A/N: Everything has been so stressful lately. Again. So, like always, I'm going to write a chapter based on NOTHING and hope for the best. I really don't want to rant about it because I know that you guys probably don't care. But I just want to say that this chapter may not be the best that it could be. I'm just writing it to clear my head and move on with the story. Anyway, the song used is Jane Doe by NeverShoutNever. Got it memorized?

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The train ride back to Hogwarts was relaxing and stressful and carefree. Ron felt jittery and calm at the same time. It didn't make sense to him.

After they got back to Hogwarts, all Ron could think about was going to that classroom at his regular time after Dinner. Of course, Dinner was amazing as always. Bright colours all over the place, people chatting away and creating a loud murmur amongst the hall, and all the food anyone could ever want. The red head felt right at home.

"It sure is great to be back, right mate?" Harry said through a mouthful of food, smiling widely at Ron. Ron smiled back.

"Of course it is." Ron replied, grabbing for another plate of toast or something. Ron didn't know what it was, but it tasted good. Hermione looked between her two friends, giving Harry an odd look.

"What are you two so happy about?" She said, raising her eyebrow slightly. Harry grinned at her.

"Is it so wrong to be happy at school?" Harry questioned, trying to sound hurt but just looked dumb. Ron had to hide his laugh.

"Well…no…" Hermione trailed. Harry nodded his head at her and leaned back in his seat.

"Well, there you go. Ron, didn't you need to go somewhere?" Harry suddenly said, turned towards his best mate and giving him a small wink. Ron blinked a few times before shoveling a few spoonfuls of food into his mouth.

"Oh yeah, gotta go do this… thing at the… place." Ron dumbly said in between his food. He smiled at his friends, waved, and quickly stood up and turned around. The red head practically flew out of the Grand Hall. He was smiling to himself, even though his stomach hurt from eating so much food. And he felt over weight from eating it all. But that didn't matter right now. Ron got to go see Draco and listen to music. And see Draco. And talk to him and-

Ron stopped in his tracks, almost falling over himself. Since when was he giddy to see the blonde? Ron shook his head, trying to clear away his oncoming thoughts and slowly starting to walk again. If he kept thinking about it, he'd start to daydream about something. And Ron didn't want to get caught up in his head right now.

Reaching the Grand Staircase, Ron practically jumped onto the first staircase that he could. It slowly started to move, much too slow for Ron's liking. He bounced on his feet a little, feeling his excitement spilling over a bit. He knew that he shouldn't be this excited to see someone that was kind-of-sort-of your friend, but Ron couldn't help it. And he didn't want to think about it too much.

The staircase stopped on the floor, almost like it was reading Ron's mind. He wouldn't be surprised, considering everything else in this castle. He clumsily got off of the stair case and it started to move away, slow like a snail. Ron brushed himself off and headed off down the hall. Curfew wasn't for another half hour or so, but something told Ron to go now. That way he'd have some time thinking of an excuse to make up for Hermione. If Harry didn't already make one up. Whatever.

The red head quickly made his way down the hall. He turned the corner and saw the door to that classroom. Ron felt himself smile and almost run over there. When he was about to enter through the door he stopped himself.

I don't want to be creepily happy. Ron thought. He took in a deep breath, slowly let it out, and calmly walked into the classroom.

Draco was sitting on one of the tables, his back turned from the door. Ron felt himself try to smile, but he refused to let himself. So instead, he just stood there for a moment. He noticed that Draco wasn't playing the same black guitar. Instead it was a light brown/tan one with writing all over it. Ron couldn't read all of it because it was a tad bit too dark, but he could tell that there were many different languages on it. He took a step forward and it echoed in the room.

Draco turned around, his eyes slightly wide and his mouth barely parted. Once his mind registered that it was Ron, all of his muscles seemed to relax at the same time. He smiled slightly.

"Yo." Draco said, sounding happy and relieved at the same time. Ron nodded his head back at him, smiled, and moved over to the table the blonde was sitting at.

"Got my letter?" Ron suddenly asked, and then wanted to punch himself. That was not what he had wanted to say. But it was too late. Draco nodded his head.

"Yeah, but I couldn't mail back. I was afraid my father or something would see me mailing it and ask questions." Draco replied, not looking at Ron. The red head nodded to himself.

"Yeah." Ron dumbly replied, rubbing the back of his head. He sat down at the table across from Draco, looking around the room.

"You're just in time for a new song." Draco suddenly said, sounding cool and smooth with his words. He looked up at Ron a smiled slightly. Ron stared at him.

"Really?"

"Yes. Just got it down yesterday." Draco replied, sounding happy. Ron stared at him, smiling slightly.

"I'd like to hear it." Ron quietly said, his face slightly pink. Neither of them noticed, though. Draco strummed his fingers across the strings, creating a more beautiful sound than the black guitar. Ron didn't know that that was possible. He thought the black guitar was the best invention ever. But this light tan one that Draco didn't want to talk about was amazing. Right, Draco didn't want to talk about it.

