A/N: So, this chapter is going to be a bit rushed because I leave for camp tomorrow and I haven't done any of my packing yet. But I really want to get another one done to leave you guys with something. Anyway, I do hope that you guys have enjoyed this story so far. I now it doesn't have much of a point yet but it will soon. Stuff like this takes time. The song used is Better Together by Jack Johnson. Listen to it at the part. Anyway, please leave a kind review!

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Ron lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling and an extremely blank expression on his face.

The red head hadn't been back to that classroom in a week. A week. Ron wasn't even sure if the person was still even playing there. He was way too nervous to go back and find out. What if they came out and found out it was him? Then, depending on who it was, would hex him into oblivion. That didn't sound fun to Ron at all.

Ron wasn't really sure why he was so nervous about that person finding out it was him. Really, Ron could defend himself. It just… racked his nerves when he thought about it. Thinking back on the songs, they sounded so personal. Way too personal for someone to listen in on. Like they were meant for the player's ears only.

Ron growled, scratching the back of his head as he sat up in bed. All of this was too confusing to him. It really wasn't, but to Ron it was.

Now that Ron thought about it, Draco had been abnormally quiet in classes…

"Don't think about that twit!" Ron yelled at himself, pushing back the covers and jumping out of bed. His calm mood was ruined now.

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Potions class was oddly easy today. All they had to do for that class was make an antidote to… something. Ron wasn't really paying attention. After a while he learned to just follow the instruction in his textbook and not to ask questions. Luckily today, Ron was able to snag Harry before Hermoine. The two of them were still at it (more like Hermoine yelling at a not-caring Ron). So, Ron and his best mate were currently working at a table far away from Hermoine.

"Hermione's still mad at you?" Harry asked, but it sounded more like a statement to Ron. The red head snorted and rolled his eyes.

"She's the last thing on my mind right now." Ron mumbled back, earning an odd look from Boy Wonder. Ron felt himself blush slightly.

"So…?" Harry started, leaning towards Ron and raising an eyebrow.

"You know that person I've been listening to? With the guitar?" Ron said, trying his best not to sound dumb.

"Yeah. What about them?" Harry replied, only sounding half interested as he chopped something that looked like a finger.

"Well… about a week ago, after their song, I was getting up and… well, tripped on my robes…" Ron sheepishly said. Harry snorted out a laugh, covering his mouth with his free hand.

"You did what?" Harry questioned with a goofy smile. Ron pouted and glared at him.

"It's not like I meant to! I was just trying to leave, but then I fell! But, that's not really what's bothering me…" Ron trialed. Harry let his smile falter and stared at Ron.

"Then what is?" Harry asked, pouring some black liquid into the potion cauldron. Ron squirmed in his seat, really hoping that he wouldn't sound dumb.

"Well… when I fell, they called out and was like 'Who's there?'. But, when I think about the voice, it feels like I know it. Like… I've heard it several times before. But that doesn't make any sense, does it? It was too kind and gentle and… caring." Ron said, really just thinking out loud towards the end. Harry stopped working on the potion, staring at Ron with wide eyes and his mouth open slightly. It made Ron feel uncomfortable.

"Do you think that you know them?" Harry said, clearing his throat slightly. It made him feel old. Ron leaned forward on his arm, resting his head on his hand. A far off day dream look came over his face.

"Probably not. Maybe. I don't know, really." Ron replied, not caring that Harry was giving him another odd look. You get used to things like that when you have a best friend.

Across the room, Draco had the same day dream face.

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Halloween was about a week away. Ron was looking forward to it, actually. He liked the Halloween feast and all the candy and just having fun. It was a bit relaxing, really.

Ron also still hadn't been back to the classroom. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to go back there. It was just way too… awkward for him. For the same reasons as before. Even though Harry was constantly bugging him about it, Ron still wouldn't go back.

"Come on, Ron! Just go tonight! What have you got to lose?" Harry shouted at Ron for the tenth time today. For the first time in his life, Ron was seriously considering hitting Harry.

"Because! What if he-!"

"He?"

"Yes, he! Now let me finish. What if he comes out into the hallway and is like 'Hey there, I don't want you here' and hexes me or something! It could be someone in a higher year!" Ron yelled, grabbing the sides of his head and groaning. Harry rolled his eyes.

"You'll never know unless you try." He said, smiling softly at his troubled friend. Ron pouted.

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"Just go Ron."

"No!"

"Go, now!" Harry screamed in Ron's ear as he pushed him off of the Grand Staircase and leaving Ron on that floor. That floor. It was currently a few days before Halloween and just a bit before curfew. Which Ron actually wanted to make this time because Hermoine was finally being civil with him. Which took a while.

