Hey guys, long time no type/ read. Sorry for my delay life has been hectic and I being only human have broken down multiple times in this New Year. (yay for the failure of my new years resolution don't get over worked and over stressed) yet there have been some good things going on :)

Enjoy the chapter though it is not eventful (in my eyes though)

Ron felt sick, very sick and every medication in the world wouldn't do anything to make him feel better. Ever since he had seen Draco four days before at his job the red head couldn't stand the sight of himself, much less anything that reminded him of his younger days. If one could step into the man's apartment they would see nothing that resembled any sliver of Ron's past, there were no photos of his family regardless of the many times the children had heard the word CHEESE during their upbringing, there were no mementos from his past even though Ron had collected trinkets from his journeys with his family and his friends throughout the years, there was nothing but a one bedroom, one bathroom, one storage room flat with kitchen and living room connected. Ron had only painting s of "modern art" which in his mind shouldn't even be called art at all but the decorators thought it was splendid so the red head complied. The kitchen was sparse showing the red heads disdain for cooking or rather the contempt for the guilt that flooded over him every time he lifted a cooking utensil; Molly Weasley had been a master chef always whipping up marvelous concoctions seeing as her idea of greeting guests was delighting their senses with a home-cooked meal. The man had even resisted using his wand and only resorted to the instrument in perilous times; the "stick", what Ron now referred to the instrument as, sat wedged in the storage closet of the small flat right next to the wizard chess set that Hermione had given to the man before both parted their ways and trunk of old Hogwarts "junk" with endless books and papers stack a top it.

The man rolled out of bed glancing at the clock and cursing himself for arising before mid day, Ron was tired, tired of everything that had been going on and tired of all the thoughts that constantly plagued his mind. The red head had the day all to himself and he didn't know what to do with it, moping around the house seemed like his best bet but the boy couldn't bring himself to do it even though times were tough Ron hated just sitting in his apartment.

The boy walked to his kitchen scratching his head and holding up the baggy pajama pants that hung loosely on his hips. Ron opened his cupboard doors to see that the shelves inside of them were as empty as his growling stomach. The boy sighed and sat on the counter behind him.

"Come one mate, what's wrong with you? Are you really going to let Malfoy ruin everything?" Ron asked himself as he buried his head in his hands.

"No, he can't screw everything up for me, he won't screw everything up for me. Magic world or not he's still a manipulative snake and I won't let him get to me."

Ron… the red head kept hearing his name being called by the blonde that he was stressing about, though to Ron he was stressing over the wrong thing.

"Why do I give a fuck what Malfoy thinks of me? Shouldn't I worry that he'll tell my family or Harry or Hermione, I don't want their pity; no, the boy is too much of a bastard to just settle for wrecking my life he'd want to break me along with it."

Ron glanced at the clock on the opposite counter then to the window that shown in his small abode.

"It's a nice day outside…" His blue eyes lingered on the vibrant sun peaking through the glass.

"Maybe I'll go for a run." The red head jumped off of the counter and jogged back to his bedroom. He switched his pajama bottoms for some longer basketball shorts ignoring the cool air hitting his bare chest; his body would adjust soon enough. The boy grabbed some mismatched socks out of his draw and slid them on his feet while his eyes glanced around his room for his missing ipod, once found the boy snatched the device along with his arm band and head toward the exit. Two shoes awaited him at the front door and the boy grabbed the pair and forced them onto his feet while securing the laces, snatching his keys off of the adjacent stand the boy strode out the door while locking it from the inside.

Ron breathed in the fresh air and stood at the top of his apartment enjoying his forced liberation, choosing the song Bad Girlfriend- Theory of a Deadman the red head set out for his run.

(well that was expected)

The blonde rolled onto his side staring at the blinds that so blatantly allowed the evil light to venture into Draco's room. The boy groaned and opened his eyes even farther hoping to expel the unwanted light from his vision to no avail the boy sighed and sat up in his bed. He glanced over to his right and saw the tuff of red hair peaking from underneath the covers; Draco scowled and remembered his lapse of judgment from last night. "Ugh" The blonde moved his legs from the side of bed and placed his head between his palms and ran his finger through his unkempt hair. He glanced up to his large glass wall and got up from the bed, sneaking the door open the boy walked onto the balcony and marveled at the glorious day. The sun was shining it's warmth among the people yet the breeze kept the heated rays at bay by dispersing the temperature while tuff of clouds raced around the clear blue sky. Draco leaned onto the railing and looked down onto the people racing throughout the streets, weaving and dodging any oncoming obstacle; the city moved to a dance all its own unique as it was complex every performer had a mutual understanding of the seemingly choreographed moves.

Draco didn't hear the movement from underneath the covers nor the voice calling out "Draco? baby", he did feel arms encircle his waist and a body come flush up against his back side.

"I thought you left me" the boy whispered into the blonde's ear.

I wish…Draco thought to himself but Malfoy's don't make mistakes and if they do they surely don't admit to them or run away from them for that matter, besides they were in his flat.

"No" his detached voice replied.

The "red head" tilted his head into Draco's neck and started trailing kisses along his shoulder.

"Come back to bed with me" The boy pleaded as he tried to pull the blonde from his rooted spot.

"I'll make it worth your while." He smirked into the crook of Draco's neck. The blonde's stomach twisted as he envisioned a repeat performance of the previous night, his body shivered.

