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When Draco popped into the bar, far earlier than usual, he was assaulted by questions from Erin. "Well? Didn't I tell you? Did he take the job? Isn't he just dreamy? Don't you want to sink your teeth into-" Erin, accustomed to being cut off, fell silent as Draco raised his head. "He wasn't there. I'll have to go back later, maybe tonight."

"What do you mean, he wasn't there! He's always there! The boy has no social life!" Draco slammed a hand down, "It means what it means, he wasn't there." And Erin calmed down, as Draco continued on pushing a hand through his hair, "The only guy working was that moron Weasley." Without even meaning to, Draco's lips curled as he said "Not that it wasn't enjoyable seeing him. I'd forgotten how angry and stupid he is. Good to see old friends." Draco laughed, harsh, cutting, like broken glass. Erin pulled out a chair, sat down and said, "Weasley? Don't they all have pink hair or something, a medical anomaly?"

Draco chuckled and poured himself some gin. "They might as well be. Bright red hair, bright red skin, all gangly and underfed, it's a medical miracle how they've all survived." When he didn't hear Erin laugh, Draco turned to him. He was used to people agreeing with whatever he said. "What?"

"Er…Red hair, you say?" Erin was careful not to make eye contact with Draco. He was now in a possibly dangerous situation. He tried to choose not to speak any further, to not say anything else, but Draco's eyes boored into his and Erin spilled. "Red hair, thinnish, freckles?

"...That would be the one." He finished meekly, head turning down like a puppy waiting to get hit. After a few moments pause, Erin looked up to see a very thoughtful Draco. Knowing Draco wouldn't reveal anything if he was concious of it, Erin listened closely to the broken mumbling.

"Hmm…It'll be even harder to get him then…Won't if he's not…Maybe another boy? But what would he like…And would it even be worth it?" If Erin could see the machinations going on behind that cool exterior, the one he described to friends, family, anyone who would listen as being so handsome, he would have run screaming from the room. After a few minutes of palpable silence, Draco turned to Erin, motioned for the boy to get out of his chair, and sat down.

"Erin, we're going to have to take a different approach to this that usual." As Draco laid out his new plan, Erin's emotions spiked from curiosity to shock.

"You want ME to go get him? But, but you never, never let anyone else deal with this kind of thing-"

"Aren't you my partner, Erin? It's time we started sharing that responsibility. And besides, you should thank me for this. I'm giving you the okay to fuck him. Fuck him senseless. Fuck him until his brains fall out and he'll be unfit to work anywhere else." Erin turned scarlet and reminded Draco that if Ron wasn't gay, they wouldn't need to resort to 'turning him.' Draco waved the statement off, telling Erin to have as much fun with Ron as possible. It would be better to have sex, for the both of them.

As Erin walked out, he wondered what two people would benefit from his and Ron's sex, and Draco looked forward to having a Weasley working under him. It was one of the few times when Draco wasn't propelled by lust, but power. Draco cracked his hands, laughed aloud in an empty bar and popped out, to tend to more important matters. The poor weasel had no idea what rings of hell he was going to be put through for the rest his pathetic life.

Ron couldn't believe the hell he was going through now. He had fallen asleep, in an alleyway, tears barely dry on his face, and some asshole had decided it would be good fun to prod him in the back with a stick. Deciding to keep with the homeless and crazy mentality, Ron snarled what, with the language cleared up, wasn't really a sentence at all. But as he looked at the poor guy's face, open and clearly hurt by what he said, Ron reminded himself that the world wasn't out to get him. Just a few select people, a group of which this man wasn't a part. Mumbling apologies, Ron struggled to bring himself to a sitting position and stared into the darkness. More surprising than the rude awakening, more surprising than being fired, more surprising than seeing Malfoy for the first time in god knows how long, the man sat down.

"You're that bartender, right? The one at the Hogsmeade Inn?" Fighting to keep back the dry sobs, Ron closed his eyes so tightly they burned, and shook his head. "Nah," he croaked out, "Not anymore." He heard the sharp intake of breath, he felt the man's brow furrow. "What happened?" He asked quietly, lightly placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. And tired, just needing someone, anyone, anything, Ron found his body flying into this strange man's, found his head cradled next to the man's heart, as he gripped the light fabric separating his skin from Ron. Tears he thought were completely dried up ran again, and the next few moments were spent with Ron sobbing and the man stroking his hair, his neck, his back. When Ron was slightly more composed, he kept his head where it was and mumbled into fabric, "It's true, we're all fucking feminine pussies." The man's hand stopped it's calm, roving pat on Ron's shoulder, and he asked Ron to repeat wheat he had just said while bringing Ron's eyes up to meet his.

Deciding it was another perfect chance to ruin a great thing, Ron's eyes fell sideways and he said in a slightly louder voice, "I'm a pussy. I don't like 'em, so I'm turning into one." He felt the hand move and expected a slap across the face, expected to be pushed away and run from. But instead, the calmest, gentlest man Ron would ever meet pulled Ron back into his chest, and hummed as Ron cried some more.

Erin couldn't, absolutely couldn't fucking believe his luck. He didn't even have to pry, didn't have to ask probing questions about girlfriends, lovers, anything. The boy he had coveted as one of the to numbers on his list of "Guys I Would Totally Do" had just reveal himself to be of a different sexual orientation than normal and was holding onto Erin as if the world was going to fall away. Enjoying being the comforting one, Erin rocked Ron back and forth and hummed old lullabies to Ron until he heard the gentle exhale which could only signify sleep. Gathering the rest of Ron into his arms, Erin quietly apperated to his home above the var, tucked Ron in, and, deciding the call to his partner could wait, climbed into bed with the man whose life he was going to change for better and worse, all in one fail swoop.