A/N: So, I'm feeling ok right now. My stomach hurts a little, but it always does so whatever. Anyway, I know I JUST posted another chapter last night, but I'm in a good mood so I'm going to do another one right now. So, enjoy it. Please leave a review!

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Ron looked around his room and felt empty.

The train ride back to London had been normal. Laughing and having a good time with his friends, helping Neville find Trevor, and eating way too much candy. It had felt nice to be connected with his friends again. Ron felt like he'd been connecting with them ever since listening to Draco play. And maybe he was right. And maybe he didn't care. Whatever.

The train ride was over, tight hugs from his mother, teasing from the twins until they got their hugs, and the long trip home. Ron felt oddly content during that time. But after he got home, Ron went up to his room and felt alone. It was about the time to go to that class room and Ron had actually stood up to do so, but then remembered that he was at home. Not at school. And it sucked because Ron was in a really good mood.

So instead, the red head lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. The odd wooden pattern of it could keep him entertained for hours, if he wanted it that way. It was weird, how Ron could be so interested in something so bland. Something that most people wouldn't even look twice at because, hey, it's a freaking ceiling.

"Hey, little brother." Ron heard from his door and a knock. He knew that Fred would walk in without a response anyway. Ron sat up from the floor just in time to see his older brother throw himself onto his bed with a loud flop. The red head sighed and rolled his eyes to himself.

"What?" Ron questioned, staring at Fred. Fred pouted and put his hand to his heart.

"Can't a brother want to spend time with his sibling?" Fred asked in a fake-pathetic sounding voice. Ron clenched his jaw.

"No, really, what is it?" Ron said back. Fred rolled his eyes and settled into the bed.

"George took a shower and I got bored." Fred replied in a monotone voice with a huff at the end. Ron frowned to himself. He knew it was something like that.

"Ok." Ron said, not really sure what to say next. Fred turned his head to the side so he was facing his little brother. He then awkwardly looked away.

"So… how's school?" Fred said, shifting uncomfortably. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You know, school. Where you go to learn shit you don't need in life and to hook up with people and-"

"I know, I know. Why are you asking?" Ron replied, holding his hands in front of him, like he was defending himself. Fred smiled to himself and turned his head back to the ceiling.

"Just asking. Is it wrong to want to get to know your little brother?" Fred answered. Ron leaned back on his hands and let out a long sigh.

"Do you really want to know, or are you just asking to pass the time?" The red head questioned, almost sounding inpatient. Fred looked like he was in mock thought for a second, and then eagerly nodded his head 'yes'.

"Oh, yes I do." Fred replied with a smile. Ron sighed and looked at the floor, trying to gather his thoughts.

He couldn't tell Fred about Draco. Or, at least, not the whole story. Just leave out who it was. This would be hard, since Fred and George liked to know everything. He could always talk about class, but that would be boring. Or tell him about the time Draco threw the cauldron at him. That would anger Fred and keep him busy for a few minutes…

"Hello, you there?" Fred suddenly said, snapping Ron out of his thoughts. Ron lightly shook his head to clear away his thoughts, sighed, and looked at Fred.

"School has been busy and a hell hole." Ron blandly replied, trying not to laugh. The statement was completely opposite from what Ron felt, but it was all he could come up with. Fred raised an eyebrow and stared back at his brother.

"You're lying."

"I hate you."

"I love you, too. Now, tell me what's going on! I love to know stuff like this." Fred exclaimed in a whiny voice. For real this time. Ron would have covered his ears if he wasn't leaning on his hands.

"I've been staying out past curfew every night for two months." Ron spat out. He didn't want to put it like that, but not telling anyone about anything for about three months or so was killing him. And he could trust Fred. Or hoped that he could.

"Really? Hadn't noticed." Fred replied with a far-off thoughtful looking face. Ron snorted and rolled his eyes.

"I'd like to keep it that way. No one but Harry knows, ok? I don't care if George knows, but you have to keep quiet about it, alright?" Ron replied, pointing at Fred. His older brother pouted and put a hand to his chest.

"Of course, dear brother." Fred replied, but didn't add a little ring to it like he usually did. He actually sounded… serious, for once. It took Ron a minute to gather his thoughts again. He didn't think that it would be this hard to finally tell someone this.

"Well… I've been staying out and… listening to Muggle music." Ron nervously said. He had the sudden urge to curl himself into the fetal position, which he did. Fred chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"And who's the lucky lady playing?" Fred questioned with a sly smile. Ron kept his gaze away from his brother.

"I'm not telling. It's a secret." Ron replied. Fred scoffed at him.

"What're you, five? Secrets are meant to be broken." He said, a ghost of a smile on his face. Ron snapped his eyes back up to his brother with a hard look. Fred's smile disappeared.

"It's a secret." Ron said again, sounding harsher with his words. He didn't like being mean to his siblings, but it was a secret. And Ron was ready to carry it with him to his grave.

