A/N: Wow, I actually never thought that I would update this story. I actually thought that it was done for. But, now I've found a way to make it work without deleting the whole story. I'm so sorry for the long wait everyone! I hope that everyone is still with this. On a lighter note, my writing skills have improved a LOT. Going back and skimming through some of these chapters made me want to cry slightly because they were so bad. This chapter may not be so good because I have to shift from high school drama (A Million Reasons Why) back to this emo filled wizard stuff. Oh jeez, this chapter won't be so good. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy it besides that! Please leave a kind review and tell me what you think!

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Draco looked up at the sky from where he laid on the grass and sighed.

Summer was going to be starting soon. The weather at Hogwarts was already getting warm. The months from Valentine's Day had flown by so fast that it made Draco's head spin. Sometimes he's forget the day, and then he'd look at the calendar and almost have a heart attack. It was almost like it was impossible for that much time to go by without noticing a thing.

Draco had been spending a lot more time with Ron than he thought he would have been. It felt like they had been getting close. Or, rather, the red head was close to him. Draco never really shared much of his thoughts with Ron. Unless he thought they were really funny or profound, but that didn't happen too often. Sometimes the blonde would word vomit all over the place, but that was only when he was having a hard time in school. And that only happened every few weeks.

The blonde lay back against the grass, letting his body just flump over onto the ground. He relaxed into the grass and let the sun nearly blind him. It was going to be a lonely summer. Draco could feel it in his bones. Sure, he could mail Ron like he had during the pervious Winter Break. But he honestly wasn't sure how much he actually would. That just felt like, to him, an even more lonely way to spend summer. It would just remind Draco how many friends he doesn't have. And that's just too depressing.

It was currently lunch time, but Draco didn't really feel like eating. The closer and closer it was getting to summer, the more and more nervous he was getting. Draco would never say this out loud, but he was afraid of losing his new found friend over the summer break. The summer months are long, and Ron has his other friends to be with.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes as the bell rang for lunch to be over. Next was Defense against the Dark Arts, and he wasn't really looking forward to it. Beating each other up with small spells in blistering heat did not sound like fun. He sat up anyway and gathered up his school bag.

Today did not look like it was going to be good.

Ron was bursting with happiness.

He could hardly contain it. School was going to be out soon, and he had the plan of the century. It felt like such a good plan to the red head he didn't even think about everything that could go wrong. All he cared about was the fact his mom said yes.

Ron had just returned from the Owlry. It was shortly after dinner had started, and he made it straight for the classroom. He knew that Draco would already be there in that stuffy room. Even with a little over a week left of school, it seemed like Draco wanted to practice more and more. Ron wasn't really sure why, but he didn't really care. He liked to spend time with the blonde and listen to him play.

He stepped off the grand stair case at the right floor and practically skipped down the hallway, his mother's letting clutched in his hand. With this, Ron didn't have to feel like some weird creepy person. Because, hey, they were supposed to hate each other. Not be sudden "BFF'S".

The red head pushed open the partly closed door to that classroom. A wall of hot air hit him, and he wanted to die slightly. He might leave a little early if it didn't get any better. Almost right away Ron saw the blonde sitting on one of the far tables near the window. It was open a little bit, just enough to let in a slight breeze. Draco glanced up as Ron walked into the room. He smiled slightly and nodded his head, continuing to play a random little tune. Ron couldn't hide the wide smile on his face.

"Hey." The red head said as he sat down on the table next to the blonde. He was smiling so wide it felt like his face was breaking in half. The letter in his hand crumbled slightly as he moved. Draco raised an eyebrow at his friend as he looked up from the guitar.

"What's up with you?" Draco slurred slightly. Ron tried to pull back his smile, but it just grew more.

"I got a surprise." Ron said the excitement showing in his voice. Draco looked back down at his guitar and continued to play.

"What is it?" Draco asked with little interest. Whatever it was, he was sure it wasn't as amazing as Ron was making it out to be. Ron leaned forward towards the blonde, a grin still on his face. Draco moved back a little bit. It was creeping him out.

"I got a letter from my mom."

"Is that all?"

Ron pouted slightly as he straightened his back. He crossed his arms, the hand with the letter in it sticking out at an awkward angle. Draco glanced at the letter.

"Read it." Ron forcefully said as he shoved the letter at his friend. Draco blinked a few times before grabbing the letter, carefully unfolding it. It read:

'Dear Ron,

How are things going at school? I hope that you are still doing well with the last few weeks left. Please make sure Fred and George don't get into too much trouble. It is their last year, after all. I am assuming that Harry will be coming at some point during the summer, right? As will Hermione, I'm sure. If they are not planning on it, which I doubt, please tell me. I love you very much Ronnie-kins. Your father and I will pick you up at the Platform with the car.