"I have to be somewhere"

"No you don't" The boy tried to sound sexy but to Draco it sounded forced and uninviting.

"Yes I do"

"Quit lying to me, I've used that line before come on baby I'm not that bad of a fuck." The boy leaned over to look at Draco in the eyes.

The blonde scrutinized the boy's face, in broad daylight you could see that no freckles marred the alabaster skin, the hair on the boys head was too red to be real as if someone took a crayon and badly colored the boys unruly hair and finally the boy's eyes; Draco smirked.

"One of your contacts is missing" The blonde stated.

The boy's eyes widened and he gasped.

"Also who colored your hair a two year old? It's obvious that you're a fraud." The boy smiled.

"Well can you blame me, gingers are sexy and exotic blondes who like gingers are even sexier."

"So I'm a prize right? Out of you and your friend who do you think won?"

"Definitely me, Blaise was cute and all but he's not drop dead gorgeous. The moment you walked in the door I knew what I wanted." The red head smiled at Draco hoping his smooth words would give him another round with the man entrapped his arms.

"Funny the same thing happened to me."

"Really" The boy started attacking Draco's neck once more. "Do tell" he huskily murmured.

"You see I walked into the club and I saw that the boy I have been lusting over for years ever since secondary school was as the club last night; moving in such a sinful manner that I became hard right at the sight of him. I also saw him 3 days before shamelessly flaunting his heaven sent body on stage for any and every man to admire and drool over, I saw him inside of a coffee shop purchasing food and even though he was in the most casual of clothing I could only admire what an exotic beauty he is. I saw him outside of the coffee shop too, I saw every ounce of anger he had stored up over the many years let loose in a fury of blind rage and punch that left me quiet dazed. His words cut like a knife to my soul yet I could only imagine me holding the hands that had punched me, kissing the lips that mocked me, forcing him to scream my name not out of rage but out of pure pleasure."

The red head halted his onslaught of Draco's neck and loosen his grip on the boy's waist.

"I constantly SEE everything I want prancing around these very streets yet I am not allowed to have it; that's not fair is it?" The boy shook his head.

"So when I see something like you I can only think of him, how you slightly resemble him but in no way are comparable to the real thing. So for you to make it worth my while would mean that you are actually the man I crave for and this meager appearance has all been a rouse to shock me once you unveil your true form."

The boy let go of Draco and backed up towards the door.

"I'll take your silence as your answer and your moronic stupor as your farewell. Collect your things and enjoy your frivolous games." Draco turned back towards the railing listening to the noises the boy made as he grabbed all of his clothing, sliding on only the essentials and scampered out the door.

Draco rested his head on the railing and sighed, gazing up to the sky wondering what his next move should be.

"If only I had the Weasley right here, he would know what move to make; chess was always his thing."

(I need coffee)

Ron ran throughout the designated walkways along the city streets. He had forgotten how much of a stress reliever running really was sure Ron worked out with his friends in the gym every week, body's like his don't just happen by magic, but there was something soothing about using all your muscles to push yourself forward without having a deadline as when to stop.

He turned a corner and heard giggling through his head phones glancing backwards Ron caught a glimpse of a pack of girls smiling and waving at the red head as he jogged past the group. Ron, being the nice guy, waved to the lot and shouted a good morning causing one of the girls to blush and hide her face within the crook of her friend's neck. Ron laughed and smiled once more relishing the nostalgia of when he was younger and one look from a pretty girl used to set his cheeks ablaze and caused his lungs to hyperventilate.

Ron shook his head and continued onward with his pace.

A few minutes later Ron was passing bystanders on the sidewalk in front of mammoth buildings that loomed over the boy. The shadows they cast allowed Ron's body to cool down and his breathing to regulate. Regardless of the pedestrians criss crossing along Ron's path he kept on running to where, he would never know and why, well that was another question entirely.

"What and asshole! I mean he was hot but come on!" The voice pierced through Ron's music and caused him to back track to see the scene unfolding before his eyes.

"Ugh and God dammit he was perfect! Why me, it's always me!" The boy shook his head as he fixed his wrinkled outfit in an attempt to look somewhat presentable.

Ron stared at the boy he was tall but shorter than Ron and he was skinny not lanky but skinny. He stormed around the small square area he had placed his stuff on and aggressively placed everything in his pockets muttering curses all the while.

The boy was cute Ron could see that but he didn't just jump everything that was good looking no, the red head had standards. The boy continued to fumble around the sidewalk until he decided that walking away was the best option. Ron walked the kid retreat farther into the throngs of the pedestrians stepping sideways to get a better glance at the boy.

"Ooooph" Ron's foot skipped sideways and his body contorted as he tried to regain his balance.

"What the?" The red head glanced down to his feet to see leather square on the concrete. "Oh, his wallet. Hey you forgot your…!" Ron looked up towards the direction in which he had seen the boy moving towards. "Dammit"

Ron glanced back and forth and mentally weighed the pros and cons of chasing after the boy; the pros won seeing as two seconds later Ron was jogging down the street screaming HEY! To a mass amount of pedestrians…not his smartest move.

(finally!)

Wow so that was very uneventful, sorry if you waited for it.

Like I said I've had a lot going on in my life and I just need some time away from everything, when that will happen I don't know but calming down is the first step.

Enjoy what little of the story this chapter presented and sorry it really sucks. I'm working on Circo di Folgie but it's giving me problems :/ it will get out though!

Comment cuz I need something positive in my life right now.