"Ok, ok, I get that. What kind of music do they play?" Fred sincerely asked, relaxing his face. Ron let his mind wander for a second and forgot that he was talking.

"Beautiful music." Ron said, a dreamy look on his face. Fred silently laughed to himself and Ron realized that he had said that out loud. He blushed to himself.

"I'm sure it is, but what instrument?" Fred said in between giggles. Ron pouted for a minute, trying to find the right words to say.

"Guitar, but it's not like normal guitar playing. You can really feel the emotion in the music. And the notes make the guitar sound like its crying." Ron said, the last part more to himself that to Fred. Fred smiled, looking away from Ron and back at the ceiling.

"This person must be special, huh?" Fred honestly said, not sounding childish or anything like that. And it surprised Ron a lot. Normally Fred and George would make fun of him for something like this. And it felt good to not be made fun of for once.

"No." Ron quietly replied with a giant blush. Why are you blushing? Ron thought to himself. It's just Draco. No one special. Not really. Maybe. What?

"Of course, of course. Oh, hey George." Fred suddenly said. Ron looked over at his door and saw his other older brother standing there. Almost a carbon copy of Fred. After 15 years of living with them you could tell the difference, though.

"What're you guys talking about?" George questioned, giving his brothers an odd look. His hair looked deep blood red and was sticking to his forehead. It was bothering Ron.

"Nothing." Ron awkwardly replied. Fred gave out a short laugh and bounced himself off the bed, almost directly next to his twin brother.

"Hate to leave you, but we have hell to raise." Fred said, putting an arm around George's shoulder. They both turned to walk out the door.

"Wait." Ron suddenly said, remembering what he had wanted to ask them. The two stopped in their tracks and turned to look back at Ron.

"What?" They said together. Ron cleared his throat.

"Why… why did you make it snow confetti?" Ron questioned, his voice cracking at the end of the sentence. Fred and George looked at each other and smiled.

"We like seeing people smile. But it's a secret." Fred replied. With that, the two briskly walked out of the room. Ron could hear them mumbling to each other, but he didn't care what they were saying. He was just happy that his brothers did something to make others happy instead of themselves.

The red head looked at the ceiling, a dreamy expression on his face.

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"Ron, dear, you have a letter!" His mother called from the kitchen. Ron quickly ran to her from the living room.

It was only four days into break and it was killing Ron. He had just been sitting around all break doing nothing. Since he was actually keeping up with his classes, there wasn't much homework to do. Which sucked, because now Ron was bored out of his mind. He could always go and throw some gnomes, but that would get boring after a while, too.

"Thanks, mom." Ron said as he took the letter from her. It didn't have a return address on it. He even flipped it over to check. No name, no nothing. Just "Ron Weasly, The Burrow" on the front. It was odd, because Ron knew it wasn't from harry or Hermione because it wasn't their handwriting. And Ron didn't have very many other friends at school.

Ron quickly walked out of the kitchen and up the long flight of stairs to his bedroom. He quickly closed the door behind him and sat down on his lumpy bed. Feeling nervous, Ron ripped open the letter (creating a mess of paper, might I add) and carefully took out the letter.

Dear Weasly,

You asked me to mail you when I got another song down, and so I did. I actually played this a few days ago, but it would be weird to mail a person right when you got home, right? I don't know. I don't mail people. Hopefully the letter isn't too bent. The lyrics are on the back, if you want to read them. I'll play it when school starts back up. Remind me, though, because I'll forget.

Break is going well…? I don't know what to write now. The paper is too empty just to mail it off, though. I think that you were right. So far, all break I've just been holed up in my room staring at the walls. Just another six days though. Fuck life.

Crabbe or Goyle (can't remember) ruined my black guitar. I have another one, but don't ask me a single thing about it. I don't like to think about it and haven't told anyone about it. Except for you. Why did I? Anyway, maybe someday you'll learn about it but not right now. It actually stays in tune, unlike that cheap black one.

Have a great break.

From Malfoy.

Ron re-read the letter at least three times. Why had Draco word vomited all of this paper? It didn't make a whole lot of sense to the red head. But that didn't matter. He was just glad that soon, in six days, he'd be back at school and could listen to that music again.

It would be hard, though, not to ask any questions about that guitar. Ron really did want to know. But he also did not want to ruin what was going on. Which sounded weird to Ron, even as he thought it.

Ron sighed to himself and lay back on his bed. What was going on is his head lately? He put a hand on his forehead, massaging it a little, hoping to get rid of the aching headache that was forming.

Ron just wanted break to end.

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There we go. I had to rush the ending a little because my hand is starting to cramp a whole ton because I've been typing for like two hours nonstop. The ending isn't what I wanted it to be, but I'm still happy. Hopefully all of you guys liked it, too. So, please leave a review and tell me what you think!