A/N: Hey everyone! I know it seems that I have disappeared, but I haven't! I've been having family issues and a death in my family made me lose all inspiration. If you are following my other Dron story, Unexpected Miracle I have not abandoned it. My writings have become a little more depressing due to these events. I don't want to update it until I know I won't let my grief affect the story. I've written a few things, but I feel as though I won't publish them.

This particular oneshot, I'm putting here so you guys know I won't be continuing it, though it is way over 1000 words…sorry about that. This story is an example of how my mood is affecting my writing. This was supposed to be a fun drabble based on Iggy's song Fancy…

Warning: Review by me, but not, beta'd

Story: Love is not easily forgotten.

Word Count: 3,162

The sound of dishes clattering was the first thing Ron heard when he walked into the hotel's main kitchen, chefs and servers bustling around in order to complete their orders in a decent amount of time. The redhead maneuvered around the chaos to grab a cart filled luxury appetizers, random exotic fruits, and wines that he could only dream to afford. Unlike the staff currently in the kitchen, Ron was a "Personal Server" meaning that he catered to the guests as needed. All he had to do was pour drinks, take orders, and stand in a corner. He handed a small card to the man guarding the carts, as proof that he was supposed to be handling the expensive cargo and headed off to the employee elevator to head to his destination.

Ron had never really thought that he would end up with this sort of job, catering to the rich and spoiled. In high school he had wanted to become a professional rugby player. It honestly sicken him how much money people wasted when there were so many people in need in the world. He tried not to think about it, remembering that without these rich prats he wouldn't have a job. Stepping out of the elevator at the top floor on the hotel, he put a smile on his face and pushed the cart slowly to the assigned room, smiling at the few patrons he passed.

After looking at one particular women Ron thought,

'Her earrings are probably are probably worth more than I make in half a year' He stifled his laugh as he reached the assigned door. Looking at the card for the first time, he groaned realizing that he would be serving his least favorite guest, Draco Malfoy. He was the prime example of spoiled heir. He was always surrounded by his entourage, wasting money and getting away with the many illegal activates he participated in weekly. What made it worse; they had gone to elementary school together. Though Ron didn't even remember his teacher's name, he remembered that they had actually been friends. After they had met again at a game when they were in high school the blonde's attitude had completely changed, insulting not only Ron, but his friends Harry and Hermione. Ron had been suspended and kicked off the rugby team for punching Draco in the face.

It being his last year, Ron missed his opportunity to be seen by recruiters, unlike Harry who was now playing professionally. Although it was halfway his fault, Ron thought that Draco should have never insulted Hermione.

To say that the blonde had ruined his life was also a reason that Ron couldn't stand the git. The black eye he gave him was hardly worth it.

He had though he had seen the last Malfoy when he went traveling after graduation from the Ivy League high school he had attended.

When Draco discovered that he worked at the hotel, he went out of his way to make Ron's day a living hell. Giving him ridiculous orders and having his entourage torture him with 'accidently' spilling things that he had to clean up.

The only reason Ron hadn't quit was for the fact that he made a pretty paycheck and Draco only came to torture him every few months. He could endure a few days of torture, though he kept a mental list of ways to get revenge on the blonde.

Brushing his past and grudge aside, Ron smiled and knocked on the door three times, opening the door a few seconds later when he heard 'his royal pratness' give a response.

He blinked as he walked into the luxurious suite, which could fit three of his apartments and his parent's backyard. Usually the room would be filled with people, but it was surprising empty. He wheeled the cart into the main sitting area, where his childhood frenemy was slumped on one of the couches staring into space. His clothes were loose and his hair was a mess. Ron automatically knew something was wrong the moment he saw the lost expression on his face.

He shook off his worry; they were not friends anymore so he refused to show any concern for the git.

"Good evening Mr. Malfoy. My name is Ronald Weasley. How would you like me to serve you this evening?"

Draco jumped at the sound of his voice, seemingly, not realizing that Ron had entered the room.

"Pour me some wine and hand me an orange" He muttered lazily, barley moving from his current position. What shocked Ron most of all is that he made no attempt to change his appearance once he saw that Ron had entered the room.

Ron raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior, but completed his task and handed the blonde his chilled wine and orange, which Ron peeled before handing it to him. Draco downed his beverage in a few gulps slowly started eating. Instead of watching, Ron went to his designated corner and waited. If the blonde wanted anything else, he would call on him.

After munching on his orange, Draco went back into his own little world while Ron stood there. When a full two hours passed Ron walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. Though he was bored out of his mind he wouldn't ask for work or asked to be dismissed. There was nothing wrong with getting paid to do nothing every once in a while. Pushing his luck, he grabbed some of the hors d'oeuvres and started munching on them. In all his time working, Ron had probably never done anything so boldly against the rules, but when he was stressed, he ate. And why was he all of a sudden so stressed? His ex-best friend was in distress and he wanted to know why. Ron groaned to himself,

'Why should I care if the git is having an issue? He is probably just having a bad say. His father probably couldn't buy him the latest yacht or something trivial. He has insulted and humiliated me every time I've seen him in the last four years. He used to be so nice'

Ron remembered the times when they would play during recess or skip their class and go to the park across the streets until the school guard would force them back into the building. Draco would help him with his math homework and Ron would pick Draco first to be his partner for the matches they would play against the other kids. All three years they were in the same class. When they found out that Draco's father was making him go to another school district for their higher education they had both been crushed. On their last day they had held each other and cried (though Ron would never mention that out loud).

