A/N: I was so happy with how my last chapter turned out; I think that I'll do another one. I'm just trying to do as much as I can before I have to go to camp on Saturday. Agh, it's stressful. I have so much to do this week I might only do this chapter and maybe another one. Crunch time. Anyway, I've realized that I have not been putting disclaimers. Jeez. I don't own any part of Harry Potter, or any of the songs used in the story. There. Anyway, please enjoy this chapter and leave a review! By the way, the song used is "Overkill" by Colin Hayes. Listen to it at the part.

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Ron lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Thankfully Harry hadn't told Hermoine about being late again. At least, so far he hadn't. After coming back and talking to Harry for a bit, Ron went straight to bed. His bed had never felt so comfortable and warm in his life. The red head slept like a rock. But the second he woke up for breakfast, all Ron could do was think about that song. It brought back that empty feeling, and suddenly the red head wasn't hungry any more. Everyone had left without checking on him, even Harry. Surely it was about time for class, but Ron couldn't even find the energy to get out of bed.

So he just stayed in bed, only in boxers and an undershirt. His robes were in a pile on top of his trunk at the end of his bed. It was almost too quiet for Ron, and soon he started to fidget.

"Might as well get up…" Ron said under his breath, pushing the blankets off of him and practically falling out of bed. Stuff like this in the morning took too much energy.

Ron sat on the floor, staring at a very interesting part of the floor, thinking about the song. He'd never heard it before. He didn't even know who it was by. But for some reason, it tug at his heart. Like it would be important later on in life. Or not. Ron wasn't really sure.

It was only when the bell rang for first class did Ron scramble to get dressed.

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Draco lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

The blonde was tired, even though he'd slept perfectly well that night. Maybe he was just playing the guitar too much. Draco tended to do that. Especially when school started. Everything was just way too stressful. The song that he had last played annoyed Draco. He hadn't put his everything into it, like he usually did, and it was getting on his nerves.

Actually, what the blonde did was just play the last song that he had heard. Muggle "iPods" can be a wonder to him, even though he'd secretly had his for almost a year now (of course he bewitched it so that it would work in Hogwarts). It was better than listening to radio, though. Easier to back track and listen to a song again.

Even if Draco had just played a random song, it still wouldn't leave his mind. Like that song held some secret importance or something. He couldn't put his finger on it. Draco guessed, when he remembered the lyrics, that it did remind him of a few years back. Back when he first started to play…

"None of that, now." Draco said to himself in a sleepy voice. He pushed the blankets off of him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Draco ruffled the back of his hair as he scratched the back of his head. The day felt like it was going to be a long one.

Draco looked around the room, noticing that no one was around. What time was it? Hopefully not after breakfast. Snape would kill him if he was late again. Ugh.

Draco shuffled his feet as he got ready for the day, taking his time as he did.

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"Harry, we're partners, right?" Ron said the second Snape stopped talking and told them to work. Harry nervously smiled as Hermoine huffed and puffed behind him.

"Sorry, Ron. Hermoine already called dibs." Harry awkwardly replied. Ron felt his whole body sag as Harry and Hermoine moved away from him. Ron looked around the room, seeing that mostly everybody had a partner already. Maybe he'd have to work by himself for once…

"Mr. Weasly, do you have a partner?" Snape suddenly said, too close to Ron for comfort. The red head moved away, turning around and nervously rubbing his arm.

"N-no, sir." Ron replied. Snape raised an eyebrow and sneered at him.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy doesn't have one either. Now get to work." Snape hotly replied. Ron could feel his face fall and glared at Snape when his back turned around. Ron looked around the room, his eyes falling on Draco. He sighed, gathering his things and reluctantly moving across the room to where Draco was sitting. When the blonde saw him, his face immediately hardened.

"What are you doing over here?" Draco asked, not really sounding interested. Ron pouted, throwing his stuff down on the floor.

"We're partners. Now get some stuff out." Ron grumbled, taking out his textbook and flipping to the right page. Draco sat there, looking rather confused for a bit.

"What… are we supposed to be doing?" Draco slowly asked, a light blush on his face. Ron rolled his eyes and glared at the blonde. Draco forced himself to not look away from the red head.

"Weren't you listening?"

"No." Draco flatly replied. He knew that he should have come up with a wittier, more charming response. But the Slytherin was still getting out of day dream mode. Thinking was too much of a task right now.

"Next time listen, will ya? Just look at the textbook." Ron almost snapped. It wasn't quite harsh enough to be one. All the red head really wanted to do was get through class and make it to lunch. Then, just maybe, he could make up some excuse in the Hospital Wing about having a migraine or something. He just did not want to be in class with Hermoine all day. She'd just take Harry for a partner and end up being with Draco all day. And that did not sound like fun to Ron at the moment.

"We've done this potion a thousand times already." Draco mumbled to himself. He hated doing the same thing over and over again just to make a teacher happy. It was dumb, actually. Ron snorted at him.

