A/N: I've been having a sad time lately, but thinking about the direction that I want to go in with this story made me happy, so I'm doing a chapter. Here it is! The song used is First Dance by NeverShoutNever. Enjoy it and leave a kind review!

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Ron was cold, but that was ok. At least it was pretty outside.

It had been a few weeks since Draco had shown Ron the back way to the classroom. Ever since then, Ron would cut dinner short or entirely to listen to Draco play. Hermione had started to bitch at him for it, and even though it was killing Ron how much Hermione nagged at him about it, Ron couldn't help it. He liked the music produced by Draco too much.

That sentence sounded so wrong in Ron's head, but good thing no one could read his mind.

The red head was happy, that that's all that mattered. Ron didn't care how much Hermione yelled at him. Ron didn't care that he was starting to fall behind in his classes again. Ron didn't care that he was spending less time with his best mates and more time with his worst enemy. Ron didn't care that it was cold and the snow was heavily falling. And Ron didn't care that Valentine's Day was around the corner, and he knew that no one would give him chocolate.

He was happy, and Ron didn't care.

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"Today has been horrible." Ron said to himself as he sat down next to Fred and George at the lunch table. The twins stared at their younger brother, crumbs sticking to both of their faces.

"And why is that?" Fred questioned. Ron would have thought that it was odd of him to ask, but he didn't care about thinking right now. Being in a bad mood was more important.

"Hermione won't stop talking all the damn time, I'm starting to fall behind in my classes after going so long keeping up, Harry isn't talking to either me or Hermione which just means he doesn't want to get in the middle of everything. And if he does then Hermione is going to flip. And that's not a good thing." Ron word vomited all over the place. But it felt good to tell everyone all of this. He didn't want to bother Draco with such things like this. This was weird to think about, because he and Draco were friends.

"Maybe you should just tell Hermione to back off." George replied in between bites. Ron and Fred stared at George incredulously.

"What?"

"Have you ever met Hermione? She would kill me." Ron spat back. He didn't want to be mean, but it was hard not to be. I mean, seriously? Seriously? Has George ever spent more than five minutes with the woman?

"Sorry, just trying to help." George sheepishly said, shrinking back slightly and taking a giant bite of chicken. Fred rolled his eyes and turned towards Ron.

"Just tell her to lay off for a while. Or go read some books. Or something. She has to listen to you, you're friends." Fred replied. Ron stared at his older brother for a moment. He was just catching on that Fred and George were helping him. It felt weird.

"Did any other bad stuff happen today?" George asked, looking at Ron. The red head blushed slightly, looking away from the both of them.

"No one gave me any Valentine's stuff." Ron mumbled. Fred and George looked at each other a shrugged. George went back to eating while Fred looked back at Ron.

"That's life, little bro."

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"Everyone find a partner and begin working on this potion." Snape, the potions master, drawled out, turning his back from the class and his cape swirling about him. Ron distantly thought that it made him look like a vampire. Brushing that thought away, Ron turned to look around the classroom. Everyone seemed to have a person to work with already. And, of course, Harry and Hermione were out of the question. They were already off in the corner working away. The red head kept looking around, even standing up on his tippy-toes to get a better look of the classroom. The only person he saw alone had shocking blonde hair.

Draco.

Ron almost smiled. He didn't mind working with the blonde anymore. He figured that they could actually have fun with this project this time instead of getting cauldrons thrown at each other. Yeah, having fun would be nice for once.

The red head quickly got up from his seat and raced across the room towards Draco. He figured the sooner he got there, the less likely it was for Snape to come over and take points away from him. And Ron really didn't need one more reason for Hermione to be mad at him. He stumbled over the chair next to Draco, practically falling into it. The blonde stared at him, wide-eyed, then quickly looked around him. No one seemed to be paying attention.

"What're you doing?" Draco asked, leaning towards Ron a little. It didn't sound rude to Ron, just an honest, curious question. Ron inwardly smiled at himself.

"Hermione's still mad at me and Harry's working with her. You mind if we work together?" Ron quietly said so only Draco could hear. The blonde backed away from the red head, shaking his head 'no'.

