A/N: I don't want to do this right now, but I feel like I have to. I've been in such a sad mood for the past few days and I can't seem to get over it. I'm not going to rant about it though. So, here's the new chapter. Enjoy it, read it, leave a review.

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Christmas break was almost upon them, and it was the first time in Ron's life that he didn't want to go home.

Things had been going to well. The red head kept his grades up, even though he barely had any time to concentrate on class. Let alone do his homework. No outrageous fights between him and Draco. Of course, they'd punch each other now and then. But Ron never put any fury or real force into it. He could tell that Draco did the same thing. How could you seriously injure someone when you've spent so many private moments with them? Even if they were your mortal enemy and you were supposed to hate them and he made fun of your family all time and hated your best mate just a little bit.

Life was good for Ron.

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Ron sat on one of the cold, hard tables in that classroom. It had only been half an hour since he had got there, but exhaustion had already taken over him. It had been a long week for the two students, coming to the classroom every night. On top of that, trying to keep up with class and homework and friends. It could wear a person out. Ron looked up at the ceiling, playing with his fingers a bit. Draco sat at the table opposite of him, strumming on his guitar. Ron looked at the blonde for a split second, then back up at the ceiling.

"So…" Ron started, but then awkwardly stopped. Draco glanced up at him and kept playing the guitar.

"So what?" Draco said a second later. It didn't sound harsh or mean or anything. Just a statement.

"What're… what'd you got planned for break?" Ron awkwardly asked, looking back at Draco and giving a small, awkward smile. Draco stared at the red head for a second before snapping his head back to his guitar.

"Why are you asking?" The blonde questioned. He sounded stiff and uncomfortable and his shoulders had become stiff. Ron sighed to himself.

"Just… making conversation, I guess? I don't know." Ron replied, his voice going very small and quiet. Draco looked back up at Ron and stared at him for a minute. It was a thick moment before Draco gave a short laugh and looked away from the red head.

"To answer your question: nothing. I'm doing nothing over break." Draco replied, smiling to himself as he continued to play around on his guitar. Ron pouted to himself a little.

"That's boring. You're not going to do anything?" Ron whined in a sort of sing song voice. Draco stopped playing and looked up at Ron, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"No, nothing."

"So you're just going to sit and stare at the walls in your room for ten days?" Ron teasingly asked. Draco shook his head and laughed a little.

"No, not that much of nothing. Maybe something, if I'm not too lazy." Draco replied. Ron smiled to himself as he looked at the ground. It was a calm and relaxing moment with the two boys just smiling to themselves as Draco started to play a random and calming tune. Ron looked up at the ceiling, his thoughts starting to wander along with the tune.

Winter break. What was he going to do? Ron knew that he'd probably have a big Christmas dinner with Harry and Hermoine and the family. He'd get to see his friends basically the entire break. He'd be in a nice warm house, surrounded by people that he loved. No homework, no teachers, no classes. Nothing to stress the red head out. But would he be able to sleep at night? Probably not. Ron really didn't think that he would be able to sleep without coming to the classroom for about ten days. Or something like that. Ron could picture himself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling (like he always did) and his mind wandering a reeling without the music. Maybe Draco would let him use the iPod for the break. He'd had it for a few weeks already. But maybe Draco would let him…

"Yo, Weasly. You awake?" Draco suddenly said. Ron snapped his head back towards the blonde, blinking a few times. He looked so confused it almost made Draco laugh.

"What?" Ron said, his voice squeaking a bit at the end. The blonde smiled to himself and looked away from Ron.

"You still got my iPod?" Draco suddenly said. Ron chewed on the inside of his cheek as he nodded his head 'yes'.

"Do you want it back?" Ron questioned, moving towards his bag to get it. Draco shook his head.

"Keep it over break, I don't need it." Draco replied. He pulled the guitar strap over his shoulders and rested the instrument on the table. He stared at Ron for a second before his gaze went to the floor.

"Are you sure?" Ron questioned. Draco nodded.

"Everything is up here." Draco responded, tapping the side of his head with his finger. Ron stared at him, looking quite bewildered.

"Eh? You remember everything?!" Ron asked in astonishment. Draco smiled and nodded his head. Ron's mouth hung open.

"That's amazing." Ron replied, his eyes drifting up towards the ceiling. It was amazing, really, for Ron to think that someone could play music straight from their head. It was amazing.

"Not really. It's easier than most people would think." Draco replied. Ron looked back at and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you kidding me? You're just used to doing it." Ron said while rolling his eyes. Draco scoffed at him, scooting himself off of the table and landing softly on the ground.

"We should be leaving soon." Draco said, scratching the back of his head. Ron quickly gave a little jump and ungracefully landed on the floor.

"Yeah." Ron said as he took a few steps towards the door. His feet shuffled and sounded hesitant as he got closer to the door. When he was almost there, Ron suddenly turned around and looked directly at Draco.