"Here we go." Draco said, smiling slightly as he started to play the notes.

"Jane Doe.
I don't think I know you,
But I know for sure.
That you are beautiful.
So baby let me know
Your name.
Damn what's her name?
Cause I'm overly attracted
And terribly convinced that she could be my princess
And I could be her prince
And I felt that way. since
Since I saw Jane Doe."

Ron looked up at Draco as he started to play a small solo. The blonde looked very happy, playing away on his guitar and smiling to himself. The tan guitar was the perfect shape for Draco. The black one had been a little bit too big, Ron thought. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the music.

"Jane Doe.
I don't think I know you,
But I know for sure.
That I could get to know ya.
If you let me know
Your name
Damn what's her name?
Cause I'm overly attracted
And terribly convinced that she could be my princess
And I could be her prince
And I felt that way. since
Since I saw Jane Doe.
She's everything I want and more.
She's everything I want for sure.
She's everything that I want
And to adore
Well baby I am overly attracted
And terribly convinced that she could be my lover
But I think I lost my chance.
You had me at first glance
Ohh my Jane Doe."

The notes gently faded. Draco stared at his guitar for a moment, and then looked up at Ron and smiled. Ron smiled back at him.

"Where'd you hear that?" Ron asked, breaking the silence. Draco shrugged, still smiling.

"I heard it on the radio a few nights ago. Thought it'd be a good song to play, so I went to a Muggle library and got the tabs for it."

"That what?"

"Nothing. Just guitar lingo." Draco replied, still smiling. He didn't set his guitar aside like he usually did, which Ron thought was odd. He thought that Draco being so happy was odd enough. Yeah, the red head had just been giddy like this not too long ago. But for Draco to be this happy? It just did not happen in the world of Ron.

"So how was break?" Ron suddenly said. He wanted to punch himself again. He hated how much he word vomited, as Draco put it.

"Just like you said. All I did was sit in my room and stare at the walls. Went outside once." Draco replied with a small smile. It was a teenager thing to do, and Ron didn't care.

"Really? So I was right." Ron replied, laughing slightly. Draco tried to hide his smile.

"Whatever. How about you?" Draco awkwardly asked. Ron scratched the back of his head and looked around the room.

"Threw some gnomes, had Christmas dinner, went outside a lot. Normal stuff, I guess." Ron replied, awkwardly smiling. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Throwing gnomes? Why on earth would you need to do that?" Draco questioned, almost sounding incredulous. Ron laughed loudly.

"It's a long story." He replied between laughs. Draco just rolled his eyes again.

"Ok, ok."

"Got anymore songs?" Ron said after his laughter calmed down. Draco shifted himself on the table.

"Of course."

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Draco Malfoy was not happy.

Of course, he looked like he was happy. And he really wanted to be. Nothing bad had happened over break. It had just been boring. Maybe it was just instinct to be mad. He wasn't sure. Draco just knew that he wasn't as happy as he appeared to be.

Whenever he played that guitar, though, Draco felt like laughing. Like everything that happened almost a year ago was just a dream and he was smiling in front of people again. But when he put the guitar down, reality came crashing back and Draco had to be sad again. It was like the only time Draco was really happy was when he was playing that guitar. The guitar that belonged to the person that tore Draco's life apart.

The blonde shook his head back and forth, looking at the ceiling above his bed. He had just returned from that classroom not to terribly long ago. He was too tired to change into his pajamas. His shoes were even still on. Draco's school clothes lay in a heap at the end of his bed. He had meant to wear them to Dinner. But then before going down, Draco decided that he wasn't hungry. That eating wasn't important right now.

So, instead, he was wearing faded black almost-skinny jeans, a loose brown t-shirt, his high-top Converse shoes, and his normal black hoodie lying on the ground next to his bed. It felt good to be wearing what he wanted right now. At home he always had to look nice. Unless he went out. But that didn't matter to Draco right now.

Draco Malfoy lay in bed, his arms folded behind his head, and he felt both calm and stressed and tired all at the same time.

The thing that stressed him the most, though, was how happy he was to be around the red head. Draco didn't know just how much he had missed him. Not that he would ever say that out loud. Or even think it ever again. But Draco was happy to be around someone that let him be happy again. Maybe it was just the guitar, maybe it was just him. Draco couldn't really tell which right now. And, to be honest, be really didn't care all that much. It just felt good to be around a… friend.

"Friend." Draco silently said to himself. He never considered himself having a friend before. It felt odd and weird and not normal to say out loud. But it also felt right. And Draco didn't really care. He didn't care how fast his mind was reeling. So fast that it felt like it wasn't moving. And it gave him a peaceful headache.

"Whatever." Draco mumbled to himself, rolling over in his bed and covering himself with his blankets. It was too late to be thinking about life.

He didn't even change into pajamas.

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So, there you all go. I have a stomach ache right now, so I'm sorry that it didn't' end very smoothly. I just wanted to get this done so I can start on another chapter tomorrow. Anyway, I do hope that everyone enjoyed it! Please leave a review and tell me what you think!