A/N: I just finished an art project and it fails horribly D:. But it got me in the mood to write and here I am. This is my attempt to do something right tonight. Anyway, I got a lot of hits on the last chapter, but only two reviews! What's up with that? Thank you Rin5o for that nice review. I now know how to spell Ron's name right. I'm not one of those people that just want a ton of reviews. I really do appreciate everyone's honest opinion and feedback. Anyway, I hope that you guys enjoy this next chapter! Please leave a kind review!

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Ron slumped back into one of the chairs in the Dining Hall. His stomach felt as if it was going to explode and his eyes were droopy and heavy. The red head took a deep breath in, relaxing a bit.

On the train, it took Ron what felt like forever to find Harry. He didn't really want to stop since the two little kids were having so much fun parading through the train. When they finally did find Harry, both of the first years practically knocked him to the floor. It was a funny sight for Ron; not so much for Harry until Ron explained everything.

When they reached Hogwarts, everything moved fast for Ron. Riding in horseless carriages, opening speeches, the Sorting Hat, the Feast, and finally closing speeches. For once, Ron was glad that things seemed to move too fast. He was tired and still had a headache. And now his stomache hurt from eating so much good food.

"Ready to go, mate?" Harry said as he stood up from the seat next to Ron. The red head nodded his head, feeling the aftermath of eating too much starting to rise. He quickly stood up, regretting it a minute later, and stumbled a little before settling himself.

"Let's head up."

"Hey mister!" A young female voice said from behind Ron. He turned around, seeing the young brown haired girl from the train standing a little ways away from him. She was blushing in slight embarrassment but had a bright smile on her face.

"I'm in Gryffindor, same as you and Harry!" She yelled, bounding up to them and almost running into Harry. Ron gave her a wide smile and thumbs up.

"That's great! Harry and I will help you to your classes tomorrow, right Harry?" Ron said, looking over at Harry. The black haired boy was staring off into space, not paying attention to anything until Ron said his name.

"What? Yeah, of course." Harry replied. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"You ok, mate?"

"… Malfoy has been staring at us all during the Feast." Harry slowly replied. He felt tense and uneasy. Of course, everyone was staring at Harry, but it felt awkward when they made it noticeable or didn't even try to hide it.

"Is he?" Ron question, looking over at the Slytherin table. Sure enough, there was Draco, looking over in his and Harry's direction. Only… he wasn't staring at Harry like he thought that he would. He was staring at Ron. The second Draco noticed Ron look over, he quickly ducked his head down and scampered off into the crowd.

"Maybe he likes you."

Ron nearly threw up from the thought. It was defiantly not the thing that would make his stomach feel better right now. Ron stared wide eyed at the younger girl as Harry bit back some laughter. She was looking up at both of them with curious eyes.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"He wouldn't like me! And I'd never like him! One, we're enemies. Two, we're both guys! And I'm not a poof." Ron screamed. The Dining Hall was too loud for many people to hear him though. The young girl stared at him for a second, and then started to laugh along with Harry. Ron scowled at both of them.

"Whatever you say, mister. But a girl knows these kinds of things." She replied through her giggles. Ron just glared at her more.

"Yeah, and you're also eleven, so it doesn't count." He grumbled back. She just kept laughing though.

"Lay off, Ron. Let's show her to the Common Room." Harry said, followed by another fit of laughter. Ron seriously thought that he would end up hitting Harry.

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Draco sat in the Slytherin Common Room, staring at the fire place from one of the very expensive sofas. Everyone had gone off to bed, even Crabbe and Goyle. The Feast had ended hours ago, but Draco couldn't sleep. Running into Ron on the train put him in a bad mood, but Draco wasn't really sure why. Maybe it was because Weasley's were just good at doing that. Or maybe it was just because Draco was being Draco. Who knew?

The blonde's sight moved from the fire place to the floor right next to it. A large, oddly shaped suitcase type box was sitting right next to the fire place. It was almost in reach of the flames, but Draco wasn't worried. He had put wards on it. No one else knew what was in it, and no one had asked. Draco had told them simply not to move it or open it.

Without hesitation, Draco pushed himself up off of the couch and moved over to the black box. It felt smooth and leathery under his warm hands as he knelt next to it. Flipping open the clasps, Draco opened the box, revealing what was inside.

Inside was a normal looking acoustic guitar. The wood was a nice light brown and the strings looked worn and used. Draco liked it that way. On the wooden body it had written in sharpie "Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom". Draco wasn't sure where or when he heard this, but it had stuck with him his whole life. It only made sense to put it on his most prized possession.

Draco sat there on the ground by the fire place and started to tune his guitar. Seeing Ron put him in a bad mood and made him feel like playing an angry song.

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I'm sorry for the horrible quality of this chapter. Not even half way through the chapter, my sister started making fun of my writing and it made me feel bad about myself. I put everything into my writing, and for her to call it bad made me really depressed. But I'm starting to get better. It wasn't how I wanted it to be, but hopefully the chapter still came out alright. Anyway, please leave a nice review to make me feel better!