Love Mom.'

Draco shoved it back towards the red head. Was he showing this stupid letter to him just to gloat about how much fun he'd have with Boy Wonder all summer? It made Draco feel even more lonely, and angry.

"What's the point of this?" Draco asked in a low voice. The grin was back on Ron's face.

"Harry and Hermione aren't coming."

The blonde stopped in mid movement. His eyes slowly drifted to the still grinning face of Ron. Had he heard that right? Harry and Hermione weren't coming? Draco felt his brain fry for a second. How on earth could Ron be happy about that?

"What?"

"They're not coming until the very end of summer. Hermione's parents wanted to go travel Europe a little over the summer, and they said Hermione could bring a friend. And… you know, Harry's all famous and stuff and I'm just Ronald Weasly, so she wanted to take Harry to impress her parents or something. So…" Ron trailed. Draco raised an eyebrow at the red head. This wasn't really like him, but whatever. Draco learned to roll with shit sometimes.

"So what?"

"Wanna come over?"

Draco could have sworn that time stopped. Had Ron, Ronald Weasly, just ask Draco, Draco Malfoy, to spend the summer with him? The blonde was expecting Ron to start cracking up and scream "Gotcha!", but it never came.

"Are you serious?"

"Well, it has to be a yes because I already told my mom I had someone coming." Ron sheepishly replied as he scratched the back of his head. Draco felt his mouth fall open.

"I think the warm weather is getting to you." Draco mumbled as he softly blushed to himself. Ron looked confused.

"What?"

"Nothing. Do you really think your parents are going to let a Malfoy in the house?" He slowly asked, making sure it sunk into the others head. Ron looked up at the ceiling and appeared to be thinking for a moment.

"Well, you can always colour your hair and pretend to be someone else. But that would be a lot of work. Or you could seriously convince my parents that you're not a bad person and that you can be trusted, which would be a lot of work. So either way, it's going to be a lot of work. But do you really want to spend all summer sitting at your house, staring at the walls?" Ron said, looking back at his friend. Draco was staring past the red head, deep in thought.

He didn't have to think about it very much. Draco really didn't want to spend the summer at his own house. And he didn't like Crabbe and Goyle very much, so they were out of the question. He could easily say he was spending the summer at another friend's house, working on a summer project or some stupid crap. He'd come up with something good, Draco always did. The only part he was really worried about was Ron's parents. They were kind people, but Draco also knew how ruthless Molly Weasly could be. The Howler in their second year was proof enough.

But, then again, it was worth a shot.

If he could prove to Molly Weasly that he was a good person, Draco might not have to face the fate of working for his father as a Death Eater. That would be pretty awesome, in Draco's opinion. He wouldn't have to do terrible things, or kill people, or lie and cheat to not be killed himself. Yeah, he'd risk Molly's wrath for that.

"It's worth a shot." Draco said after a long moment. Ron smiled so wide the blonde was afraid his face would split in two. Ron started to fidget around a bit. Almost like the excitement of having his ex enemy over was just too great.

"Great! All we have to do is mail your mum. Then, once we get her yes, we'll just have to wait at the Platform until everyone leaves. You know, not to freak everyone out. Then, we'll find my mum and dad and-!"

"Wait, wait, wait. What about you siblings?" Draco interrupted. He couldn't believe he was going along with this crazy plan. Ron stared at Draco like he was crazy.

"Fred and George will be off doing their own thing and Ginny's going to be with Luna most of the summer. My other siblings don't live with us, so we'll probably never see them." Ron blandly replied. Draco stared off into space once again. It was like this plan was almost too perfect. The only thing messing it up was the fury of Molly.

"This… this is almost too perfect." Draco mumbled, letting his thoughts spill over for a second. Ron didn't seem hurt by this comment, like Draco thought that he might be. The red head just smiled more.

"Yeah, I know which is why it'll work. C'mon, let's get to work on that letter!" Ron exclaimed, reaching into his school bag and grabbing some paper. Draco moved off the table he was on and onto the one Ron was on. He couldn't let his friend write the letter for him. That'd be dumb. He smiled to himself as he watched Ron struggle to find a quill.

"Let's do this."

The Owlry was surprisingly quiet.

Draco and Ron had finished writing the letter right before dinner had ended. Ron said that he had to go to Study Hall, but that he would see Draco later. The blonde had simply nodded and decided to skip Study Hall. Getting the courage to mail this insane letter was more important.

