Hey everyone I thought I'd give you a treat before school started again! I know I've been gone forver but summer was insane, I got a job and my cousin from German y has been staying with us so I've been spending most of my time with her.

Sorry if you feel neglected but I promise to make it up to you, besides this chapter is insanely long you're welcome.

(senior status!)

Ron swiftly ran down the street hoping to catch up with the boy before he lost any sense of where he actually was; the city was a big place and Ron didn't really feel like exploring it today.

Ron kept searching through the crowd for a few minutes till he finally gave up on the wild goose chase it was obvious that the boy was gone and he was standing in a street holding the wallet of a man who he didn't know.

Ron looked around and sighed, he didn't know what to do. He could look into the wallet and hope that the man didn't stumble upon Ron riffling through his things or he could wander around clueless hoping lady luck would make their paths cross again, Ron choose the most sensible of the two and not a minute later he was seen sitting at a bench on the sidewalk twisting the leather square in between his fingers.

Ron glanced to the left and then once to the right hoping that no one reported him for "stealing" the man's wallet. He took a breath and opened the square hoping that it would contain some clue as to where he could find the odd man; combing through the different pockets Ron saw no license, which worried him but he did find 50 dollars, a shopping list with very little on it and card. Ron pulled it out of the slot only to see the words L Manor Lofts written in metallic silver, underneath was the address.

Seems kinda fancy.

Ron twirled the card in between his fingers until he noticed the number 8 scrawled on the back in black pen. Ron carefully stared at the ink hoping that a map of some sort would appear leading him to where he would go.

"Reveal your secrets." He thoughts hoping that if it worked on the Marauder's Map it would work on a business card.

"Dammit" Ron sighed then flipped the card back to the front slowly reading the metallic writing for the address to the lofts.

"Chestnut Avenue? Well that's back where I was, that doesn't make sense." Ron scratched his head and sighed he was hot, tired and confused; well at least he could solve one of those problems. Ron reached up and pulled his shirt off tucking it into his shorts so it stuck out like a tail.

"Much better, all right let's go." Ron got up from bench and started heading back from the direction he came in glancing over his shoulder one last time hoping to see the man he was chasing pop right up behind him, unfortunately no such luck.

(Lalalala)

Draco stayed on his balcony content as a Malfoy could possibly be. He was by himself isn't that all he wanted? So why did he feel horrible for treating his one-night stand with such malice surely he must be sick Malfoy's never regret anything because they never mess up.

Draco sighed and ran his fingers through his hair he glanced over to the bed and looked at the soiled sheets trudging over to the side he ripped them off and rolled them up into a ball throwing them onto the floor. Draco opened his armoire to see a new set of sheets awaiting him but his eyes were drawn to the fluffy towels folded neatly on the lower shelf. He looked back at the naked mattress and then to his bathroom.

Shower first, bed later I stink.

Draco bypassed the sheets a grabbed a large towel and heading towards his bathroom hoping that soaking his troubles away in a nice hot shower wasn't just a muggle saying besides showers were so much easier than a relationships and his shower never called his a stuck up jerk.

Draco walked in the large bathroom and sighed. He was not one for dilly dallying but today he felt as if a weight had been placed on his shoulders. Draco walked to the front of the mirror and rested his hands against the sink counter. He shivered with the contact of the cool surface and looked up into the mirror while shaking his head.

"Why do you care so much?"

Draco had never cared for someone so much in his life, this boy no now this man had wormed his way into Draco's heart without him even knowing it. His thoughts mattered, his feelings mattered, he mattered and Draco didn't like it. The world was so much easier when it was just Draco and no one else, Blaise took up some portion of his life but in actuality the blonde could do fine just by himself but now, now this red headed man was there and he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

Draco pounded his fist against the counter and leaned over on top of it.

"He hates me, I'd hate me too."

(say hi ranger!)

"Here it is" Ron glanced down at the card and look up at the large loft building.

Rich kid huh?

