I have an excuse. I have been sick, I have exams coming up and have been overloaded with homework and I just got myself involved in a musical and a whole bunch of other stressful stuff. So if updates still don't come, that's why. I apologize for the shortness of this chapter but I honestly haven't had the time. SORRY!

Harry awoke to the sound of Ron's old textbooks dropping on the wooden floor. Rubbing the sleepers from his eyes, he grudgling rolled over and looked at the clock. 6:12. Thanks Ron.

"Oi, you're up! Now you can help me pack" he said, tossing in a sneakoscope to his miscellaneous pile of rubbish.

Ever since they had gotten out of Hogwarts, Harry and Ron had shared an apartment in London. They were (very messy, mind you) roommates.

"What are you doing?" Harry grumbled, thrusting his pillow over his head.

"I'm getting married" he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, duh. But why are you packing at six in the morning?"

"Time is money" Ron whistled.

"Whatever" Harry said. "I'm going to Diagon Alley today. I have some things to do"

"You were just there. I need help packing"

"You're a big boy. I just have some stuff to get. Besides that, you can use magic"

"But, I can't keep all this stuff. Besides that, it brings back memories" Ron said dramatically, rubbing away a fake tear.

Harry shook his head. "You have fun. I'm leaving"

He grabbed his broom and shoved a pumpkin muffin in his mouth. He was going to get that ring.

"What-What do you mean you sold it?" Harry roared.

"Sir, please just calm down. The man who purchased this ring got here before you. The early bird gets the worm" The manager quoted.

Harry sneered. He was going to lose his temper. He could just feel it. "All right. What's your name…Mr.?"

"Mr. Grant"

"Ok, Mr. Grant. You see, I need to have that ring. That ring was perfect. Why can't you just order another one or something?"

"The series was discontinued Mr. Potter. The ring you are talking about is no longer manufactured. You know, we have many other nice rings here" Mr. Grant said, gesturing to the cases beside him.

Harry rubbed his temples impatiently. "I don't want another ring" he sighed. "Can you maybe remember who purchased it?"

"Er…he-he had….very blonde hair. Almost white. He was about your age, too. He came in just yesterday, and I think he was dressed in all black…"

"Malfoy" Harry whispered.

"What's that sir?"

"Nothing" Harry said. He turned on his coat and walked out of the shop. Malfoy would give him that ring. He had too.

I'm half asleep so if any of that didn't make sense, that's why. Just too clear up any confusion, Harry and Ron aren't pulling a Broke back mountain. Their just roomies. Once again, I'm sorry for not updating and for the length of the chapter. I'll try to get them up sooner! Hope you enjoyed. Please review.