A/N:Hello All! Sorry for the lack of updates, life is stressful at the moment, but I needed a Dron Fix to help me relax so enjoy! I wanted this to be a long, multi-chapter, story, but I don't think I'll ever have the time to finish it so I just made i a one-shot since the idea wouldn't leave my head. Honestly I can say that this is the first time I've ever cried while writing a fanfiction.

Warnings: Non-beta'd, Slash

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Word Count: 1248

Drabble 5: Selfless Gift

The streets were deserted and dark. The only light to illuminate the sidewalks were the old, dim streetlights. Families were all tucked into their beds and catching much needed sleep before the sun rose. The only life that could be seen visibly were the mice scurrying about the sides of buildings, accustom to getting attacked if they dared travel further.

But just because there were no visible people on the streets that night didn't mean the city was sleep. In fact the city was probably the most active at this particular hour. Men in dark clothing traveled with the shadows in order to get their jobs done. Women who could benefit with a few more layers of clothing, stuck to alleyways where they leaned up against the wall sensually attracting their nightly wage.

Men and women who were addicted to the drink were holed up in shady pubs, drunkenly sharing stories or grinding against one another in a pseudo-dance. It was in one of these pubs where the only sober occupants sat the back corner where the dim and there was no risk of eavesdroppers.

They were both men and even if there was an acute eye looking at them, their hoods hid their identities well. One was leaning against the windowsill, eyes focused on the untouched fire whiskey. Though his disguise was great a bit of red hair became visible from his fidgeting.

"We could've done this another time! How am I supposed to explain where I was if I get caught?" He wish he could yell at his companion, but it would cause an unnecessary brawl, bringing too much unwanted attention and quite honestly Ron Weasley could not afford to be caught on this part of town.

"Stop whining! You're already here so there's no use in complaining!" The other occupant spat, annoyed. His gray eyes glaring at Ron, full force. He couldn't stand the pauper, even looking at his hidden face made him want to be sick. If he were still a boy he wouldn't hesitate to throw a punch to make himself feel better. He regretted not being into 'muggle' forms of fighting earlier; it's a great stress reliever.

Ron glared back at and hissed in a lower voice, "What do you want Malfoy?"

Draco didn't respond, but held out his hand to the Ron exposing his wrist. A small pale blue rune that could easily be mistaken for a vein encased his entire wrist. If one could get a closer look they would see a it was in the shape of a cool weasel.

Ron looked around self-consciously before quickly grasping the Slytherin hand. His wrist was also engraved with a rune, a pale red that could be mistaken for a cat's scratch or that he was harming his body physically. The rune was also encircling his wrist in the form of a majestic dragon.

The moment their hands touched their marks began to glow, nothing overdramatic like the books or newspapers claimed, just a pale light that emitted a comforting glow. Though the glowing wasn't the true magic, though, each male felt an immense amount of relief flow through their bodies as their souls seemed to dance after a long time apart. Both males shuttered with amount of pleasurable feelings going through their veins. Although they didn't want to admit it the facts were very clear…

Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley were mates. They were bound together by magic.

Now, their "relationship" (if it can even be called that) is not the typical, "Life mates even though they were polar opposites" type of situation. There was honestly no such thing as a "destined mates". People got mated and un-mated just as easily as muggles were married and divorced.

The reason they were together was a drunken night enhanced with muggle drugs. When they came to the next morning their current two year journey began.

Draco had just wanted to be rebellious for one night. If his father ever found out, he'd kill the both of them for sure.

Ron regretted that night most of all, He had a fight with his girlfriend, Hermione, and had stormed out alone to a muggle/wizard pub to cool down. She was still his girlfriend and he had been lying to her for two full years. Two years of making excuses, sneaking out, and worst of all sleeping with his enemy. Though he knew he had to keep the primal instincts of his mating satisfied, it didn't hurt (him or Draco) any less.

He wasn't so worried about his parents or Harry finding out, Hermione was all that mattered. Luckily Draco's connections to the black market came in handy and he can easily hide the fact that he mated from them.

"I found someone who can undo the mating." Draco said quietly as his high wore off.

"How reliable are they?" Ron asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice. He gripped his mate's hand tighter.

Though getting un-mated was totally legal and an easier process than it was 100 years ago. The ceremony was completely too public for their liking. Both their families and friends worked for the Ministry and some easy access to the information. They agreed to keep this a secret, their reputations were at stake!

Draco nodded; face not showing any emotion, "The clinic is completely confidential."

Ron smile seemed to light up their dim corner, "When? Where? How?" He rushed excited.

"I'll need you to meet me next the whore house on Avenue V tomorrow night at this time." Another monotone reply was given.

Ron kissed the hand of his mate (probably for the last time).

"Thank you so much!" Ron said with such genuineness that it surprised Draco. It was rare when he ever saw the Weasley look happy.

Ron only stayed long enough to down his drink and then quickly departed not sparing his mate of two years a second glance.

Two pale fists hit the table.

"Dammit!" Draco muttered to himself as he felt a trail of wet tears flow down his cheeks.

He wasn't supposed to feel this sad, or betrayed! He was supposed to be relieved that this un-wanted partnership was over. He could easily admit that he did not love the man who had just walked out the door.

'But I could've, if given the chance' A voice in his head protested.

He couldn't stand looking at the weasel's face.

'But he's probably the only person I've ever felt close too!' Another protest.

He still regretted the accident that gotten them into this mess.

'But the stupid weasel didn't have to look so happy when he marched out!"

He loves the Mudblood with all his heart, Draco felt it through their bond.

'He could never love me the way he loves her, which makes it even more painful'

Draco promised himself that he would go to the clinic with his head held high. Even though it wasn't planned, he would do anything for his mate.

'Even if my heart breaks in the process'

Draco paid for his whisky (all gone) and left the pub. He walked around the slums for hours cradling the hand that Ron kissed and relished in the feel of Ron's magic coursing along with his own. It would be the last night he would ever feel his mate.

Tomorrow when the sun when down he would give his first and only selfless gift, and to his childhood enemy, no less, go figure.

Well, here it is. Probably the most depressing Dron I've ever wrote.

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