"Don't mind at all. Just expect Mrs. Naggy to be angry later." Draco mumbled, grabbing his text book from his back pack. Ron tried to hold back a laugh, but it escaped through his lips. His mouth made a loud sputtering noise as he turned bright red and covered his face.

"What?" Draco questioned, an eyebrow rising. That only made Ron laugh harder.

"Mrs. Naggy? Really? Did you just say that out loud?" Ron said in between laughs. Draco stared at him in utter confusion for a second.

"I said that out loud?" Draco said, sounding completely dumbfounded. He stared at the wall past Ron, his eyebrows slowly knitting together. Ron almost died of laughter right then and there.

"Yeah, you did." Ron replied with another loud laugh. He swore that Snape would look over any second, but Ron really didn't care right now.

"Oh…" Draco trailed a hint of a smile on his face. Ron folded his arms on the table and buried his head into them, trying to stifle the outburst of laughter. He didn't know why this was so funny. Maybe it was because Draco never said anything like that, even when they were alone. Or maybe it was because Hermione had been a bitch to him, and Ron was glad that someone else was seeing it, too.

"I don't remember…" Draco mumbled under his breath, turning away from the red head. Ron started to laugh again, almost choking on his spit as he did so. Draco flickered towards Ron, a full smile now on his face. Before Draco knew it, he was laughing along with Ron. Maybe not as hard, but he was laughing. And it felt good.

Draco turned at took a good look at Ron. The red head's face was flushed a light pink, his ears a bright red and clashing with his hair. Ron's mouth was pulled into a nice, loose smile, his teeth shining brightly as he bounced up and down slightly from his laughter. Tears were threatening to come from his eyes, the red head was laughing so hard. His voice was raspy and smooth and just completely Ron. Draco just couldn't describe it.

It was perfect.

What? Draco thought to himself, his smile faltering slightly. The only time he had thought something was perfect was when his dearly departed friend had played the guitar. And that was over a year ago. Before then, never. Besides, where had that thought come from? The more Draco tried to push aside that thought, the more it became true.

Ron really was perfect when he laughed.

Draco cleared his throat, immediately erasing his laughter. He felt awkward now that he had that thought. Ron's laughter quickly died down as well. The red head let out a large sigh, chuckling to himself as he leaned back in the chair.

"We should probably start." Draco said, not making eye contact with Ron. He kept a small smile on his lips so that Ron wouldn't think that anything was wrong. Ron looked around the room, seeing that most people were already a good ways into their potion. His eyes caught sight of Hermione and Harry. Hermione was glaring straight at Ron, her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. Harry nervously laughed at his best friend. Ron slowly looked away from them, turning back towards Draco. He wished that they were still laughing.

"Let's start."

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"What were you laughing about in Potions?" Hermione's rude and nosey voice cut through Ron's thought's like an axe, because a knife was used way too much. He turned towards her, pouting slightly.

"What's wrong with laughing? You guys don't talk to me anymore." Ron flatly said. It wasn't what he wanted to say, but with all the confusion in his head, his mind chose those sentences. Hermione tightened her jaw. Harry stood beside the two of them, nervously laughing again.

"C'mon, you guys, stop fighting." Harry awkwardly said, closing his eyes tight as Hermione spun towards him, her hair whooshing around her and creating the element of rage. Ron was really glad he wasn't Harry right now.

"I'm not fighting with anyone, Hermione's just getting worked up over nothing." Ron spat at Hermione. The brunette looked back at her friend, angry tears threatening to fall.

"You were being a jerk!" Hermione screamed at him. Ron furrowed his eyebrows together and he swore to god a blood vessel popped somewhere in his head.

"I don't even remember why you're angry at me! Bloody hell, Hermione, get over it!" Ron yelled back at her. By now students were staying far away from the two arguing teens. Harry backed away and pressed himself to the wall. Hermione stood there, looking at Ron with wide eyes. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. Ron just rolled his eyes, turned away from her, and stalked down the hallway. He could hear her begin to sob behind him and Harry trying to muster up the courage to comfort her. He honestly didn't care right now.

Outside, the snow began to fall softly.

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Ron stumbled up the Grand Staircase, getting ready to make his small journey to that classroom. It was a relaxing, slow ride up there. Everyone else was still at dinner so the Grand Staircase was rather quiet. It felt nice. No one to bug Ron and get him super paranoid/over-emotional before a relaxing few hours with Draco.

