A/N: School has been so stressful. D: I'm a little sick right now, but this chapter has been nagging at the back of my brain for the past few days, so I'm going to do it. Here it is. Its crap on the computer screen, but it's the best I can come up with when I have a sore throat, throw up in my mouth every five minutes, and have slept very little. :D So, please do enjoy this chapter. The song used is The Scientist by Coldplay. And PLEASE leave a review. I've noticed that this story is getting hits, but hardly any review. D: But I thank everyone that has left one so far.

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Ron had never been more relaxed and jittery at the same time.

It felt like nothing had changed. During the day, at least. Ron felt like a double agent. Whenever Draco was mentioned, he'd just go along with whatever Harry or Hermoine would have to say. Whenever he saw Draco, it was the same. They'd ignore each other or continue to punch at each other. It felt normal and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But then when they met in that classroom, it was like the day never happened. Even when they would punch each other, Draco always had a snide remark about it, but would play his music anyway. And Ron would pout to himself, but on the inside he was laughing at how ironic all of this was.

Don't get him wrong. Draco was still his stuck up, prick-ish self when they were alone. He still made remarks about Ron and his family and his friends and his intelligence. And he never really laughed anymore and would roll his eyes a lot. But to Ron… it didn't feel real. Those times when Draco had been kind to him, before they found out, had been… nice. Of course, the red head would never admit that. Just like he'd never admit that he liked to stare at the ceiling.

Nothing had changed.

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"Ron?" Harry slowly said, looking at is best mate. Ron snapped his eyes away from the ceiling, looking back into Harry's vibrant green eyes. It was currently after dinner and the two boys were in the Common Room. Hermoine had gone to the library to write a paper for… something. Ron didn't catch the details. It was almost time to go to the classroom, anyway.

"Yeah…?" Ron cautiously said back, smiling a little to himself. It made him feel awkward how awkward Harry was being, and like normal people when they feel uncomfortable, Ron just laughed.

"You ok? You've been really spacey lately." Harry stated, sitting down next to the red head on the couch. Ron shrugged his shoulders and looked away from Harry.

"Just thinking a lot lately." Ron replied, his eyes wandering back to the ceiling. Harry sighed, leaning his head forward a little bit to get a better look at Ron.

"You've been going every night." Harry said, not really caring if people heard. And he didn't need to repeat himself. Ron knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Yeah. So what?" The red head replied, shuffling away from Harry slightly. He didn't mean anything by it, honestly. Just… a nervous reaction? Ron couldn't explain it, even if he wanted to.

"Well… you've been going every night for, like, two or three weeks straight. Winter break is coming up really soon. What're you going to do then?" Harry tried to calmly ask. Ron could tell the he was just being curious, not rude.

"I… honestly don't know." Ron slowly replied with a long sigh. It was awkwardly quiet. Not like when Ron was with Draco. This was a quiet where someone wanted to say something, but they were too nervous or they would sound like an idiot. Or both.

"So… you should probably go soon." Harry suddenly said, nodding his head at Ron, standing up and walking away. Ron watched him walk up into the Dorm Rooms with an empty feeling.

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"Stupid… freaking guitar… won't tune…" Draco mumbled to himself as he played with some knobs on the guitar, strumming it only to growl to himself and play with it some more. Ron sat on the table across from Draco, pretending not to watch him and trying to stare at the ceiling. Which was actually interesting to Ron, a little bit.

"It sounds fine." Ron said, swinging his feet back and forth a little. He leaned his weight back on his arms and locking his elbows. Draco looked up from his guitar and glared at Ron slightly.

"It sounds horrible. I bet Crabbe or Goyle went and touched it again." Draco mumbled to himself, looking back down at his guitar. Ron raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"I bet it'll sound fine." Ron said, continuing to look from the ceiling to the ground. But he could feel Draco looking at him. Augh.

"Whatever." Draco mumbled under his breath, but positioned his guitar to play. Ron looked back at him, relaxing a little bit. His arms wobbled a little as his muscles relaxed. The notes began out slow and steady and sad sounding, making Ron feel sad.

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are.

I had to find you, tell you I need you,

Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,

Oh lets go back to the start.

Running in circles, Comin' in tails

Heads on a science apart.

Nobody said it was easy,

It's such a shame for us to part.

Nobody said it was easy,

No one ever said it would be this hard.

Oh take me back to the start.

I was just guessin' at numbers and figures,

Pulling the puzzles apart.

Questions of science, science and progress

Do not speak as loud as my heart.

And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me

Oh and I rush to the start.