Ron walked inside and stepped up to the counter. The man at the front desk eyed him while he held up his hand signaling his need to attend to the customer on the phone

"Yes ma'am well of course we have caviar it's on our dinner menu. "

Ron rolled his eyes at the lady on the phone his "dinner menu" involved McDonalds and Chinese take-out not caviar and fillet mignon.

The man put down the phone, scribbled something frantically on a piece of paper then glanced up at Ron.

"Welcome to L Manor Lofts how may I be of service?"

The man was forcing a smile through clenched teeth probably a reaction to the heated customer he just hung up on.

"Yeah a man left this building earlier this morning running out of here while cussing up a storm." Ron held up the wallet and put it on the counter. "I believe this is his wallet but it has no identification only a room number written on the back of your business card."

The man took the wallet and glanced through it hopelessly he shook his head and sighed.

"Unfortunately there is nothing we can do but phone the person so owns said loft and see if he knows anything about this wallet."

Ron nodded as the man picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Yes sir, well he's a red head, yes he has blue eyes." Ron heard the voice on the opposite end sigh.

"Well no sir they're both very blue." Ron rolled his very blue eyes, seriously was this guy on?

The man put down the phone and looked at Ron. "He said you're allowed to go up please use the elevator at the end of the hallway."

The man pointed towards Ron's right then glanced down to his desk and began typing the previous note into the computer. Ron took the wallet off the counter and walked down the hallway glancing at the walls as he walked further down.

There were paintings hung on the white walls with small plaques underneath them. Ron glanced at something that was red, blue, yellow and white squares painted on a canvas the name on the plaque read "Mondrian". (1)

Ron rolled his eyes he'd never understand Modern Art or why people paid for such a fancy living space that included said Modern Art, stopping at the elevator Ron looked for a button to push but found nothing he walked very close to the door hoping the button was hidden close to the wall when the doors opened for him. Ron walked into the elevator skeptically and as his weight shifted inside the box the doors closed and a row of numbers that ranged from 1-10 showed up in front of Ron. He tried to push the number 8 but the screen didn't move. Ron stood there fuming realizing this stupid elevator was more trouble than following the man would have been.

"Which loft?" A computerized voice boomed inside the small walls and made Ron jump.

"Eight" He questionably said as he glanced around looking for the source of the noise.

The number 8 lit up on screen and elevator jerked upward Ron glanced at the size of the building and the number of available places. The building was enormous but there were only 10 lofts available.

Gosh rich people, heaven forbid they have to share a floor with someone else.

The elevator opened its doors and welcomed Ron to the loft. As the red head stepped out onto the small hallway that went directly from the elevator to loft 8's door the elevator doors shut with a snap and the machine descended down to the first floor.

"Well I guess going back is out of the question now." Ron couldn't figure out how to get the elevator back if he tried and he couldn't see any stair exists.

Isn't that a fire hazard?

Ron walked up to the door and pressed the buzzer. He heard the customary ZZRRR sound echo throughout loft and chuckled knowing that even though this place was fancy they still got the rude awakening everyone did whenever they had company.

The door began to unlock and Ron pulled out the wallet wanting to not fumble for it when he saw the man. The door opened as Ron was still glancing at his pocket trying to remove the leather square.

"Ahaha!" Ron held the wallet up victoriously after prying it loose from his shorts pocket.

"Sir I believe this is your…wallet?" In front of Ron stood Draco Malfoy, not some red head that had run off his morning but the Draco Malfoy ex-death eater, pain in the ass Malfoy.

"Bloody hell." Ron's hand dropped as the wallet landed on the floor.

"Well that's not very nice is it? What do you want Weasley?" Ron quickly picked the wallet up and shoved it towards Draco.

"I saw a boy come rushing out of this building earlier screaming about something he had screwed up and in his commotion he dropped his wallet. I found a card in it and it said this loft building along with your loft number but I'm guessing this isn't your wallet because it's not made out of diamonds."

Draco tried to hold his composure together as Ron told his story of how he found the wallet.

