At lunch, I gave Weasley back the cloak. I thought we would be done by then but he asked to see me at the top of the hill during today's Hogsmeade visit. On the train, I sat alone, sketching in my sketchbook," Hey."

I jumped and threw the book down on my bench,"Why are you here Weasley?"

"I'm bored, Harry and Hermione didn't come."

"So you've come to annoy me?"

"Yes."

I rolled my eyes,"Why'd you want me to come to the top of the hill tonight?"

"It's a surprise. What were you drawing?"

I blushed, ashamed he saw me,"Nothing."

He sat down with me,"Please?"

ENOUGH. "Okay, I've told you a bunch of my secrets, time to tell me your's."

"What do you want to know?"

"How'd you not freak out when you were cutting into my flesh last night?"

"I'm used to blood."

"That makes no sense."

"You have anymore questions?"

I sighed,"Why were you in the infirmary the night I tried to do...you know?" The subject was kind of touchy,because I knew Voldemort wasn't done with me, even if my tattoo was off, which meant I still kind of wanted to do it still.

He bit his lip,"Promise not to tell?"

"Whatever."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He rolled up his sleeve only to reveal a row of scars going up his arm, "Oh my god, Ron, did- did you do that?"

"Yeah."

I looked up at him, to see if he was kidding, but he was looking out the window. I looked back down at his arm and saw the two closest to his elbow had looked freshly cut,"Why are you cutting yourself?"

He let out a shaky breath,"I'm not as good as my brothers. All of them have something planned in their life, when I don't."

"That doesn't mean you should do this to yourself."

"I-I know it doesn't it just... helps me not think about everything. It makes me anxious and in pain so it just occupies me."

"Ron, you can't occupy yourself with that. You need to stop and use something else, like, books or a relationship." I felt my face heat up when I heard myself say that, it had just slipped out of my mouth.

Ron blushed and looked at me,"W-what were you drawing?"

Fuck, Draco, can you get anymore awkward? "Try and guess." I handed him my sketchbook and he took a long look.

"Is it... a dog?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"'Cause it looks just like my patronus."

"Your patronus is a dog?"

"A jack russell terrier, watch," he took out his wand and said,"Expecto patronum!" and out of the wand shot a silver shadow. It formed into a skinny dog and pounced around the room, landing on my head.

"That's actually really cool, Ron."

"Thanks, what's yours?"

"W-what?"

"What's your patronus, show me."

"I-I don't ha-have one."

"Of course you do, everyone does."

"Well I don't, I don't have a happy memory to make one."

"Really, what about, I don't know, one of your birthdays?"

"I can't remember my first five, that's just science; on my sixth birthday my dad forgot it was my birthday, my seventh voldemort branded me, my eighth my mother slapped me across the face for not ready the card before opening my gift, shall I continue?"

He stared speechless at me as tears came to my eyes,"You know what, Weasley? I would give up all the money I've ever had just to have a life like yours. You have nice parents that don't forget about you, you have friends that aren't your friends because of your valuables, you're not looked at as Hogwarts slut just because of your looks and a stupid rumor. You have a good life."

Tears were streaming down my face and I sniffled so boogers didn't pour out of my stuffed nose. I looked down, ashamed that I'm being seen in a fit of tears, but then I feel something grab hold of both my hands. I let out a shaky gasp and looked up to see Ron facing me dead in the eye,"Draco, I'm sorry I ever thought you had a good life. And I'm sorry I made you cry. Last but not least, I'm sorry for sound like a douche that first part, it came out wrong."

I giggled and wiped tears from my face as I felt the train stop,"I'll meet you up there in five minutes, Weasley."