"Stop being a prat and just do it." Ron grumbled back. Draco felt his temper flare for a second. He hadn't said anything to offend anyone. At least, that he remembered in the past few minutes. It made him angry that Ron would just say something like that.

"I'm not being a prat. I just don't want to do this." Draco replied, leaning back in his stool and pouting. That's right Draco. Just act like you don't care even though you do. Showing emotion isn't a Slytherin thing, you know. Draco thought. He usually didn't have those thoughts in public, just by himself. It made him feel sad underneath his anger.

"Well, you have to, Malfoy." Ron snapped back, this time harsh. He added a special hint of venom when it came to Draco's name. And he made sure the other boy had heard it.

"What's your problem, Weasly? I didn't do anything." Draco said frustration clear as he spoke. They hadn't even started on their potion and most of the class was already almost done. Which just seemed to piss the both of them off even more.

"My problem is that we have to work together!" Ron yelled back at him. Draco furrowed his eyebrows together and clenched his teeth.

"Just do the damn assignment, Weasly! I haven't done anything to you!" Draco yelled back, standing up from his stool and double checking that his wand was in his pocket. This might get ugly if Draco felt like it.

"Then stop being Mr. Prat-That-Never-Shows-Any-Emotion-And-Does-Everything-To-Please-His-Parents!" Ron snapped back. Draco felt the wave of anger before his mind even registered the emotion. Without thinking about his wand, the blonde grabbed the nearest thing to him and threw it right at Ron's head. Which so happened to be the potion cauldron.

Everyone in the class turned as the cauldron hit the other table behind Ron. The red head had ducked out of the way, and as he came back up to scream a spell at Draco, his textbook came flying at him and hit him in the chest. And hard. It knocked the wind right out of Ron.

"Don't talk to me like you know me, you poor excuse for a Pureblood!" Draco screamed – in a manly way, of course – and turned around while grabbing his backpack. Without even looking at Snape, or anyone for that matter, Draco stalked out of the dungeon/classroom. Even the dumbest people in the room (Crabbe and Goyle) could feel the rage seeping out of Draco long after he left the room.

A few moments of silence followed as everyone just stared at Ron. Shortly after the bell rang and everyone but Ron, Harry and Hermoine started to chatter amongst themselves as they left for the next class.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasly." Snape called as Ron scrambled to leave the room. The red head didn't even have the energy to be angry.

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the little incident in Potions. And the entire time, Ron hadn't even seen Draco. Sure, he was probably in classes. But it wasn't like Ron cared all that much.

For those two weeks, that strange person hadn't been playing either. All that came out of that classroom was experimental sounds and extra tuning. The entire two weeks, Ron had made it back to the Common Room before curfew was over. How not exciting.

Ron quietly got comfortable on the floor right by the door. His usual spot. How odd was it to say that? Ron didn't even know who was playing. He almost hoped that he never would.

Right as Ron thought that, the person in the room started to play a fast but calming melody. The red head stopped thinking.

" I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day."

The guitar solo sounded smooth and calm but sad all at the same time. It astounded Ron how that sort of combination of emotions was possible. The voice was also the same, but a few pitches deeper. Ron guessed it was to match the song. He sighed, relaxing and leaning against the wall behind them as the person inside continued on.

"I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away."

The chords gently faded out along with the voice. Instead of having that empty feeling like the last song, Ron felt rather confused. The lyrics didn't make sense in his brain. But for some reason, it left a flag in Ron's head. Like he knew, this time for sure, that this song was going to be important one day. He couldn't put it into words.

With a yawn and a stretch of his arms, Ron moved to get up. Right as he was about to fully stretch out, the end of his robes got caught under the heel of his shoe. Before Ron could even catch himself, he felt himself falling forward – and fast – towards the hard and cold ground. Which would for sure make a sound.

Fuck everything was all Ron could think before he hit the ground, letting out a loud noise that he couldn't even describe. Worst situation ever.

"Is someone out there?" A concerned voice called out. It sounded so familiar, so familiar… Ron couldn't put his finger on it. So instead, he just stayed silent, his shoulder and arm throbbing in pain.

"Who's there?" They called again. It sounded a bit harsher. A bell was going off in Ron's brain. Who was it…?

"Whoever it is, can you please leave? I don't like people listening to me." They requested. On felt himself frown. It would have been nice if they had offered to help him…

Without saying anything, Ron got up, not bothering to be quiet anymore. The guy knew that he was here, so why be quiet? Agh, if only Ron had been more careful! Now the person was going to find out who he was and track him down during school and hex him or something and then-

Before Ron even knew it, he was back in the Common Room. It was odd, being one place and then another without realizing that you had moved.

He shouldn't day dream while walking.

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Wow, that chapter was a doozie! It was a bit longer than I thought that it would be, but not like I mind. Anyway, sorry that it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I started it when I was sad and then finished when I was happy. Sorry about that. Anyway, please leave a review! I'll try to have another one up soon!