A/N: So, I've been doing a lot of thinking for this chapter. I've noticed that my chapters seem to get shorter and shorter, which I hate. Personally, I really like long chapters. So I'm going to try and make chapters at least 2000 words from now on just to make things longer. Maybe more than that depending on how I feel. Sorry if this chapter seems kind of rushed or slow in some parts. As you guys are reading this, please listen to "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd when it gets to the part where they're playing in the classroom. Please leave a review and tell me what you think!

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"Mr. Malfoy, see me after class." Snape said as the bell rang for the next class. Draco looked up from his cauldron, tightening his jaw a little and chewing on the inside of his mouth. After next class it was lunch, and Draco had skipped out on breakfast again for the third morning in a row. Maybe practicing the guitar wasn't worth it. Whatever. Draco abandoned his thoughts as he pushed himself up from his seat and stalked over to Snape at the front of the room. Whatever his teacher wanted to talk about it couldn't be good.

"Yes, professor?" Draco politely said, not really meaning it though. Snape kept his usual glare.

"You missed class yesterday morning. Care to explain?" Snape said in his usual I'm-better-than-everyone-fucktheworld voice. Draco really felt like rolling his eyes at the moment, but that would be very un-Malfoy like. Later he could roll his eyes about it.

"I wasn't feeling very well, sir. I stayed in the common room for the morning." Draco calmly said. He usually didn't get into trouble with Snape, so he wasn't really sure what to say. Snape just narrowed his eyes and sneered at the younger boy.

"Mr. Malfoy, you are fifteen years old. Surely by now you should know when to tell someone when you aren't going to be in class." Snape replied in his low voice. Draco looked away from him, trying not to smile to himself. Actually, in reality, when Draco became nervous he usually smiled to himself. But now was not the right time.

"Yes, sir. I apologize and it won't happen again." Draco quickly said. He wanted to get out of there before the bell rang, for once. Even though he had Transfiguration next, which he did not like with all those Gryffindor people. And that stupid Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die-Already. Agh.

"Go to class, Mr. Malfoy." Snape said, sneering at him. Draco nodded his head and turned to walk out of the classroom, the bell ringing right as he did so. He growled to himself and could practically feel Snape smiling behind him. What a creepy feeling.

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"Mr. Malfoy, you're late. Ten points from Slytherin." Professor McGonagall practically shouted as Draco walked into the room. About half the class looked over at him (mostly Gryffindor people) while the other half didn't really seem to care. It was the very first week of school.

Draco felt his face flush a little as he rushed to his seat, not even apologizing to the teacher. He just sat down, got his notebook out, and pretended to pay attention. Just like everyone else. What a shock. Draco rested his head on his hand, staring off into space and looking quite bored.

On the other side of the room, Ron was trying to pay attention so Hermoine would stop nagging at him.

"Ron, did you write that down? Are you getting all of these?" Hermoine kept saying every few seconds. After a while even Harry gave up trying to take notes. He just sat there with a very annoyed expression on his face.

"Ron, are you-?"

"Hermoine, will you shut up?!"

Harry scooted away from his two friends as the whole class turned and looked at them. McGonagall stopped in mid sentence, staring at Ron and Hermoine with wide eyes behind her half-moon glasses. She blinked several times.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Weasly and Mrs. Granger?" The professor asked in her shaky, high pitched mouse voice. Ron felt his ears burn bright red as he stared at the desk. Hermoine shook her head several times, but said nothing.

"Having trouble in paradise, Weasly?" Draco mumbled, but since the class was so quiet it sounded like he was screaming. At least to Ron. A few people, even from his House, snickered at the comment. Ron felt his face go red and Hermoine started to stutter to herself.

"Ten more points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. And ten from Gryffindor for disrupting class. Now, back to work!" McGonagall called out, pointing to an assignment that she had surely explained but was written on the bored anyway. Ron felt his temper flare slightly as Hermoine cleared her throat and turned towards him.

"Want to study with Harry and me at the library tonight?" Hermoine asked, not looking Ron straight in the eye. Ron looked past her to Harry, who was shaking his head and mouthing 'no'.

"Not after you embarrassed us in front of the whole class." Ron mumbled. It was loud enough for Hermoine to catch it.

"Excuse me, but it was you who screamed! I was just trying to make sure you got your work done." Hermoine snapped back. Harry let out a rather loud sigh that both of his friends ignored.

"I would have written down all of my notes if you weren't breathing down my neck every five seconds!" Ron shouted back at her. By now no one seemed to care that they were fighting. Harry was used to it by now, actually.