He sighed and looked over at the spoiled blonde. His eyes, usually full of confidence and mischief, looked sad and contemplating, as if he were fighting his own inner demons.

Ron clamped his mouth shut and resisted the urge to go over and put his shoulder around him like he used to.

'Why should I still care after all these years? He's the one who abandoned our friendship…abandoned me!'

The memory of their last day together flashed back into Ron's head. Crying over Draco wasn't the only thing he didn't want to admit happened that night.

It was also the first day Ron had told someone, outside of his family, that he had loved them.

*Flashback*

They were sitting in the library afterschool, waiting for their parents to come and walk them home. Apparently the school systems did not think they were old enough to walk home by themselves yet.

Usually the duo would complain about the adults in their life or talk about rugby (Ron's preferred conversation), but unlike any other day both Ron and Draco knew it would probably be the last day they see each other.

Their English teacher would usually be standing over the duo, making sure they didn't say anything too inappropriate, though today he kept his distance. The sadness in their eyes were to much for him to look at.

Ron held Draco's hand in a tight grip, trying to figure out a way to run away with his best friend. The ticking noise the old clock made, dominated his hearing. With every tick, Ron knew he was closer to never seeing Draco again.

"I'll ask father if I can come and visit you before cram school." Draco said reassuringly.

Ron sighed, Draco had been saying those words all day, but Ron knew that Mr. Malfoy didn't like him and would do anything to keep Draco away from him.

Ron risked a look at the clock.

Five more minutes.

"I'm really going to miss you Ron." Draco leaned over to rest his head on Ron's shoulder. "You're my best friend"

Ron tried to blink back the stinging sensation in his eyes; he was going to start crying again. He gripped Draco's hand harder.

Two minutes pass.

"Ron say something!" Draco begs. They had spoken very little to each other, caught up in their own grief. Ron feels his shoulder becoming wetter, Draco had started crying. The realization helped Ron's tears escape.

Ron said the first three words that came to his head.

"I love you!"

Draco's head popped up, looking at Ron confused.

"What-"

"Not in an 'I want to snog you' way, but as in a 'You're my best friend and I don't want you to leave me' way" Ron amended.

"Please don't go!" Ron looked at Draco, who threw his arms around him.

"I love you too! I don't want to go either, but father's making me, I have to!"

Ron returned the hug, squeezing the blonde tightly.

Over in the corner, Ron heard his teacher burst into tears as well.

When he opened his mouth to say something else to Draco, he was interrupted by Mrs. Malfoy opening the library doors….

*End of flashback*

Ron realized why he wanted to comfort Draco. His eyes widened, in shock.

'I still love him'

The truth hit him hard. Feelings that he covered up for years rushing back in at once. All the happiness, good times, sadness, and pain that he experienced in elementary school tore through his bitterness, leaving a child who was abandoned by his friend and only wanted one more hug.

One thought ran through Ron's mind as these feelings re-appeared.

'I'm not accepting any of this shit'

Ron got up suddenly and started packing up the cart. Damn Draco to hell! He was dismissing himself!

Draco had told him, he loved him as well and then treated him like dirt. Any feeling he had for the blonde stopped after he walked out that door all those years ago. Why should he have to be the one to yearn for the git's friendship? He had great friends and Draco was constantly surrounded by his circle of gold diggers. He was completely fine with not interacting with him. Many friendships don't last long anyway! He shouldn't be upset.

"Have a great day, Mr. Malfoy…" Ron grounded out the rest of his exiting speech as he turned towards the door.

"Ron! Wait!"

Ron heard Draco's response and stopped reluctantly, not turning towards the blonde.

"Where are you going?"

"I have other duties, Mr. Malfoy." He replied curtly.

"Oh..well stay here with me anyway. I need someone in here while I think. I'll give you a nice tip."

Ron raised his eyebrow and finally turned around to look at Draco, who was looking at him desperately.

Without a response, Ron grabbed two shot glasses and whisky from the cart. He brought them over and sat next to Malfoy who downed his shot before Ron could finish pouring his own.

Ron refilled the glass which Draco kept in is hands, going back into his little world. Ron sighed, getting comfortable on the couch.

Though he was forced to stay due to his job, Ron wasn't going to take the bait. Draco wanted him to initiate the conversation, but Ron wanted to be selfish. He didn't want to feel concern in the first place! He had no reason to feel guilty at all!

He downed his own glass, desperately wanting another, but knew he would have to drive home. Though given Draco's silence, he would probably be here all night.

All of a sudden, Draco stood up to pick up a newspaper Ron had noticed on the coffee-table. When said paper was thrust in his face, Ron was just going to ignore it, but the picture of Lucius Malfoy on the cover piped his interest. Ron glared and snatched the paper out of his hand.

