Ron clomped through the muddy grounds following Harry, and Harry finally stopped and turned around.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"Why do you still hate Draco?" Ron asked, watching as Harry flinched slightly when he said Draco's name.

"Ron, why shouldn't I? He's always been horrible to us…now you're his friend! You just turned me in-"

"You hit him when he was already hurt. Who wouldn't?"

"How was I supposed to know he was really hurt? He's probably acted like he was hurt so many times that we've known him…"

"You need to give him a chance." Ron said this quietly and softly, he stared down at the ground, "Why can't you give him a chance? I did…."

"Why would he be my friend?"

"He's my friend. If there's anything worse to a pureblood like the Malfoy's than a half-blood it would be a blood traitor. I'm that. He gave me a chance and I gave him a chance. Just get to know him. Some things about him have changed…some haven't."

Harry stood there, glaring at Ron, Ron looked up and glared back defiantly. Harry shook his head and snapped,

"I'm never giving him a chance."

………………………………………………………

"I hate him!" Ron exclaimed when he went to the pitch that night, "I hate him, I hate him…"

"Try my habit. It'll help," Malfoy said, taking a drag out of his cigarette. He held out the pack to Ron…who took one and lit it without a second thought. And this time…it did help.

"How'd you get 'em?" Ron asked a few moments later.

"Zabini," Malfoy said, "He's got loads."

Ron began to feel more and more lightheaded as the minutes drew by. He and Malfoy finished the pack in two hours.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Ron said as they walked into the castle and split down the hallways.

"At lunch?" Draco asked, "In the boys lavatory."

"Okay," Ron said, trying beyond his hardest to register Malfoy's words, he had never found it this hard before to get something through his mind. Ron eventually found his way to the Gryffindor Common Room and up to the dorm.

"You smell like smoke," a voice in the dark said.

It was Harry.

"Yeah so?" Ron asked with a laugh, "Lumos." He pointed his wand at his trunk and searched through it for pajamas.

"Have you been smoking?"

"What's it to you? It's not like you care."

Silence. Ron changed into his pajamas and then climbed into bed.

"How much did you smoke?" Harry asked, sitting up in his bed.

Ron sat up and just before shutting the curtains said,

"Stuff it."

"Ron, seriously…"

Ron sighed heavily and through the curtains he said,

"Around 5, happy now?"

Harry never said another word.

But the next night he stayed up as long as Ron did, at least until Ron started to leave.

"Are you going to smoke again?" Harry asked.

"Would you drop it? I don't see why you care anyway."

"Just because I hate the fact that you're friends with that…that person…doesn't mean I don't care about you."

"Don't play that card, Potter," Ron snapped just before he walked out of the portrait.

Tsk tsk...sorry I didn't update yesterday, I wasn't at my grandparents house.