1A/N: So I was going to try and wait until I was back at my mom's until writing this, but the anticipation is killing me. D: Anyway, I hope that everyone has enjoyed this story so far. I know not a whole lot has happened yet, but keep reading! I also do not know how long this is because I do not have word count. Sorry about that as well. So, please enjoy and leave a review!
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Ron's mind was reeling.
The past week had been a blur of confusion. The person who played guitar. They still played for the red head, but hardly ever talked to him anymore. It made Ron feel unwanted there, not needed. And when they did talk to Ron it was always stiff and awkward and short. But still kind. Always kind. It never ever faltered it's kindness. It made Ron feel so very awkward.
So Ron just sat in the Common Room during his free hour. Staring at the fire place and letting his mind wander and go no where at the same time. It wasn't like that person had totally and completly stopped talking to him. Nothing like that. It just... felt weird. Like something had happened. Something bad. But Ron couldn't figure it out. Nothing fit together in his mind. Nothing seemed to now a days.
On top of all of this, his homework was building up horribly. And hermoine was starting to bitch at him again. And Harry was over-worrying.
And Draco saw his iPod.
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"Are you ok, Ron?" Harry questioned. It was the next day at breakfast, early in the morning. Usually Ron wasn't up this early, but he couldn't sleep. And hunger was eating him alive. The red head stared at Harry for a moment, then looked back down at his food.
"I'm fine." Ron replied. He heard Harry sigh as he sat down across from him.
"No you're not. This past week you've been quiet and distant. Did something happen with Hermoine again?" Harry asked, leaning towards Ron. Ron looked at his best friend, then rolled his eyes.
"No. It's just... something happened, but I don't know what." Ron replied. Why was it every time he tried to keep something from Harry, he always ended up telling the other boy anyway? Augh.
"What?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. It was Ron's turn to sigh.
"Something happened, but I don't know what. The person that plays the gutair. They don't talk as much anymore and it's just weird. It almost feels like I'm not wanted there or something. Does that sound weird? But the most annoying part of it all is that he's still so nice about everything! How can you be nice to someone that you don't want around?" Ron rambled, finishing with a drawn out sigh. Harry stared at him for a minute, playing with his food a bit.
"Don't you think you over think things a bit much?" Harry slowly replied. Ron puffed his cheeks out a bit.
"No." The red head replied. Harry let out a short laugh.
"Sure."
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A few experimental, high pitched chords played out through the hallway. They sounded harsh and unknown to the player, but Ron didn't mind. He still had the iPod and his thoughts to keep himself busy. He kept the music low, though. Ron didn't want to feel rude or anything. Even though the other person couldn't see him. Whatever.
The notes faded after a little bit followed by a few shuffling sounds. Ron tapped his foot against the floor, keeping the beat of the song he was currently listening to. It was quiet, but not like before. This time, it was crushingly awkward and thick and gave Ron a paranoid feeling. He paused the music and cleared his throat, trying to make things less awkward. For himself, at least.
"That sounded good, so far." Ron said, his voice feeling shaky. It was quiet for a little.
"It was nothing." They replied, sounding way too polite again. It bugged Ron so terribly much. He wanted to just straight up and ask 'Hey, you don't want me around? Why are you being so nice?' and just get it over with. But the red head was also afraid that something like that would damage things more. Bugger, this situation was not good.
"So..." Ron trailed. He ran out of things to talk about. Damn. Ron hated it when stuff like this happened. It just seemed to make things worse. The red head leaned his head against the wall, taking a deep breath. He heard the other do the same.
At the same time, there was a long, drawn out meow at the other end of the hallway.
"Hey kitty kitty." Ron softly called. The long haired mangy looking cat looked at him, it's eyes narrowing and looking very scary to Ron at the moment. Cat? Cat, cat, cat... who in the castle had a cat besides Hermoine...?
"Mrs. Norris?" The familiar raspy, harsh mean voice of Filch rang through the hallway, sounding not too faint. Ron cursed under his breath, scrambling to stand up.
"Shit." Ron said. He meant to say it quietly, but he heard it echo slightly. He heard the person in the classroom stand up and moving to collect whatever he had with him.
"Who's coming?" They quietly said. Ron felt his brain fry as he quickly looked around for somewhere to hide.
"Filch. Sorry, I have to hide in here." Ron quickly replied, hoping the last part was too quiet for them to hear. Without thinking and in one swift movement, Ron spun himself around and threw himself into the classroom. The forbidden classroom. The place he swore not to go into. Damn.
"No, don't-!" The person started to say, but was cut off by Ron quietly but quickly closing the door behind him. Ron let out a breath that he didn't know that he was holding. Even though he was in the same room as that person, finally able to see them face to face, Ron kept his eyes glued to the floor. He made a promise, and already broke it. Maybe he could save it, maybe-
"I'm sor-" Ron started to say, but was cut off by a hand reaching out with lightening speed and covering his mouth. When had that person moved over here? That was weird. Ron felt his blue eyes go wide, but still kept his gaze at the floor. Well, now that person's chest. A black hoodie, with some sort of design on it. Ron couldn't see that well.
