A/N: I suddenly had inspiration to write the next chapter. I know the last one was not all that great, but that's because I started to feel really bad about myself about halfway through and just wanted to finish it. But I hope that you guys enjoy this one more than the last! Please leave kind reviews!

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"It was probably nothing, Ron."

"But you weren't there, Hermoine!"

"No, I wasn't! Now stop talking about it."

"Why do I even tell you things anymore?" Ron grumbled, folding his arms across his chest and slumping back into his chair. Hermoine scowled as she continued to eat her breakfast. Harry just sat on the other side of the table, trying not to get involved and eating his food quietly. He didn't feel like getting into an argument right at the beginning of the day.

"So…um… did you guys sleep well?" Harry nervously asked, trying to keep the atmosphere light. Hermoine gave him a smile.

"Yes, mostly because I was in the common room on time. Isn't that right, Ron?" Hermoine replied, giving Ron a fake smile then a scowl. Ron felt his ears go red as he furrowed his eyebrows together. His fists were clenched tightly under the table and he swore that he'd hit someone at any moment.

"I'll see you guys later." Ron said in a low voice, quickly getting up from the House Table and grabbing his things. Harry looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't. Ron was ok with that. He'd much rather have Harry say nothing that have him get caught in the wrath of Hermoine as well.

"Bye, mate." Harry feebly said as Ron stormed away and out of the Dining Hall.

"Stupid Hermoine… always pushing me around and telling me what to do… bloody hell…" Ron mumbled to himself, stalking through the halls. He didn't have class for another hour and didn't have anything to do. And he most certainly did not want to go back and be near Hermoine. She really knew what to do to make him angry.

Ron quickly turned a sharp corner, swinging his arms around a little as he did so. Just as he did, someone else rounded the corner at the same time. Ron ran right into them, knocking them both onto the ground. Ron rubbed his face, even though he didn't hit it.

"Watch where you're going next time, Weasly!" An all too familiar voice rang in his ears. Ron scoffed at them, forcing himself to stand up. It took more energy than it should have.

"Hello to you too, Malfoy." Ron grumbled, brushing off his pants and picking up his schoolbag. He glared at Malfoy when he got himself situated, both of their eyebrows furrowing together. Malfoy's face was contorted into a sneer.

"Shove it. Pay attention when you walk." Malfoy snapped. Ron's mood seemed to worsen, if that were possible. The red head reached out, grabbing Malfoy by the collar of his shirt, and forcefully throwing him against the wall next to them. The red head was right in his face right away, his teeth bared and eyes flashing with anger. Malfoy smirked at him, his grey-blue eyes drooping as he did. He put his hands up in front of him in mock defense.

"No need to get violent, Weasly." Draco said a hint of humor in his voice. Ron glared at him, looking from Malfoy's face to his hands. The fingers on both of his hands were slightly calloused, the skin looking very rough compared to the Ferret's normally soft looking skin. Ron didn't even realize how long he had been staring until Malfoy pushed him away.

Malfoy straightened his shirt, a smug look on his face. Without saying a word to each other, the blonde stalked away down the hall towards the Dining Hall. Ron just stood there, an angry pout on his face.

"Whatever." Ron mumbled to himself as he took off in the opposite direction.

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Draco sat down at his House Table, several Slytherin's saying hello but being ignored. Crabbe and Goyle moved over so there was more room for Draco to sit.

'I'm not even hungry. Why am I here? Bloody hell, I'd rather be playing the guitar right now then sitting with these half-wit blokes. It's a miracle I still talk to any of these guys…' Draco thought to himself, playing with his bowl of cereal a bit. It was true; hunger never seemed to be around the blonde whenever he felt like playing. It was like some sort of curse.

"So where were you yesterday morning, Malfoy?" A random person at their table asked. Draco looked up, staring at them with confusion. When had this person joined their House? And for how long? Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other with a look of nerves.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"What?"

"Nothing. I didn't feel like eating yesterday." Draco replied. It seemed to please this strange boy. Draco wasn't sure why people were always fascinated with what he did. It just made it that much harder to practice. Or to even take it out.

"Fuck life." Draco mumbled under his breath, not even realizing that he said that out loud. He quickly and briskly stood up from the table, leaving Crabbe and Goyle behind with confused looks as he left the Dining Hall.

Draco rubbed his growling stomach. He was so damn hungry right now. But when he sat down to eat the blonde felt like throwing up rather than eating some delicious pancakes or something. He swore that he was cursed or something like that.

Without a second thought, the teen took off in the direction of his Common Room. Practicing through first period wouldn't hurt him too much. Besides, it was Potions first.

"Yay for being in power." Draco mumbled, quickening his pace a little bit.

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Well, that was a load of shit. It's just one of those filler chapters, you know? I tend to do those a lot. Anyway, I hope that you guys liked it anyway. I was just kind of practicing description a little bit, since you guys left some reviews about that a while back. Please leave a review!