So here he was, standing in the oddly quiet tower, letting neatly held in hand. Most of the owls were out, to Draco's surprise. He was mainly worried to send this letter because in it, he wasn't really asking his mother for permission. He was kind of telling he that this was what he was doing, regardless of what she wanted. Ron had told him how to politely ask to do this and promise to do whatever she wanted in return and blah blah blah. And Draco pretended to write everything his friend had said. In reality, Draco knew that it would just be better to tell his mother what's what. That's really the only way she knew how to deal with things.

He moved from the middle of the room over to where the few owls were perched, his guitar banging he back of his legs as he moved. Draco knew that there wouldn't be anyone out and about the halls at this time, so it was ok so blindly carry the guitar around. Besides, if a teacher stopped him he could just say it's for a project in Muggle Studies.

Draco carefully attached the letter onto one of the owls. It barely moved as he did so. Once it was securely fastened on, Draco gave it a little shove with his fingers to get going. It cooed at him and took off in a flash. The blonde watched it fly away for a minute before turning around and making his long way back to the dungeons. His clothes were getting to warm for him. After that, he'd go back to the classroom and wait for Ron.

He trekked down the flights of stairs, not even really aware of where he was going. It was times like this Draco's mind/thought process just took over completely. He liked times like this, though. He could actually think.

Draco wasn't really sure how well this summer was going to go. He was almost positive that Ron's parents would ban him from even coming close to their car, let alone their home. He wasn't really sure how Ron came up with this plan, or even why he was going along with it. It was too late now to turn back.

Along with that, Draco still didn't know why he felt so weird near the red head now. It felt like every time the blonde was near Ron, his stomach would knot together and it felt like he was going to literally puke butterflies. It was an awful feeling that Draco couldn't get enough of. He didn't understand it one bit, and he was worried that spending the summer with his friend might make it worse.

He'll just have to wait and see.

Platform 9 and ¾ was coming up, and Draco swore he could feel his stomach turning into mush.

He had got a letter back from his mother the other day. She had basically and politely told him that it was ok. Mainly because Draco had come up with some half-assed reason to not go home. He knew he'd have to go back when Harry and Hermione came to Ron's, but that wasn't until almost the end of summer. That gave Draco a little over three months to let go and be a kid. Oh, and convince some people he wasn't the spawn of evil. There was that, too.

Draco shifted in his seat as he felt the train start to slow down. He remembered what Ron had told him: "Wait around and look like you're waiting for your parents or something. Then, once most everyone is gone, come and find me on the other side of the Wall. We'll be waiting there!"

The train now came to a complete stop, and it was like a sound barrier broke. Almost in an instant Draco heard doors opening and people shouting. It made him not want to move even more. Draco chose to sit in the compartment for a few minutes more, making sure that the other students had a chance to find their parents first so they could leave sooner. He looked out the window on the wall next to him, resting his chin on a free hand, watching as people filled the Platform, left, and refilled it. Almost like a heart.

Once Draco realized the Platform was doing its fill-refill pattern much slower, he got up from his seat and made his way to the hallway. From there, he worked his way through the maze of the train to find a door to the outside world. His suitcases were already waiting for him by the time he got out the door. Draco glanced around the Platform, seeing now that there were only a few families left.

Draco grabbed his two over-sized bags and started to make his way to the Wall that Ron had told him to go. The red head described it a little bit, so it wasn't that hard to find. Draco had actually never used it before. Normally his family would aparate straight to and from the house. No matter, this would be a good experience for him.

It was almost like using Floo powder. There was a rush of everything, and then it came to a stop. Draco's head was spinning as the busy train station of London unfolded before him. He had to blink several times before his vision stopped flopping all over the place. Once his vision settled, Draco glanced around the station, looking for the familiar mop of red. He spotted it almost right away.

Ron had his back turned to Draco. It looked like he was arguing with his parents a little bit. Molly looked upset and Arthur couldn't help but glance around him. Draco smiled at that. Even though it looked like they came to the station often, Arthur still seemed intrigued by it. Draco was curious by it, too, but right now was not the time. Maybe sometime him and Ron would come back and explore.

Draco took a deep breath and started towards his friend and his parents. Molly immediately saw the blonde coming towards them and stopped talking. Ron saw this, turning around and seeing Draco right away. He smiled widely as Molly scowled slightly. Draco wasn't sure if he should smile back at Ron or turn around and run from his mother.

