A/N: So school starts for me that day after tomorrow. Which means that this will probably be the last chapter of the summer. Augh. Anyway, I do hope that everyone if enjoying the story so far. This chapter might be a bit… awkward feeling because I'm not totally sure how to write what I have in mind. Besides that, I hope everyone likes it! The song used in this chapter is "Yesterday" by the Beatles. Please leave a review!
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Ron sat in the Common Room, staring at the fireplace with a blank expression.
After Draco had pushed Ron away from him, all the red head could do was stand there and stare at him. An incredibly awkward silence washed over the two boys as they just stared at each other. Neither could say anything. It was too awkward and weird and just… uncomfortable. Now Ron really wished that he had just let things be. Just left everything alone and kept things the way they were.
Screw everything.
So here the red head was, sitting in the empty Common Room, staring at the fireplace. It felt lonely and cold as a million and one thoughts raced through his mind. But, at the same time, it felt like his mind had gone completely blank. Just blank.
Sleep felt way too inviting.
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"Ron, Ron wake up!" A loud and familiar voice shouted in his ear. The red head's mind was quickly thrown back into reality as he slowly opened his eyes, quickly covering them with his arm when he did. Harry stared back at him with a worried expression.
"Too bright." Ron mumbled sleepily. Harry let out a relieved sigh and moved away from Ron slightly. He nudged his best friend in the shoulder. Hard enough to get Ron to take his arm away.
"What're you doing down here, mate?" Harry asked, looking at Ron. Ron looked up at the brunette, his glasses reflecting some light coming in through a window. Ron blinked and looked away.
"I… must have fallen asleep." He slowly said, trying to remember exactly when he did fall asleep. He couldn't.
"Long night?" Harry questioned quietly. People were starting to pour out of the Dorm Rooms. Ron hesitantly nodded his head.
"What time is it?" The red head asked, rubbing the back of his head.
"Almost halfway through breakfast. If you want to eat you better move." Harry said while turning around and heading towards the Common Room door. Ron groaned to himself. He felt gross, going to class in the same clothes he slept in. It didn't matter. He'd have to come and change at lunch or something.
"This is going to be a horribly long day." Ron said to himself before getting up off the couch.
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"Have you noticed that Malfoy hasn't been bothering us?" Hermoine suddenly said. The librarian shushed them.
It had been three days since Ron found out it was Draco. And what Hermoine had said had been true. Draco didn't even bother to look at them. He didn't even insult them when they walked past him in the hall. His face would just go red and he'd walk faster. And Ron knew why. He just couldn't say anything.
He had made a promise. Even if it was with a Malfoy.
"No, I haven't noticed a thing! Why do you ask, Hermoine? It's much better without him nagging at us all the time. Don't you agree, Harry? I mean-!" Ron suddenly started pouring and blubbering and ranting like an idiot. The only thing that stopped him was Hermoine.
"Okay, okay, we get the point, Ron." Hermoine said, nodding her head at Ron. Harry gave the red head an odd and questioning look. It made Ron feel like he was being strangled. It was a crushing look that made Ron nervous.
"But don't you guys think that's a little strange? He always has something to say." Harry cautiously said, watching Ron as he said it. The red head tried to keep his face blank and his eyes away from Harry. It was hard.
"I don't care. Isn't it better without him bothering us?" Ron spat and getting the familiar twitch in his legs to run away. Harry looked as if he was in mock thought. His eyes drifted towards the ceiling, a finger on his chin, and his jaw locked tight.
"Yes, but it's weird." Hermoine said. Harry nodded his head in agreement. Ron nearly lost it at that. He quickly stood up from the library table, grabbing his bag in one hand and slamming the chair into the table with the other.
"Well, if you want to figure out how to get Mr. Pissy-Mc-Pissy-Pants to start bothering us again, you can figure it out on your own!" Ron shouted at them. This time the librarian left them alone. The red head turned around before he could see the look on his friend's faces and stormed out of the library.
"What's with him?" Hermoine quietly questioned. Harry shrugged his shoulders, resting his head on one hand and watching Ron run out of the library.
"No idea."
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Ron was angry, and he wasn't really sure why.
Everything in the past week or so just seemed to not work out well. First, almost being caught out late. Second, making an ass of himself. And third…
Ron shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It wasn't working so well. The slow and normally calming ride up the Grand Staircase usually helped him, but not this time. It was too slow and too relaxing. Agh, it felt like his head was going to explode.
The red head leaned against the railing as it moved across the room, sort of towards the direction of the Common Room. He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but his friends, school, magic, anything. Just trying to clear his mind.
When the staircase finally stopped moving, Ron took a step off with his eyes still closed. The hallway felt a little empty to be the one near the Common Room. Ron opened his eyes and looked around. He immediately turned around to get back on the staircase, but it was already gone.
He was stuck on that floor. Of course.