Runnin' in circles, Chasin' tails

Comin' back as we are

Nobody said it was easy,

Oh it's such a shame for us to part.

Nobody said it was easy,

No one ever said it would be so hard.

I'm goin' back to the start."

Ron now laid on the table, his eyes half closed as he stared at the ceiling, letting the last few notes wash over him. Draco's soft almost feminine voice worked quite well with this song. Ron knew that Draco hadn't written this; it was on the iPod.

"So…?" Draco slowly said. Ron flickered his eyes towards the blonde. The red head raised an eyebrow in confusion. Draco never asked him how he did or how it sounded. At least, not recently. Ron couldn't remember if he did before. Whatever.

"It sounded really… good." Ron nervously replied. He knew whatever he said would make Draco angry. Even though it sounded amazing. And Draco had to know that. Right?

"Sure." Draco replied, rolling his eyes and taking the guitar strap off of him and laying the slender black guitar on his table. Ron stared at it for a minute as he sat back up, now looking directly at the blonde. That's all they did for a minute. Just stare at each other. It felt surreal to Ron. Like they were in a movie or a book or some girl's weird fantasy dream thing. It just didn't feel real to Ron. But, then again, nothing really seemed to anymore.

"So…" Ron had started, a weird thought crossing his mind. Draco tilted his head to the side, looking away from the red head. This was the longest they'd ever been in a room together without fighting or having music playing. It was weird.

"What?" Draco grumbled, but it sounded like forced anger. Ron didn't like it.

"Never mind." Ron said, getting up and off the table. He wouldn't look at Draco and it looked like he was getting ready to leave.

"No, what?" Draco sternly said. He didn't want to fully show that he was interested in what Ron had to say, but he really was. Ron let out a sigh.

"Well… it's just…"

"Spit it out, already." Draco huffed, rolling his eyes slightly. Ron chewed on the inside of his mouth.

"I mean… it only just crossed my mind. But… what are we? Enemies still? Or something like almost friend but not really?" Ron asked in a rush of words. He felt his face burn slightly. He really wished that he'd start to think about what he had to say before he said it. Draco just stared at him for a minute, like he was pondering over the situation as well, and then smirked slightly.

"You word vomit a lot." Draco said. It caught Ron off guard.

"What?"

"Word vomit. It's when you say something, but you don't really want to. Speaking without thinking." Draco replied, scooting himself off of the table. He was almost standing next to Ron, but not quite.

"Ah-um… yeah." Ron sheepishly said, rubbing the back of his head and nervously smiling to himself. Draco just kept a light sneer on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Let's just say we know each other." Draco said, nodding his head to himself. Ron looked at, obviously confused. Like he forgot what they were talking about five seconds ago. It reminded Draco of a big, lovable dog. Like Scooby or something.

"But we knew each other before." Ron stupidly stated. It was almost enough to make Draco laugh out loud. Instead he kept his composure and laughed in his head. Which doesn't seem crazy at all.

"You know what I mean." Draco flatly said. Ron blankly stared at him, obviously still confused. The blonde didn't press it, though. He knew that in the end they'd just end up punching each other. Or something like that.

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"I have a question." Ron suddenly said as Draco was playing a little tune to himself. It was the next day, and Winter Break was right around the corner. Everyone was excited for it. Except for Ron, for once in his life.

"Shoot." Draco quickly said as he continued to teach himself a song.

"Do your songs have meaning?" Ron spat out, trying not to sound nervous. His voice betrayed him when it shook at the end of the sentence. Screw life. Draco kept playing on for a minute, thinking of the right words to say. He knew what to say, but how to say it…

"They have meaning… but it's different to people." Draco simply put. He didn't feel like listing off his own personal reasons. Not to a Weasly. Not right now…

"What do you mean?" Ron dumbly asked. Sometimes it was annoying how thick Ron could be. Draco sighed and stopped playing.

"A song could mean one thing to one person, and something else to another." Draco said, picking at the strings a little. Ron stared at the ground as his brain tried to compute the sentence. Not that Ron was dumb. Just slow…

"Oh." Ron said after a minute. It was quiet as Draco turned slightly away from the red head, continuing to teach himself a song. Hopefully he could have it done before Christmas. He really wanted it done before then. He hadn't much time to practice because Ron always wanted to listen to his iPod. As much as Draco wanted to, he couldn't say no. It felt too mean.

Hopefully he could.

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This is not as long as I wanted it to be. But I am sick and tired and stressed and my hand is cramping from typing so much. So here you go. A crappy chapter. Like this story. I feel sad. Anyway, please leave a review and cheer me up. I feel like shit right now.