Does he know that I slept with him? No it's not possible he just thinks he's doing a good deed.

"A Gryffindor till death I see, what admirable traits you have."

Ron glared at the blonde and pressed his lips into a tight line.

"I guess it's not yours I'll be on my way then." Ron turned around trying to ignore the fact that the blonde had answered the door in nothing but a towel.

"Wait, I think I might know who it belongs to."

Ron turned around and handed the wallet back over to Draco.

"Would you like to come in?" Draco cringed at the waited response.

"Sure" Ron shrugged figuring that even Draco had to have some manners.

The blonde blinked rapidly then stepped to the side to allow Ron into his home. The red head stepped inside and gawked at the large loft that belonged to the blonde. Ron was right, rich people did live here. There was a spacious living room complete with couch and large screen tv in the center followed by a kitchen that over looked the living room and from both rooms one could see outside due to the magnificent balcony that Draco had access to from the living room. Ron looked to the right and saw a long hallway with 5 doors down it and then glanced to the right a saw a peek into a large bedroom, taking no notice to the undone bedding on the large King size bed.

"Wow"

"Hm?" Draco responded and he walked over to table next to the couch and took the phone off of its hook. Draco pulled up the memory and scrolled downward hoping the faux red head had called someone last night that might know his whereabouts but Draco came up empty handed and sighed.

What to do now?

Draco was truly trying to help Ron he figured he owed the red head for something seeing as he had screwed up so much in the past few days, even the ex-death eater wasn't heartless.

Draco sat and thought for a while till finally he struck an idea. He got up and walked over to his bedroom ignoring the questioning red head that slowly followed him.

Ron glanced over the room once more and then stood outside the doorway to the master suite which described the large bedroom to a T. There in the center stood a huge King size bed with no linens on it but Ron guessed that what linens were once on the bed had now taken up a new home on the floor by the foot of the bed where Draco had thrown them. There was also a large window wall that led to the same balcony as the living room but Draco had some very thick drapes hung against the wall so he could eradicate any light that tried to enter the room. There was a large dresser in front of the bed with a medium size TV placed on top of furniture. To the left of the bed there was a small hallway that led to the bathroom and to a walk in closet that surprised Ron with the sheer size of it.

How many clothes does one man need?

The most prominent thing about Draco's house was the similarity between his house and Ron's, there were no family portraits anywhere like Ron, Draco seemed to believe his family need not know about his other life or rather he didn't want his family to be a part of it. Also the blonde was extremely tidy where as Ron enjoyed a little clutter here and there; Draco's loft seemed like it came right out of a catalog. Ron wondered if he had maids to clean up after him or the blonde really was that meticulous.

Draco stepped out of the bathroom holding his cellphone, muttering to himself as he scrolled downward he finally found the name he was looking for and tapped the phone with a smirk on his face. Draco walked over to his desk which faced the window so he could have a lovely view of the entire city and offered Ron the chair. The red head gladly accepted it and glanced at the still toweled blonde pacing back and forth across his room waiting for the other party to answer their phone.

Finally the line clicked and raspy voice answered on the other line.

"Hello"

"Blaise I need your help."

"Draco, I figured a big boy like you should be able to handle his gift all by himself."

"Believe me we can discuss that whole matter latter and if I ever get another "gift" from you I am promptly returning it."

Ron widened his eyes amazed that Draco had a friend but also that the blonde got angered so easily by something so thoughtful as a gift.

"What was he to lanky or just didn't scream right."

"There's no substitute for the real thing Blaise you should know that."

"Yeah but the chances of you getting Big Red into your room are slim and none seeing as he hates your guts."

Draco glanced back over to Ron who was looking out of the large window in Draco's bedroom and made a mental note to have a talk with Blaise about probability on a later date.

"Well did you make it home last night?"

Blaise glanced down to the small boy that was clinging to him frame in his sleep.

"Let's just say I didn't wait till Christmas morning to open my gift." Draco rolled his eyes at his friend but smirked at the Italian's analogy.