With Draco. That thought sounded so weird to the red head. Laughing in the classroom, in front of everyone, had made Ron really happy. Ron had thought that Draco would never do that. Laugh in front of people, and appear happy and real. It was nice, and it made Ron really happy. He could tell that somewhere along the line things had become awkward. But Ron didn't care.

He had showed Hermione that he was happy without her.

Ron brushed away all thoughts of his friends as he stumbled off the Grand Staircase onto that floor. His feet echoed in the empty hallway. He slowly walked down the hallway, that classroom not too terribly far from the staircase. As Ron rounded the corner, he heard the familiar guitar sounds that were Draco. And all he could do was smile at it. Before Ron entered the classroom, he heard Draco start to sing, which was odd because Draco never sang unless Ron was there. At least, that he knew of.

"It started with your hips,
So I moved up to your lips.
To take a chance,
Ask for a dance.
Cause you're the, cutest thing on this side of the world.
We call our homes,
Yet I feel so all alone.
Half of the time,
We gotta live with what we got,
And I got nothing.
So agree to take my hand,
So we can conjure up with something rad.

If you, could, move on with your life,
Just like you do.
Just like you shoo be do do do.
And you could make everything alright,
And I want you too.
Because ever since the first dance all I thought about,
Was loving on you.

So I moved to the dance floor,
With instincts and nothing more.
I had ants in my pants,
I did the boogie dance,
And there was nothing to do but laugh.
So I made another leap,
Hoping to sweep you off your feet,
I said,
"Baby maybe we could bust this joint and see if my place is open to chill."

If you could, move on with your life, just like you do.
Just like you shoo be do do do.
And you could make everything alright, and I want you too.
Because ever since the first dance all I thought about,
Was loving on you."

It ended with a few notes, and then a small laugh from Draco. Ron chewed on the inside of his mouth as he took a step into the classroom. Draco heard the footstep and turned around. He smiled when he realized it was Ron.

"Yo."

"Hey." Ron replied. He quickly made his way over to the table that Draco was sitting at. They stared at each other for a moment before Draco went back to playing a little tune on his guitar.

"How was the rest of your day?" Draco suddenly asked. Ron rolled his eyes at himself and gave a heavy sigh.

"It was horrible. Hermione yelled at me and I made her cry." Ron flatly said. Draco stopped strumming his guitar and gave Ron a hard, 'whatthehelliswrongwithyou?' kind of look. Ron shrank back, giving a sheepish smile to the blonde.

"You did what?"

"She started yelling at me! And I couldn't take it anymore! For weeks she's been all mad at me, and I can't even remember why. But she expects me to remember, because for some reason it's a huge deal to her. When, really, she's just the one causing all the problems." Ron exclaimed, pointing vigorously at himself when his speech was done. Draco raised both of his eyebrows.

"Is that it?" Draco inquired. Ron blushed softly to himself and looked away.

"Happy Valentine's Day." The red head suddenly said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a bundle of chocolate wrapped in clear plastic. A piece of swirly string kept it all together, ironically in green and silver. Ron tossed it at Draco, his face becoming even redder.

"What?"

"I wanted to give some to Harry and Hermione, but they're still mad at me. You're my only friend right now, so accept the bloody chocolate." Ron replied, tightening his jaw slightly. Draco looked back and forth between Ron's bright red face and the delicious pile of chocolate in his lap.

"Happy love day." Draco said back, reaching into his own pocket and taking out a large chunk of chocolate in the shape of a lion. The tin foil matched the bright colours of a lion perfectly. He threw it into Ron's lap as well. Before Ron could see his face, Draco bent it downwards and started to play his guitar again. Ron smiled, glad that he had a friend that was embarrassed – or so he thought – to give him chocolate on Valentine's Day. Or maybe it was just the fact that someone remembered him.

Outside, the snow fell gently.

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It's not how I wanted to end it, but it's getting close to 3000 words, and it's killing me. So here it is. Please tell me what you think. My birthday is tomorrow! I'll be 16 hellz yeah! So, please leave me a nice review for my birthday!