A/N: Wow! Sorry for the long wait everyone! I do hope that everyone enjoyed the last few chapters. And please enjoy this one! Camp was a lot of fun, but if you want to hear about it go read it on my profile. By the way, I guess Tom Felton really does play the guitar! Dreams of sent me a message telling me about it. Look him up on YouTube. His profile name is feltbeats. He's actually really good. So from now on, when Draco sings, picture that. Anyway, I don't know how long this is. For the last four hundered words or something, I had to use a program on my dad's computer that doesn't have word count or spell check. So I'm sorry about that. Anyway, please leave a reveiw!

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Ron had never felt more content in his life.

The strange person that played guitar still did for him. It was now a week after Halloween, and every night Ron would go to that classroom. And every night that person would play for him. He didn't always have a song prepared, or a whole lot to say, but he would still play a random tune for the red head. Which Ron enjoyed very much.

It was still odd to him, though. Why this person would play for him. They just… gave in so easily. Ron had expected at least a little argument. But they just gave up and gave in. Not that Ron minded. Every night he was able to talk to someone and listen to music. What could get better than that? Not a whole lot, in Ron's mind.

The red head was currently in Potions class, half paying attention to Snape as he lectured them about… something. Something important… but Ron really couldn't care less. It was just 'wahwahwah' to him. Like that one cartoon his father showed him, with the dog and the bird and that bald kid that always got rocks on Halloween. Yeah, like that.

Ron sighed, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. It was very difficult. All around the room, everyone was in the same state. Except for Hermoine, of course.

Even Draco was like that.

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"So, you've been going each night?" Harry asked as he shoveled some bread into his mouth. Ron quickly looked around the table.

"Where's Hermoine?"

"At the library." Harry replied, continuing to eat. Ron let out a sigh of relief.

"Ok. Then, yeah, I have. I wish that you could hear it, Harry. The music, I mean. It's wonderful." Ron said in a rush of words, his ears turning pink from embarrassment. Harry smiled.

"Maybe sometime I could tag along." The brunette said. Ron face fell slightly, his eyes dropping to the table. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Well… he said-."

"Wait, wait, wait. You talked to him?! That's huge, Ron!" Harry excitedly said. Ron tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. Harry didn't notice.

"Well, yeah. But I made a promise, Harry. He doesn't like to play in front of people. And the only reason he's playing in front of me is because I promised not to come in the room." Ron quietly said, his ears burning bright red. Actually saying their promise out loud sounded odd and, well, dumb to Ron now. Like it was the kind of thing that only happened in movies.

"You can't break a promise, now can you?" Harry said, a little humor in his voice. He tilted his head to the side in mock thought as Ron pouted at him.

"No, I can't! Don't make fun of me." Ron murmured, puffing his cheeks out a bit. Harry just smiled at him, small and almost sad like.

"You know, ever since this guitar-playing thing came along, you've been calmer." Harry said in a quiet voice. He looked away from Ron, that small smile still on his face.

"What?" Ron asked, but both he and Harry knew that they heard. Harry snapped his head back up and goofily smiled at Ron, rubbing the back of his head.

"N-nothing. Ready for class?" Harry awkwardly said. Ron raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyway.

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"Where do you find all of your music?" Ron asked, readjusting himself on the floor. It had been a week since their promise, and it was starting to get cold outside. Which meant the castle would be cold. Great. The red head heard some shuffling from inside, then a cough.

"It's all Muggle music." The replied. Ron felt his mouth fall open.

"Eh?! Really?! Jeez, I didn't Muggle could write such wonderful stuff. How did you find it all?" Ron asked, letting his excitement show. The air became a little thick with his question, but Ron pushed past that.

"I… wonder around London a lot." They awkwardly said, sounding really uncomfortable. Even though it was awkward and heavy, they still sounded kind and genuine. And Ron liked that. That someone could still be so nice even when they were uncomfortable.

"Really? I hardly go there, but it's nice when we do." Ron mused to himself, letting his thought wander for a little bit. It was quiet as Ron heard some movement, and then a foot step or two towards the door.

"Have you ever listened to an iPod?" They suddenly asked. Ron furrowed his eyebrows, chew on his lip.

"A what?" He said after a minute. He heard a snort and a small laugh. That snort annoyed the red head. Again, it sent an alarm off in the back of his head. Who… who was it…?

"Sorry, I'm not that surprised. It's Muggle technology. They're quite interesting, actually. Here" They said, a small laugh escaping them. Before Ron knew it, a small rectangle shaped object with wire poking out of it came flying at him out of the doorway.

"What… what is that?" Ron stumbled over his words, sounding slightly afraid. Another laugh from the classroom.

"That's an iPod." They replied. Ron stared at it for a moment before reaching toward it and nervously grabbing it. It was cold in his hand. When Ron brought it closer to him, he saw that it was lime green. A shocking lime green with black pen drawings all over it. Most of them were little scribbles, but on the back of it were words. Ron guessed that they were lyrics of some sort. He couldn't read them, it was too dark.

"What are these… wire things coming out of it?" Ron awkwardly asked. He sounded so dumb right now.

"Those are head phones. They're really small ones. You just put the end of them in your ear and the music comes out." They replied in that way too kind voice. Ron ignored it was he put on of the buds in his ear.