"Well I'm glad you don't play with your toys and then toss them aside."

"No I'm good to my gifts unlike someone I know."

"Blaise no more fooling around I need a number."

"Aww Draco I was having so much fun but then what can I expect from a wet mop like you. What number do you need?"

"I need to ask your gift for his friend's number." Ron quixotically looked at the blonde attempting to piece together what the true meaning of "gift" was.

"Why? Don't tell me you let him get away, tsk tsk Draco that's why you always secure your fucks before the process begins."

"Blaise enough that's not why now give me the damm number." Draco was restraining himself from jumping through the phone and attacking the man.

Blaise huffed then the line was filled with another groggy but higher pitched voice answering the man's questions, Draco cringed every time the words "baby" and "sweetheart" were used. Draco walked over to the desk and grabbed a pen and paper from the neat stack on top of his desk. Ron lifted his arm as Draco nodded and wrote down the number glancing up at the red head every now and then.

"Blaise does he have the address as well?"

More murmurs were heard on the line then Blaise returned to the phone.

"No but he said that he works at restaurant on fifth avenue."

"What's it called?"

"Piazza d'italia, he's a waiter there."

"Okay sounds good."

"Alright I'm in a giving mood so I think I'll play with my toy a little more like a good boy."

"Whatever Blaise."

"So rude Draco no wonder Santa only ever gives you coal." Draco rolled his eyes once more as the line went dead.

"So…Blaise hasn't been naughty this year?"

"Santa would have to be blind to think Blaise hasn't been…"

"Strange I thought Slytherins enjoyed their annual gift of coal."

"I never believed in such ridiculous nonsense."

"A little bit of nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men." (2)

Ron got up from the seat and smiled at Draco. "Here" Draco grabbed the paper and thrust it towards the red head.

"What?"

"It's the address go and give the wallet to him."

"This is a restaurant what does he live in the fridge?" The playful sound in his voice was too much for Draco, he was too much for Draco.

I'm...

"sorry." Draco blurted out before he realized that he was speaking his thoughts.

"For what?" Ron raised his eyebrows.

For being me.

"For nothing, go to the restaurant."

Ron grabbed the paper and looked at Draco whose head was bowed, eyes staring at the floor.

"Would you like to go?" Draco's head snapped up from staring at the carpet and glanced into Ron's eyes.

With you, anywhere.

"Where?" he sneered.

"To lunch, it is a restaurant after all."

Draco wanted to, so badly his heart was bursting and his lungs were constricting. His head swam like he was doing laps in his thoughts.

Say it, say it.

"No"

Good boy.

"What?"

Draco clutched his hands as tension visibly swam across his face but to the red head it looked more like disgust. Draco was livid, why he was mad he'd probably never know and what he was mad at left an even bigger gap inside of him.

"Go to the restaurant. I don't have time for this." Draco sneered once more and shoed Ron away with the flick of his hand, turning towards the armoire and opening the door to find clean linens awaiting him.

Ron stared at the blonde in disbelief. "You know Draco, coming to the real world changed me, for the better I believe, you learn that not everything gets fixed with the flick of your wrist. There's no time turner, just the aching feeling of guilt or regret after you majorly screw up and the big question here is not how to stop a dark wizard but how to pay the monthly rent."

Ron had worked himself up slowly coiling around his words waiting to find the one chink in the boy's armor so he could latch onto Draco and inject his venomous words where they would hurt the most. "You think that going through such a shock would change someone like you who was such a pompous,"

The first strike.

"Egotistical"

Another.

"Narcissistic"

It won't work.

"Bastard, who never gave a damm about anyone or anything but saving his own ass but apparently I was wrong."

Ron gave one last look at Draco displaying every shred of contempt he had for the man and shook his head walking around the struggling blonde while stomping the ground furiously.

Draco stood there stoic as always reverting back to the statue of a person he was raised up to be. Every time something bad happened Draco locked up and every time he saw weakness he pounced even if it was on the wrong person.