"Why is it every time I don't want to be here, I end up here?!" Ron yelled to no one. He shuffled his feet around, turning back to where the staircase had been. He looked and waited and looked and waited but none of the others seemed to be coming his way. Ron sighed to himself in an angry manner.
Stupid little thing called fate.
"Well, while I'm here…." Ron mumbled to himself, turning around and facing the hallway. It looked big and scary and dark now that Ron looked at it. Maybe it was because he didn't want to go down there. Like it would eat him up like the spiders tried to do in his second year. Or like the Whomping Willow. Something like that. Hopefully not.
The red head took a deep breath, and then started off down the corridor. The only thing that he could hear for a while was the clomp clomp of his shoes. And his frantic heartbeat. It was way too loud for his taste. Just as Ron was about to say 'Screw it,' and turn around and find another way back to the tower, his ears picked up the faint noise of a guitar string.
Looking down the hall with uncertain eyes, Ron let out a long breath through his nose and continued to take cautious steps towards that classroom. Once Ron was almost directly right outside the door, he slowly sat down next to the door. The random and uncertain notes slowly turned into a melody, and softly that voice started to sing.
"Yesterday, Suddenly, Why she Yesterday, Why she Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though
they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
I'm not half the man I used to be,
there's a shadow hanging
over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
had to
go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
something wrong,
now I long for yesterday.
Love was such an
easy game to play,
now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I
believe in yesterday.
had to go I don't know, she
wouldn't say.
I said,
something wrong, now I long for
yesterday.
Love was such an easy game to play,
now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday."
The song ended with a few calming notes and some musical hums from Draco. Ron sat there, bewilderment written all over his face. It was now just hitting him. It was Draco that played all of those beautiful songs. And sang so wonderfully. And had all of those calming songs on that iPod thing. It was just now clicking in Ron's head. And it was frying his brain.
All of a sudden, a long rectangular object went flying pat Ron's head, hitting the wall across from him.
"Uwah!" Ron screamed (in a manly way), covering himself with his arms, peeking around them after a minute to see of anything more was going to attack. He heard laughter from the classroom.
"That wasn't funny, you git!" Ron yelled, quickly standing up and twirling himself around into the classroom doorframe. The red head glared at the laughing blonde. It wasn't real, pure laughter that Ron had grown to like. It sounded forced and hallow and almost… empty. It made him angrier.
"Sorry, that was funny." Draco replied, straightening himself back. A ghost of a smile was still on his face. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I… shouldn't be here." Ron suddenly decided. He frantically looked around him, moving to walk away. If only Draco weren't there.
"Who says you have to go?" He asked, his cocky voice in a lower tone than usual. Ron shot him another glare.
"Why would you want me here? We hate each other, remember? And you just happen to be my best mate's mortal enemy." Ron replied, giving the Slytherin a mocking smile. It didn't faze the blonde. They just looked at each other. Ron's bright blue eyes and Draco's cool grey one's. Both had mixed emotions of… something. But neither cared enough to wonder.
"Did you keep your promise?" Draco suddenly said, breaking the silence. Ron blinked a few times, taken aback.
"What?"
"Did you keep your promise?" Draco repeated, sounding impatient. Ron let out an angry sigh, but nodded his head.
"Yes I did." Ron replied. He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head away from the other boy. This was awkward and weird and just… uncomfortable feeling. Ron didn't like it. Why was it lately every situation he was in was awkward? It felt like they always were.
"And I kept mine. No one knows you're here, no one knows I'm here. So you can stay." Draco flatly and plainly said. Ron felt his mouth drop as he looked back over at Draco. The blonde was currently re-situating himself on the table to play another song. Ron shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"So that's it? No fight, no punching, no nothing? Just an 'okay'?" Ron dumbly said. Draco looked back up at Ron with incredulous looking eyes –That's the right emotion right? I hope so, Ron thought to himself- and then back down at his guitar.
"Yeah, just like that. Unless you want me to punch you." Draco said, sounding really impatient. Ron wished that he'd be nice again.
"No… just… I don't know." Ron trailed, sounding like an idiot. Neither really cared at the moment.
"Ok."
"So… what now?" Ron hesitantly said. Draco rolled his eyes to himself, but kept his gaze towards his black guitar.
"You can sit down and enjoy some music, or go back to your Common Room. Your choice." Draco blandly replied. Ron didn't like how emotionless the blonde sounded. He liked that calm and relaxed voice.
"Whatever." Ron mumbled back, but grabbed a nearby chair and sat down anyway. Draco smiled to himself.
It was going to be a good week.
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NOT HOW I WANTED IT. But it's the best that I can do. I'm so incredibly worn out and so very tired and I feel like I'm going to puke. So here's what you got. I'm going to try and do another chapter sometime this week, but don't count on it. Until then, please leave a kind review!