"Malfoy?" Ron said. It meant to be more of a statement, but the nerves in Ron's brain refused to let it be that. So it came out nervous and small sounding. Draco looked at him, his eyes drooping slightly with fatigue.

"Yeah?"

"If you learn anymore songs… mail it to me." Ron said with a sudden burst of bravery. Before the blonde could respond to this, Ron took a few more fast paced steps and slipped out the door. It was quiet as Draco heard the red head patter down the hall outside.

And all he could do was smile.

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Ron lay in his bed in the Dorm, staring at the ceiling. What else was new?

Had he really done that? Tell that stupid Malfoy to freaking mail him? What was wrong with Ron? Yeah, it would be weird to not go and listen to gorgeous music every night. But it wasn't like they were friends or anything.

What were they? Ron hated asking that question because he sounded like a girl asked her boyfriend that. This was weird to think about. But… Ron didn't like calling Draco his enemy anymore. That was really weird to think about. He just couldn't after spending so much time with the other. He couldn't say "I hate that bloody prick!" without feeling like an asshole anymore. It just didn't work for Ron.

They weren't friends, but they weren't enemies. And it was started to decay Ron's brain.

The red head turned over in his bed, tearing his gaze away from the ceiling.

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Christmas Dinner. Tomorrow almost everyone would be off to their homes to spend a perfect break with their families. And Ron didn't want to leave.

"Are you feeling ok, Ron?" Hermoine asked, leaning across the table and getting too close for comfort for Ron. He backed away from her a bit.

"Yeah just thinking." Ron replied, glancing quickly at Harry. The brunette nodded his head and smiled at Hermoine.

"Yeah, Ron's been doing all of his homework! By himself!" Harry quickly added. He knew that Hermoine would get distracted by that. Her eyes widened as she looked between Ron and Harry.

"Really? That's great, Ron!" Hermoine practically screamed. It made Ron's ears bleed. He smiled slightly and nodded.

"Of course. I don't want to fall behind." Ron quickly but politely said. Hermione raised an eyebrow but didn't press on with it. The Grand Hall suddenly erupted with noise as dessert appeared on the table. Ron reached for some cake; even though he'd much rather throw up. Thinking about Christmas Break was making him nervous for some reason.

"Hello, little brother."

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." Two voices suddenly rang in Ron's ear. He would have chocked on his cake if it hadn't been Fred and George. But he was used to them doing weird stuff by now. He looked at the both of them, Fred to his left and George to his right. They both had wide smiles.

"…What're you gonna do?" Ron asked after swallowing his cake. Fred looked offended while George looked appalled. Or was it the other way around? Was there a difference to those emotions?

"Why dear brother-"

"Why would you say such a thing?"

"We only wanted to say hello-"

"Eat some cake-"

"Talk to our little brother-"

"And spread some happiness." George finished with a smile. Fred smiled back at him as they both lifted their wands, pointing above them. Sparks flew out of their wands up above the table, bright white sparks. They exploded up above them, confetti falling from nowhere all over the Gryffindor table. Small, circle shaped confetti. It changed different neon colors every few seconds. It slowly fell onto everyone that was sitting at the table.

Ron looked up at the falling pieces of paper. Slowly, one fell onto the tip of Ron's nose. The instant it landed on Ron's warm nose, it melted. Like a snowflake. Ron stared cross-eyed at his nose in amazement. More fell on his face and everyone else around him.

Fred smiled to himself as George looked at him. At the same time, the twins lifted their wands and more sparks flew out of them, a few hovering over each dinner table in the Grand Hall. At the same time, each table started to snow confetti.

Ron looked all around him, seeing everyone else in the room smiling with amazement and wonder. Ron looked away from the Gryffindor table and across the room at the Slytherin table. His eyes quickly found Draco, his bright blonde hair sticking out among everyone else with black hair. Draco was looking all around him and Ron could tell that the blonde really wanted to smile. He could just tell. Their eyes met for a second.

Without thinking or even caring, Ron stared right at Draco and smiled. A bright and wide smile that almost made the whole room light up. He smiled so wide that his face immediately started to hurt. Without thinking again, Ron clumsily stood up from the table. He painfully took his eyes away from the blonde. Feeling like a child, Ron started to dance around and catch the confetti as it fell, feeling it melt in his hands. Fred and George laughed at Ron.

"Someone is enjoying themselves a bit." They said together. Ron didn't hear them, or he couldn't. He was having too much fun being a kid and catching confetti.

His smile grew after he realized that Fred and George weren't planning anything else. His smile was wide and bright because he wasn't failing his classes. Because he still had beautiful music to listen to over break, even if it wasn't Draco. Because he knew that the two weren't enemies anymore. Because Fred and George had done something that didn't involve hurting anyone for once this time. They actually had made everyone happy.

Across the room, all Draco could do was smile.

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That took so much longer than it needed to. Sorry if it was a little rushed towards the end but I was starting to get stressed that I wouldn't finish it tonight. So, hopefully everyone enjoyed it! Please leave a review and tell me what you think!