"At least I don't lie to myself constantly. I know I'm a heartless bastard, but you."

Ron turned around with wide eyes, swirling with a mixture of fear and anger.

"You're a slut, no worse than a slut you're a self righteous whore! You strip Ron, you strip your clothes for a few bills a night hoping that by some miracle you can have it both ways. There is no way you can question the choices I make and who I sleep with, when you practically sleep with mobs of men every night. At least I have the dignity to make my sexual exploits a private affair but you twirl your hips and seduce men into your lair like Medusa!"

Ron stood there; it wasn't the fact that Draco had yelled at him that shocked him, nor the choice of words or the topic of it. Ron's profession was a target and many before had used it to treat him lower than dirt but the information Ron gained from the blonde enraged him.

"You slept with him."

Shit first mistake.

"What?" Draco sneered.

Is the boy stupid or just toying with me?

"The boy whose wallet this belongs to, you slept with him. That's why he had a card with YOUR room number on it, that's why he was storming out of THIS building and blaming HIMSELF for screwing up the perfect fuck! You call me whore at least I don't use and abuse people for my own twisted pleasure admit it Draco you're just the same as you were when we were at Hogwarts you just play a bigger game now."

This was getting out of hand, spiraling downward as the two men's carefully crafted lives were in shambles among their feet. No tricks, no lies just facts and the bare truth that made Ron's stomach churn while Draco's heart broke.

"Yes I slept with that miserable fake because I needed his screams of pleasure to fill my twisted ego. Yes Ron you got me."

"Fake? Fake what Draco."

Second mistake.

"Fake nothing, why does it matter we're talking about my narcissistic problems not the kid."

"KID! Wait Draco is he a minor, so that's why you threw him out. Draco seriously you could go to jail because of that just what were you thinking!"

"Shut up!" The blond erupted, there was no more use for sarcasm or witty remarks he had snapped and Ron was going to see the explosion that he had sparked.

"He was NOT a minor, I'm not that stupid but he was a fake!"

"Fake what Draco? To be a fake there has to be an original!" Ron eyes were wide and Draco couldn't hold it, he couldn't hold himself. His emotions, those accursed feelings that his father told him would be his downfall finally broke free; waves of guilt, remorse, pain and regret flooded the blond and clouded his logic and reasoning.

"Fake you! He was a fake you! Under the lights of the club he resembled you and I thought that if I had enough to drink and I fucked him then I wouldn't want you anymore. I wouldn't want your touch, your kisses, your body, I thought that if I tricked myself into thinking I had something LIKE you I wouldn't want YOU. But I was wrong, it that what you wanted to hear? The great and mighty Draco was wrong, wrong for fucking him, wrong for wanting you and wrong for thinking that stupid tricks and hopeful wishes would blind you from what I truly am."

Draco stared at Ron, during their screaming match both men had walked up to the other, call it a primal display of alpha male syndrome or the magnetic pull that the boys had on one another but suddenly the room was smaller. The air between their faces was heated and their bodies were deceiving their minds, at least Draco's was.

Those lips.

Draco licked his own and grabbed the boy's pants tugging on them playfully while never breaking the staring contest going on between the two men. The air was charged that much was known but one thought plagued Draco's mind. He knew something was going to happen right at that moment…

But is it a result of the feelings we both share or the sexual tension we both need to be rid of.

His mind swam as another body connected with his own silencing any remarks the blond could have thought replied with.

(school tomorrow….)

Thanks for reading guys I know I haven't updated in forever but I felt this story was long overdue. I know, I know it's August yeah I kind of lose track of time but school is starting unfortunately though good for you guys because I feel most inspired when I have a long list of things to do so I am bound to get some creative juices going. I have finally planned most of this fic out and it will end in about 2 to 3 chapters so enjoy your time with it!

1) Mondrian's artwork, Red Blue Yellow (look it up)

2) Ronald Dahl's Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory, the book and old movie not the new one. Gene Wilder is a genius, Johnny Deep ehh stick to pirates.