Chapter Three: More boxers and coffee---a little less angst.

SONG: "So Cold" by Crossfade: Apologizing, repentance.

Tristan's POV London Flat 8:48 am

It was still raining when I woke up, but this time the sun was shining.

It was unbelievably humid in our flat. We came in last night freezing and merely peeled off the wet clothes and cranked up the heater. The pillows were damp from our wet hair.

I looked over at Ron. As handsome as he is fully awake, he is glorious sleeping. I kissed is closed eyes and climbed quietly from bed. I threw on a long tee and a pair of panties and went in search of coffee.

Ron's POV 9:15 am

I felt full and happy. A little buzzed, but full and happy for the first time in such a long time. Last night was really the first time I'd cut loose since...Well, at least seventh year.

Dancing drunk in the rain, then making love soggy under covers that stick to you like cobwebs. Who else but Tristan would cut loose with such moderate abandon? It's just the kind of thing she'd do. I'd never do something like that without some sort of prodding. It's amazing Tristan could even fall in love with me in the first place.

I opened my eyes to watch her sleep and discovered she was not there.

I pulled on my boxers and by the smell of coffee, I knew where to find her.

She was sitting at the table, her hair wild and curly. Her Avenged Sevenfold tee exposing her thighs. She made smoke rings with her mentholated cigarette and watched the sputtering rain hit the window pane.

"I've never seen you look more beautiful then you do right now."

"I look like shit." She said, stubbing out her cigarette.

I sat in the chair next to her. "I shouldn't've blamed myself. You were right."

"Tell me something I don't know. It's okay. You're headstrong and stubborn. That's what makes you Ron. And "Ron" was who I fell in love with." She put down her coffee and took my hand. "You just need to learn to be a little less hard on yourself."

"Harry said something last night." I said cautiously.

"When did you see Harry?" I could hear the surprise in her voice as much as she tried to make it sound passive.

"He invited me out for a drink."

"Where?"
"The Three Broomsticks."

She raised a perfectly arched brow. I've tried very hard to distance myself from the wizarding world ever since Voltamort defeat, and very seldom do I go other than to visit the family.

"What did he say?"

"If I don't let go of what happened that night I'm going to lose the girl all over again."

She narrowed her eyes. "Well, I'll have you know Ronald Bilius Weasley, that 'the girl' isn't going anywhere this time. Demented wizards and Dark Lords couldn't drag me away."