"Over here!" Ron called, even though Draco wasn't that far from them. The blonde took a leap of faith and strode over to them, letting his nerves show. If he showed Molly how nervous he was, maybe she wouldn't be as mean to him. That was a little chance, but it was one that Draco was going to hold onto.

"Hi…" Draco said in a small voice and a small wave. Molly went from giving him a dirty look to giving her own son an even worse look to the back of his head. Draco wasn't sure how Ron didn't feel it. It would have crushed the blonde, that look.

"Do you care to explain, Ronald?" Molly questioned in a threatening tone. Ron still didn't look at her and continued to smile at Draco. Draco shied away behind Ron.

"Mum, this is who's going to be spending the summer with us." Ron said with an excited voice, presenting the blonde to his mother. It was in this moment Ron turned around, moving next to Draco. He wasn't sure why, but Draco finally noticed just how much taller Ron was than him. It made him feel even smaller.

"I said explain, Ronald." Molly repeated with a harsher tone. Ron's smile faltered slightly. Draco knit his eyebrows together slightly and took a step forward. He wasn't about to let Ron get in trouble for all of this. Draco could have said no, but he didn't.

"He's just trying to be a good person, Mrs. Weasly. I don't have anywhere to go for the summer, and to be honest, I don't have many friends. Ron and I have become… good friends over the year. If you don't want me to come, I understand. I don't want to cause your family any discomfort." Draco calmly but sternly said. He meant every word that he said. Ron was trying to be a good person. And, to his surprise, Draco had become great friends with his worst enemy.

That was a mental shocker.

Molly leaned back on her feet, shifting her weight a little bit. Her angry expression had melted into something short of surprise. Draco braced himself for whatever punishment she had in store for the both of them. It was this moment Arthur chose to join the conversation.

"Draco, why do you want to be here?" He suddenly said. Molly gave him a sideways look, but didn't say anything. Draco looked straight at Arthur, a very tall man with spiky red hair sticking out at odd angles and clothes that looked like they were from Alice in Wonderland. It gave Draco a weird sort of comfort.

"I want to spend summer with my friend. And I want to prove to the both of you that I'm not like my parents." Draco slowly said. He knew that they'd know what he meant. Arthur leaned forward towards the blonde, making sure his face wasn't visible to Molly. He gave Draco a small wink before straightening back.

"I don't agree with Ron's choice, but I do believe we should give the poor boy a chance, Molly dear." Arthur said in a loud voice. Draco had to really fight back a smile. This felt like a scene from a book. Molly in her hand sewn, mismatched clothes, Arthur in his…well, mismatched clothes, Ron looking around like this was the most awkward thing in the world, and Draco just standing here. It just struck Draco as funny.

Molly's face now looked like stone. She didn't let any emotion cross it. It looked like she was thinking long and hard about what to do here. She glanced at her husband, then her son, and then let her gaze stop on Draco. It stayed like that for a minute, just the two of them staring at each other. Her face then collapsed in defeat, a giant sigh escaping her as she bent over slightly to let it out.

"Oh, alright."

"Yes! I love you mum, dad!" Ron exclaimed as he bounced up and down like a little girl. Draco could tell her was trying to hide the excitement throughout the entire conversation. Not that it was an exciting conversation. It was actually rather terrifying, in Draco's opinion. But he couldn't help but feel elated now.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasly."

"I'm not through with you yet, boy." She quickly said in a harsh voice. Ron let his mouth fall open as Draco stared at her with wide eyes.

"But you just said-!"

"I know what I just said, Ron. Just because he's staying at the house doesn't mean we trust him. You have to prove yourself, Draco. Otherwise you will not be welcome back." Molly sternly said. Draco looked at her while she was talking. He then glanced at Arthur, who secretly looked happy, then to Ron, who didn't secretly look happy. He was letting it show. Draco then looked back to Molly and took a deep breath.

"I promise I'll do whatever it takes." Draco said in a small, but sure voice. Molly placed her hands on her hip, turning away so that neither of the boys could see her smile.

"Well, we must be going! The car's been waiting for a long time!" Arthur exclaimed, moving the boy's along in the direction of the car. Ron looked at Draco and Draco looked at Ron. They just smiled at each other.

Let's just say the ride back to the Burrow was awkward.

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Wow, I REALLY never thought that I would ever up load again in this ever. I really didn't. But here it is. I know it's going back a ways, but this is the only part that's new that's really going to stay the same as it did before. If that makes any sense. Anyway, thank you everyone who have continued to follow this story even through my long absence! I love you all! Please leave a review and let me know what you think. This story is officially off hiatus!