Malfoy Incorporated Bankrupted! Heir Lucius Malfoy Selling to Riddle Enterprises!

Lucius Malfoy Under investigation for Fraud!

Link between Drug dealings in South America and Malfoy Incorporated!

As Ron scanned the newspaper, every other article was bashing Mr. Malfoy and his company. Based on the newspapers, Draco's father seemed to be on a one way ticket to prison. The government had frozen all of the Malfoy's bank accounts and everyone who worked for Malfoy was under investigation.

Ron heard a shatter, only to find out that Draco had thrown his shot glass at a wall.

"It was that damned Riddle's fault! He blackmailed father into holding some "packages" at our warehouse. It was a setup! Riddle's been after father's company for years! He's even blackmailing the newspaper to ruin our reputation! None of my friends will even speak to me. Mother and father might have to go into hiding…"

Draco stopped mid-sentence and looked at Ron, who was half listening and reading the paper.

"You don't believe this swill, do you? I know you haven't seen him in years, but you know my father isn't like that. He might not be the nicest person in the world, but he keeps his hands out of the drug world!"

During this triad, Draco had gotten into Ron's personal space. Face to face, Ron could see Draco's normally gray eyes, turned green due to his anger, looking at Ron for some type of clarification.

As Ron tried to process the situation, he shifted through his memories of Lucius Malfoy. None were good. The CEO had just not liked Ron due to his poor background and thought Draco could have had better friends. Though the man wasn't evil and Ron knew that Mr. Malfoy always put his family first, even before business. Besides, he was too much of a coward to do anything that would get him sent to prison.

"And why are you telling me all this?" Ron asked, locking eyes with the blonde.

It was a legitimate question. Other than Draco's visits to the hotel, they had not been in contact. They were not on friendly terms. So why would Draco want him to know about his family's problems.

Draco scoffed, breaking eye contact, in an attempt to rebuild his dignity. He started to pace, spluttering an explanation.

"I…I honestly don't know, Weasley…..It's just….Stupid cowards, leaving me when all my money…fucking gold diggers. They won't answer their stupid phones!"

Draco took a deep breath, but that didn't seem to calm him. Running his fingers through is hair, he continued.

"Mother is being hounded by reporters. She can't leave the house. People are protesting outside father's office building, so he's trapped. I can't keep calling them!"

He looked at Ron, as though he should understand his jumbled up response.

Ron stood up.

"So basically you want someone to talk to. Well Malfoy I think you choose the wrong person. We may have been friends once, but you ruined it! If you think that I still feel anything other than hate for you, then you're mistaken. I don't have time to sit here and comfort a pathetic rich boy. I'm leaving, my shift is over. I'll send the next guy up to serve you. Oh and have a nice day Mr. Malfoy."

The words sounded harsh, even to Ron's own ears. He didn't mean them, but years of hurt and frustration were coming out, mixed with his words. His heart protested wildly as he grabbed the cart. He knew this wasn't the right thing to do, but being back around Draco was causing too many emotions to resurface and Ron did not want to face them.

"Wait!" Draco grabbed his arm. Ron tried to pry his hands off, but Draco had a strong grip.

He turned to look at him. "Let go of me!"

"No, please stay!" With a powerful heave, Draco pulled Ron toward him and managed to wrap his arms around him. Ron froze, shocked.

"Why should I stay?" Ron made no move to escape the forced-hug.

Draco sighed, resting his head against Ron's shoulder.

"I know I don't deserve you and I've said and did some horrible things to you, but when I think about it, being friends with you was the happiest days of my life. Even when I went to those prep schools I would constantly think about you. Soon, I resented you because you are my weakness. I tried to be like my father, but I knew you wouldn't approve. Every time I saw you, I just wanted to get you out of my head.

I tried to eliminate you from my life and I'm so sorry for all the shit I have done to you. I….I still love you and I know you still love me, so don't say you hate me! Love is not easily forgotten! Every time you look at me I see betrayal in your eyes and I'm sorry that I caused you pain, but don't leave me! I promise to make it better, but right now you're the only person I can rely on!"

By the wetness on Ron's shoulder and Draco tighter grip told him that Draco had started to cry, the situation caused him to reach his breaking point. Ron couldn't judge him; his eyes were leaking tears as well. Draco had given him the apology that he had secretly wished for and the conformation that Ron had not done anything to ruin their friendship. Draco had been right; He still loved Draco, and the fact that Draco loved him back, blew away any resentment Ron felt. He did not have to feel anymore guilt for loving someone, who he was supposed to hate.

Ron wrapped his arms around Draco, completing the embrace.

He wanted to stay like this forever, knowing they would have to deal with not only Draco's issues, but rebuilding their relationship. Ron had no idea how far they would go. Friends? Or something more? But none of that mattered at the moment, he wanted to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

Only a few words left Ron's mouth.

"I've never forgotten. I still love you."

A/N: Well here it is! Please Read and Review! I'm still taking requests so you can comment or pm your request (try to be happy scenarios, for at least right now).

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