"…Where's the music?" Ron asked, sounding slightly annoyed. Another laugh came from the person.

"You have to press play. You see the circle thing on the front?" They questioned. Ron looked at it.

"…Yes."

"Press the button that has the little arrow." They said. Ron did so and immediately music poured into his ear. Loud music. He screamed, ripping it out of his ear and throwing the bud away from him.

"What in bloody hell was that?!" He yelled, scared to even touch the thing now. Laughter erupted from the classroom. Beautiful, pure, happy laughter. Ron blushed to himself as the person in the classroom forced himself to calm down.

"You have to turn down the volume." They said with a chuckle. The red head scratched his head.

"How do I do that?"

"You can figure it out."

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Ron had never been more relaxed in his life.

Things had been going to well. Hermoine wasn't nagging at him, for once in his life. He was somehow staying caught up in his classes. He'd been listening to the most amazing music in his life. In real life and on an iPod.

The iPod that the person had given him had strange music. At least, for a boy. The music seemed it would fit a girl. But then again, it was Muggle music. So Ron couldn't judge anything. He wanted to ask Hermoine what some of this music meant, but that would mean breaking his promise. Ron was already walking a fine line by telling Harry about it. And telling Hermoine would be a bad idea anyway.

"Get to work on your potion." Snape called across the classroom, sneering at everyone. No one seemed to notice, though. Ron smiled to himself, turning to Harry.

"We got this, right Harry?" He asked, turning his smile down a bit. It was creeping Harry out. The brunette looked away from Ron, frowning.

"Sorry, mate. I promised Hermoine that we'd work together today." Harry sadly replied. Ron kept his smile, though.

"Ok, um… sure thing." Ron said as he turned away from Harry and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to have a partner by now, which made Ron a little sad. Snape didn't even notice that he was without one. Everyone was working happily together on this stupid potion. Everyone except for him.

Fuck my life. Fuck everything. God, just kill me now. Ron thought as he gathered his things and walked across the room. To him. That stupid blonde with that stupid smirk and that stupid God complex and-

"What do you want, Weasly?" Draco asked as Ron threw his things on the ground. Way to be grown up.

"You're the only person left in class." The red head mumbled, pouting to himself. Draco couldn't help but think that Ron looked like a little kid. A very immature little kid. The kind that parents just give up on and end up being people that really hate themselves. Yeah, that kind.

"Ok." Draco replied. Ron glared at him, not liking the tone of voice he used. The blonde just pissed him off for little reasons.

"So let's get to work." Ron snapped. Draco rolled his eyes and moved away from the red head.

"... What are we doing?" Draco sheepishly said, not looking at Ron. Was it his fault this class was so boring? Ron stared at the blonde, a really annoying look on his face.

"You weren't paying attention?"

"No." Draco snapped back. He didn't mean to, but the red head's pissy mood was making him pissy. Not a fun situation.

"Why don't you ever pay attention?" Ron asked, more to himself rather than Draco. Draco glared at him and forced himself to keep his mouth shut. Making another scene in class was not what he wanted to do. Not right now.

"We might as well start on... whatever we're doing." Draco said, trying to stay polite, trying to stay calm. Barley.

"We're making a drought of some sort." Ron mused to himself, flipping his book open and thumbing through the pages. Draco just wanted to hit him right now.

"What kind?" Draco asked after Ron stopped looking through his book. He asumed he was on the right page. The red head looked at him and just glared, his mouth pressed together tight.

"Look at your own book." He said, turning back to his. Draco felt his temper flare for a second. This was getting hard.

"I don't have mine." He replied, speaking slowly. The blonde saw Ron's ears go very red. Very, very red.

"Why not?" Ron growled at him. Draco ignored the question.

"Why in bloody hell are you so angry? I haven't done anything." Draco said. He tried to keep his face blank, but he was sure that some amount of anger showed through. Which didn't seem to please Ron very much.

"Because I'd rather be any where but here right now." Ron replied through clenched teeth. Draco furrowed his eyebrows together. Quickly, without any warning, he reached out and grabbed Ron's bag from the floor. In a swift movement, he threw it a ways from the table. As it flew across the floor, something fell out of the bag. It was small and unusual looking, but Draco didn't waste time looking at it. It was probably nothing important.

"Then leave." Draco said in a stern voice, sounding very serious. Ron glared at him for a second before tumbeling out of his seat and reaching over to grab his back pack. On the floor next to where it was was the item that fell out. Ron quickly grabbed it before Draco got a goos look at it. Or so he thought.

On the floor was a green iPod, with sharpie drawings all over it.

Ron stuffed it in his pocket, looking around the room and making sure that Snape or anyone else didn't see it. He turned back to Draco. Draco, on the other hand, was staring at him with wide eyes, his face almost as a white as paper. The blonde's mouth was open slightly. Ron gave him a confused look.

"Where... did you get that?" Draco slowly and cautiously asked. Ron blinked several times.

"Why do you care?" Ron said back, turning around and flinging his back pack onto his shoulder, walking away. Draco sat behind him, the same facial expression on his face until way after class ended.

His heart raced for the rest of the day.

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Jeez, that took way too long. I meant to have this three days ago. But I've been extremly busy the last few days. Please leave a reveiw!

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