"Harry!" Ron screamed up at Harry, who was slowly moving away from him.

"Just go, Ron! Nothing bad will happen!" Harry yelled back and flashed Ron a thumbs up. The red head just gave him a glare.

Turning away from Harry and the Staircase, Ron took a deep breath and a few steps forward down the hall. It was nerve racking and scary and just plain stupid. Why was Ron doing this? He could always wait for the Staircase to pick him up. But… a small part of him really wanted to see if that person was still there. And maybe they would talk to him again. Maybe, just maybe…

Before Ron knew it, he was in front of that classroom again. He heard some noises from inside, but he figured it was the wind or ghosts or some rats. Then he heard what sounded like a guitar note, and his heart almost came out of his throat. Hopefully they didn't notice that he was there.

"Is anyone out there?" That calm voice shouted, sounding curious and a little hopeful. Ron swallowed the lump in his throat and cleared it.

"Ah-um… yes." Ron feebly replied. He heard a sigh and shuffling of what he guessed was feet.

"Surprised that you came back. I didn't think that you would." They replied, sounding a little harsh with their words. Ron pouted.

"I didn't want to but… you know." Ron replied, sounding incredibly lame. But he didn't want to tell them that Harry had made him. Not only would that give away who he was, it would also tell the person that he told someone. Which would be bad, in Ron's mind.

"No, I don't. Why did you even start to listen? I'm not even that great of a musician." They said back, sounding doubtful and sad in their words. Ron desperately wanted to go into the classroom and tell them otherwise, but he guessed that he could do it from here.

"That's not true! I've… never heard music like that. Ever, in my entire life. And I'm being truthful. You shouldn't stop just because I'm here." Ron said, biting his tongue when he was done. He wished he hadn't just said whatever came to his mind.

"Whatever, I'm just an amateur." The said with a snort. That snort aggravated Ron to no end. It reminded him of someone… someone… but who…?

"I mean it. You should keep playing. Just pretend that I'm not here." Ron defiantly said, sitting down on the ground with a loud 'thud'. It was quiet for a little bit. How awkward.

"Can you promise me something, though?" The person asked. Their voice was small and fragile and nervous sounding. Ron didn't like it.

"What is it?"

"Just… don't tell anyone. And don't come in here! I don't want you to know who I am." The person said in a rush of words. Ron was almost offended by this statement, but then he remembered that he didn't want to be found out either.

"Yeah, I promise. No need to worry." The red head replied, a light smile on his face. It made him happy, for some reason.

"I… don't have anything to play. Not good, anyway. Just some random stuff…" The person mumbled. Ron almost didn't catch the nervousness and embarrassment in their voice, it was so quiet. Ron just smiled to himself more.

"Don't worry. So far everything has been great." Ron said, the last part a little quieter. He hoped that they didn't hear it. He heard rustling from inside.

"Ok… here it goes."

It started with a few notes, very calming and relaxing.

"There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart, like
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together

Mmmm, It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they'll be gone
when the morning light sings
and brings new things
for tomorrow night you see
that they'll be gone too,
too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
i was somewhere in between
With only two,
Just me and you,
Not so many things we got to do
or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now,

Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

Ron let out a sigh of happiness. The song was so relaxing and calming. The only thing that was bothering him was how nervous and unsure the person sounded. It made Ron feel sad.


I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together."

The notes faded along with his voice. Ron squirmed under the uncomfortable silence that followed. It was way too awkward and nerve racking. He heard shuffling from the classroom.

"So… what did you think?" The voice asked. It was shaky and nervous sounding. Ron looked at his feet, trying to find the right words to say.

"It was… amazing. Really, it was. You sounded so nervous though…" Ron honestly replied. He heard some movement in the classroom, like someone was getting off a table or something. It made the red head feel a bit nervous.

"That's because I don't play in front of people." They replied. He sounded a little relived, though. Ron felt the same.

"Oh…" Ron said. It was all he could say. He smiled, nonetheless. It made him happy to know that this person would play in front of him. Him, of all people. Ron, who people thought was a stumbling, blubbering idiot. Ron, who was always goofy and never took anything serious.

"I probably won't play anything else, if you want to go." The person kindly said. Ron spread his legs out in front of him, smiling.

"I think I'll stay."

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I felt really cheesy and corny the whole time writing this. Ah well. It needs to be done. It's moving way too slow for my taste, personally. Anyway, this chapter on Word is six pages long. YAY. I do hope that everyone liked it. And listened to the song. It's a really good song. I probably won't have another chapter until after camp, so until then enjoy what you've got!