"Stay quiet." The person said, sounding harsh and... mad. No trace of kindness anywhere. It frightened Ron slightly and, at the same time, made him angry. It sounded so familiar... too familiar... wait a second.
Ron's eyes snapped up. He looked right at that person. Almost into thier eyes, if their hood hadn't been over their head. A black hood with some sort of design around the rim. All Ron could see was their mouth and chin. Shadows cut off their face right below the nose. Ron furrowed his eyebrows together and thought about biting their hand for a second. Maybe licking it. But who knows what kind of germs were on their hand. Plus it may cause some noise and bring Filch over here.
"Mrs. Norris, what're you doin' here?" Filch said in a soothing voice. There was a sickly meow right outside the door. Ron's eyes widened slightly more and his heart beat faster. Sure, he'd gotten into plenty of trouble before. But the red head was always with Harry and Hermoine. Never by himself. Never. Plus, if he was caught out way past curfew, Hermoine would find out. And then endless complaining and bitching would happen. Augh.
"Let's be on our way, Mrs. Norris." Filch said. Another sickly and raspy meow. It almost made Ron cringe. The two boys stayed silent as they listened to Filch hobble down the corridor. When Ron couldn't hear the ground keeper's footsteps anymore, he backed away from that person. Just enough to get their hand off of his mouth. They stared at each other for a minute. Ron pouting and that person... looking blank. At least from what Ron could tell.
"I'm sorry." Ron said, sounding stern and serious. The other boy just stayed quiet. Ron shifted his weight a little.
"This is awkward." Ron said with a small laugh, scratching that back of his head. The other boy just stayed quiet. Ron felt his soul die a little.
"You could have not come in here." They flatly said, ignoring Ron's comment. The red head felt his temper flare.
"And do what? Get into trouble? No, I don't think so." Ron replied, shaking his head. That person moved away from Ron, taking a few steps back. Almost like he just realized how close they were standing and decided that it was too close. Or something like that. Ron scowled.
"You should go back to your Common Room." They said, turning away from Ron. Without thinking, Ron reached out and grabbed their shoulder, spinning them back around to face him. While doing that, that person's hood slid up a bit, revealing his nose. Stupid pointy nose. It reminded him of-
"No. Now, you've seen who I am. How's that fair?" Ron said, hoping that his sentence made some sense. Because it didn't to him. That person opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it right away. It aggravated Ron.
"Because. I don't want you to know who I am." They replied in a soft voice. Ron exhaled through his nose.
"I don't have anyone to tell." Ron tried. That person just let out a short laugh.
"Yes, you do. I know who you are." They replied. It was just enough to piss off Ron thoroughly.
"I made a freaking promise to you! I haven't told anyone about coming here, I've kept your iPod thing hidden from everyone, and this is the first time I've come in here! And for a very good reason!" Ron exploded, taking a step or two towards the other boy. They tried to back away, but a table behind him stopped him from doing so.
"You really don't want to mess with me." They said in a low voice, trying to sound threatening but sounding like a child instead. Ron would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious.
"I can handle you." Ron said in an equally low voice. It was just like him. To start a fight with everyone around him. The red head really didn't want to fight right now. He just wanted to know who this person was. This person that he felt like he'd grown so close to. This person that showed him what real music was like. What it meant to keep a secret.
"Just leave." That person said in a frustrated voice. He put his hands in front of him slightly, almost like he wanted to protect himself. From what? Ron? Like Ron would seriously hurt someone.
"No." Ron said. Without really thinking anything through, the red head reached out towards the other boys head. In a swift motion, he pulled down the black hoodie that shadowed that person's face.
And gasped.
It was almost like slow motion. At least to Ron it was. The hoodie fell on top of the shorter boy's shoulders. Pale skin was reveled. Light grey eyes shown brightly with anger and panic. Short blonde straight locks bounced slightly with the movement. And all Ron could do was stare.
"...Malfoy?" Ron stumbled over his words. His blue eyes were wide again as he stared at Draco. Draco's breathing increased by a lot. They stared at each other in wonderment. Actually, Ron was doing more of the wonderment. Draco just stared at him with hard eyes mixed with fear.
"What-?"
"Shut up, Weasly." Draco said before shoving Ron away. Ron's reaction was to take out his wand and hex the living crap out of the Malfoy, but he didn't. He couldn't. All this time it had been Draco. Draco, Draco, Draco.
And all Ron could do was stare.
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JEEZ that took all night. Sorry. I am currently reading a story called Rain Shadow. It is a Sora/Riku and by far one of the best fan fiction's I've ever read. Tied with Bloody Kisses, Strawberry Smiles (a BB/L). Anyway, I do hope that everyone liked this chapter. Sorry it felt a bit rushed at the end. I just want to start on the next chapter. Please leave a review!