"Harry, switch seats with me right now." Hermoine growled at their innocent friend. Harry just nodded his head and mumbled something to her that Ron didn't catch. Not like he cared all that much at the moment.

On the other side of the room, Draco was still staring off into space.

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Ron sat at his House table at dinner, sifting through his food with a fork. His cheeks were puffed out slightly in a pout as Hermoine talked at him, not to him. Everyone could tell just by looking at the three that it was uncomfortable place to be. This is why everyone stayed away from them.

"Fine, Hermoine, I'll go to the stupid library with you! Bloody hell…" Ron finally snapped, caving into her constant nagging. She grinned to herself for a second before returned to her glare.

"I'm glad to know that Ron. We should probably go now, right Harry?" Hermoine questioned, turning towards Harry. Harry let some food fall out of mouth in a very unattractive way, just staring at her.

"Um… sure."

"Good, let's go." Hermoine harshly said, not even waiting for the two boys to reply. She got up from the table, practically running out of the Dining Hall. Ron looked at Harry, who just stared at him back. They both let out a long sigh at the same time.

"I guess we better go." Harry said, pushing himself up.

"Righto." Ron replied, following after him.

"Agh I hate her!" Ron screamed to himself as he left the library. You could hear his stomps all throughout the castle.

When Harry and Ron met up with Hermoine in the library, she yelled at them to get some book that she named off. After that, Ron asked what they were doing, since he wasn't able to get the notes during class. With that "remark", Hermoine started to yell at the poor red head even more, saying it was his fault for not paying attention in class. That literally went on for twenty minutes. After calming down, they started to work. Hermoine, on the other hand, just kept nagging and nagging for about an hour before Ron yelled at her and stormed out of there.

At least, that's how it happened to Ron. So that must mean he's right.

Ron had intended to go straight to the Common Room and up to bed, but as he passed the same floor from the other night on the Grand Staircase, he got off. Something just told him that going there would be a better idea than going to the Common Room. And hopefully, whoever was there the night before might be there again. Hopefully…

The red head wandered around that floor for a short while, becoming very quiet when he came up to that same classroom. Carefully, Ron sat down on the floor next to the wall and scooted over so he was sitting right outside the door. He got himself comfortable, waiting for something to happen.

Hermoine better not yell at me when I get back or I swear to God… Ron thought as he heard come shuffling around from inside the empty classroom. Ron relaxed against the door as he heard scratchy guitar start to play followed by someone singing a little bit later.

"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?"

Ron felt an odd sense of emptiness as he listened to the song. Their voice, like last time, was higher pitched than most men's, but was still obviously a man's voice. It sounded so sad, the guitar and the voice, as they played in perfect harmony.

"How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here."

There was a moment of sad guitar music, which slowly faded off. Ron sat there, his legs stretched in front of him, feeling the smallest he'd ever felt in his life. The song was so sad to him and touched him deep in his heart. It almost brought tears to his eyes, just listening. He wasn't really sure why, though, since the red head wasn't even sure what the song was about.

A few moments later, Ron heard the person tuning their guitar and playing around a bit. It was that point Ron decided to leave. It was getting late anyway. Carefully and quietly, Ron moved away from the door, and then slowly stood up. He slowly walked down the hall, more careful than he had been the other night. It just seemed… wrong, after that song, to make so much noise.

Ron crept onto the Grand Staircase, sure that by now it was past curfew. Not too much, though, since there was still a student or two wandering around that weren't prefects.

It made him feel much calmer.

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"Hey, mate, you're back a little late." Harry said as Ron slinked into the Common Room. Ron was still in his daze and stumbled into a chair as he walked towards Harry.

"You ok there?" Harry questioned a slight laugh escaping. Ron lazily nodded his head.

"Yeah…"

"You know, Hermoine is going to kill you when she finds out that you were late again." Harry stated. That shook Ron out of his daze for a few minutes. He looked at Harry and glared at him.

"You better not tell her. I can't stand another day like today." Ron grumbled. Harry snorted at him.

"I won't tell her." Harry mumbled, turning back to his Muggle book that he was reading. Ron hadn't even noticed it.

Then again, he doesn't notice a lot of things.

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There! That took me all night to write! I do hope that it was ok for you guys! Didn't quite make 2000 words, but pretty close. Chapters from now on will be this long. Or close to it. I'm tired of doing crappy short chapters. Anyway, to stay posted on how this story is going, just look at my page on here. I update there a lot. Please leave a review!