DISCLAIMER: My foot is still intact, so it seems no one owns nothing.

Chapter two: A Well may be Deep but a Rope may be Short

I can't hear myself THINK! Wait… holy shit. Thinking! They're... THINKING. I can here them think. At least I'm not going cra-

MALFOY THINKS I'M PRETTY!

"Potter! Climb back on your chair at once and stop making a mockery of my classroom. Though others may appreciate your asinine antics, I can assure you I do not!"

Grumbling and catching his breath, Harry tried to climb back onto his chair, flinching at Ron's touch.

It's just Ron… But somehow, knowing that it really was Ron, didn't make the situation any better.

Ron shot him a supportive look after having his hands slapped away for the fifth time. "I'm not good enough to touch you now?!"

Harry recalled the 'Harry-fucking-Potter' remark with climbing fury and shot him dark looks all lesson wondering about the odds of the ceiling above Ron's head collapsing spontaneously.

Every second he was itching it hit Ron, but instead listened aimlessly to his thoughts honeyed with the presence Hermione.

"Wow, look at Hermione. Putting her hand up like that--she's so brave… and smart… and studious… hey, did Lavender just wink at me? She's so brave… and… smart… and…"

Harry could just tell his head was going to explode that very second. He needed to stop listening to Ron and put his "gift" to use…

Did I just hear Lavender say something?

Harry leaned forward on his chair. It didn't work very inconspicuously; but Harry was Harry.

Snape started shouting. "POTTER! GET OFF THE FLOOR!"

The Slytherin's snickered and Ron helped Harry back up. Too bad he yelped and jumped away batting Ron's hands.

Panting but triumphant from getting back onto his chair on his own Harry slumped back. It wasn't even lunch and he was exhausted.

Malfoy's silky voice drifted over. "What's this? Has Potter finally realised how dirty Weasel's actually are?"

They spent the rest of the lesson in silence while Harry tried to catch any thoughts of Lavender's or Parvati's floating his way. It wasn't until Snape left the dungeons taking Seamus to the hospital ring after eating some of the potion ingredients set out for the lesson that Ron's freckly face swam into view of Harry's glazed over eyes.

Ron swung around to interrupt Harry's thoughts. Harry jumped and forgot Malfoy and his strange comment. He was surprised and the quill dropped out of his hands slicking ink all over his parchment.

After a moment Ron whispered "Harry!"

Harry said flatly, "what."

"Did Lavender just wink at me?"

Harry turned away in disgust and resumed his overlarge handwriting knowing that however many times he counted the lines the number wasn't going to increase.

"Jealous bugger," Ron thought after a while. "Just because Parvati fancies me. Wait… no. …No, that's right."

It was finally the last straw when Ron thought Harry moved as slow as a truck without wheels.

Now, Harry didn't know how Ron knew what a truck was, let alone use it in a simile accurately but he spun around angrily to face him.

Unleashing all his angry-Potter wrath, he hit Ron right in the eye and the poor Gryffindor was on the ground in a daze.

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled. "You just GO ON! And ON! AND ON! Just SHUT UP!"

With all that said, Harry was sadly deflated but not as deflated as to not to want to give Ron one last good kick. But Malfoy stopped him. What he said, not thought, any way. Harry's ears pricked up.

"Why Potter, I think you finally have some sense in you," said a - could it possibly be - an almost impressed Malfoy??

Later when the sun had long gone and the boys in the Gryffindor dorms were already dressed in old flannel pyjamas and half asleep Harry finally relaxed.

It had been a long day.

Neville snoring made Harry jump.

And it still wasn't over…

"Come here little house-elf…" Seamus cooed from the other bed obviously half asleep. When Harry has climbed back into his skin he lay there listening to the Irish lad. But it wasn't just Seamus talking either, no, Ron joined in.

"Hey, did Snape just wink at me?"

"HE KISSED ME, STUPID JELLO!"

Harry ripped his hangings away, pulled his robes over his pyjamas and slammed the door loudly.

He groaned to himself, "this is too much…"

Harry trudged along to the kitchens, slightly weary of the house-elves because of Seamus's slurred words and vowed he was not going to go anywhere near any Jello.

His feet were freezing. Harry tickled the pear and climbed down to the kitchens. There was a tense silence in there House-elves always waited in while they checked that they had pleased their superiors.

The portrait shut behind him and Harry relaxed when he heard no house-elf thoughts. Either they were complete airheads, or just immune.

"Hell the slaves have outdone themselves this time. It's alright. I suppose. The creampuffs could be better and when did I ask for this… pumpkin pastie?"

Harry's stomach flipped.

Malfoy came to notice him. He said with disinterest, "oh, its you. I hope he knows these creampuffs are mine. Well, there's that one on the floor he can have. Seeking better company I see?"

Harry couldn't answer. What was thought and what was speech he didn't know. All he knew is he was not eating creampuffs off the floor.

A/n: I hope it didn't suck to much. I'll probably wrap the story up next chapter if anyone's interested? Hope you stick around 'til then!

ps. Poor Ron, its not that I don't like him, only well… Ron is Ron. Oh yeah, thank you to DumbledoresQuill; Brenna8; Nott; Hayley; slytherins angel; Renny; Artemis Astralstar; Alleus; Twilight-Tinuviel; and Sagiri for taking the time to review. Thanks.

Reviews appreciated. They inspire me. ;)