I told you all you'd see, right? I feel so accomplished, posting two chapters at a time... Of course, the chapters have been significantly short, so, there's really no reason for me not to be able to get at least two written in a week, no?

I forgot to mention this in the previous chapter, but I posted a two-part story earlier in the week (on Wednesday, I do believe). It's called Divide, and I really enjoyed writing it. I just thought I should mention it because I want it to get some love too, hehe. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, especially if you don't care for a Draco/Harry pairing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I'm not making any money off of this.

Warnings: Hehe, language, Draco/Ron arguing

Chapter 11: So Many Thoughts That I Can't Get Out of My Head

Ron glanced at the telly, trying in vain to ignore Hermione and Draco. He found, though, that it was impossible when the obnoxious blond stood in front of him. Ron glared up at Draco. "What the bloody hell do you want?"

"Where is Harry?" Draco growled.

Ron sighed and pushed Draco away from him. He stood and walked to the kitchen, asking the married couple if they'd like some tea. Draco growled and shoved Ron's shoulder. Ron sighed and turned, now scowling at the blond.

"Seriously, Ron, we're worried about Harry… Last night…his music…it was so dark and pain ridden…" Hermione pleaded.

Ron rolled his eyes. "It's music, 'Mione."

"Yeah, and he wrote it because of you!" Draco barked.

"Yes, I'm quite sodding aware of that, Malfoy. And, if you keep shouting you're going to bloody wake him up!" Ron shot back.

Draco's eyes widened. "He's here?"

Ron sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Draco as if the blond were some child who kept asking the same question despite already having the answer. "Yes, you ferret, Harry is here. I'm quite certain that Harry is happily asleep, unless your bloody yelling has woken him."

Draco sneered and turned, stalking towards Harry's old room. Ron rolled his eyes and sighed again. "Draco, he's in my room."

The blond froze, and Hermione's jaw dropped. "Why is he in your room, weasel?" Draco ground out, twisting around to glare at the ginger after a few moments of shocked silence.

Ron sighed, picked up a tattered piece of parchment, and handed it to Draco. "This is one of Harry's old songs, right? He has yet to record it…but he's going to next week."

Draco's brow furrowed. "What the bloody hell does that have to do with him being in your room?"

"Harry gave it to me last night. I thought it was quite foolish of him not to have recorded it. I told him that if he had recorded, I might've kissed him a lot sooner than last Thursday." Ron explained as he walked back to the kitchen.

"You… Are you and Harry together now?" Hermione demanded.

Ron smiled brightly. "Yes, we are." He poured himself a cup of tea and walked back to the couch.

Draco sighed. "Well, it's about bloody time! Honestly…I thought I was going to have to beat you over the head to make you realize that he's been in love with you since school!"

Ron's smile dimmed. "Yes, well…I was a bit…ah…foolish, blind I suppose. I was most certainly self-centered. Too wrapped up in my own misery, thinking you and Harry were a couple, to notice his feelings."

Draco practically choked. "You…thought I was with Harry?"

Ron smirked. "Yeah, and so did Hermione. You two certainly looked like you were a couple, anyway."

"Yes, for a little while I had resigned myself to the fact that your heart was with Harry. That's why I was so shocked when you kissed me."

Draco stared from Ron to his wife, and then grinned sheepishly. "To be honest…Harry and I had agreed to get together if you rejected me, Hermione. I did have a bit of a crush on him, but I fell in love with you. And as for you," Draco muttered as he turned his attention to Ron. "Harry couldn't shut up about you, but we both knew that if Harry and I started seeing each other, you would have faded."

Ron shifted. He did not like hearing that he'd come incredibly close to loosing Harry. He glanced at Hermione, and he could see the thoughtful look on her face. If Hermione wasn't with Draco, she would've married Fred. That was well known, to all of them. Lucky for him, and Pansy, Hermione had also loved the Slytherin.

Ron stood and enveloped Hermione in a hug. "Thank you for being with the git," Ron murmured.

Hermione laughed and nodded. "You're welcome."

Ron released her and smiled at Draco. Draco grinned back. The tenseness was gone, and they could all be civil to each other; they could all be the friends they'd hoped they'd become.