A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait everyone! I know that I should have had this done about a month ago, but I am part of set crew for my school's play, and then we had a ton of snow up here. But I sat myself down and finally got this done. Thank you everyone that has stuck with it so far! And thank you everyone and anyone that has left a review so far! Now, please enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

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Ron paced back and forth across the kitchen. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, and it was driving him crazy. And it wasn't even three in the morning.

It had been almost a week since Draco played that song for his parents. It appeared to Ron that Draco and his parents were on very good terms. It made Ron really happy to see them all getting along, almost like they were family. It really did warm Ron's heart to see them all like that.

Ron made himself stop pacing. It took more effort than he thought it would. His mind was scrambled all about. The red head was certain that he looked like absolute shit. He could just feel the bags forming under his eyes and the sluggish feeling his mind would have in the morning. But no matter how hard Ron tried, he couldn't get his mind so settle.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of air, slowly filling his lungs and slowly letting it out. It calmed his heart, but not his nerves. Ron snapped his eyes open, an idea filling his mind to the brim.

"Parchment… I need some parchment…" Ron mumbled to himself as he scrambled around the kitchen, sifting through every drawer his mind could focus on. After a moment or two of searching the red head happened upon some paper and a quill. He spread it on the kitchen counter and tried to settle his thoughts before forming the words he wanted to write.

I have to word this just right… Ron thought to himself, dipping the quill in some ink before pressing it to the paper.

Dear Harry,

This is strange and kind of out of the blue. Right now it's only about three in the morning so a lot of this won't make sense. -

Ron stopped writing to a brief moment, staring down at his scratchy but curly hand writing. How was he supposed to word this without Harry becoming suspicious? He dipped the quill in the ink again, slowly writing his thoughts down, making sure they wouldn't run away.

- I had this dream, you see. It was a strange dream in itself, considering I wasn't being eaten by a dragon or going on some weird adventure with you and Hermione. It was actually kind of… normal. Except for the weird parts. Anyway, in my dream it was like a normal day at Hogwarts. No adventures, no fighting evil, no running for our lives. So it was a bit strange in the beginning, but dreams never really seem that strange when they're happening. Anyway, the really weird part of it was that we all – meaning you, me, and Hermione – were friends with Malfoy. –

It was hard for Ron to write "Malfoy" instead of "Draco". It didn't feel natural anymore. It felt wrong. More wrong than anything he's ever done. Ron had to fight back a few tears as he remembered the ending to his dream while dipping the quill once again in the ink.

- We all got along like we'd been friends since the first day of our first year. It was odd, but kind of peaceful. But, towards the end of my dream, something happened to Malfoy and he started to bleed everywhere and died in my arms. It was… weird. I woke up and just felt like crying. But it made me think. What if we really were friends with Malfoy? What if, one day, he came to us and begged for forgiveness? Would you accept him as a friend, Harry? I think I would, after that horrible dream. I dunno, I had to get this out of my system and my mind before it ate me apart.

From, Ron

Ron barely glanced over his letter, giving it just enough time to dry before folding it up and putting a stamp on it. If he thought about the letter for too long, he wouldn't send it. He needed to know. He needed to know if Harry would really accept Draco. Ron knew that Hermione would have trouble with it, but Ron wouldn't be able to bear it if Harry couldn't. Harry's his best friend… it would crush him.

"Why would it crush me?" Ron whispered to himself as he gave the letter to an owl sitting on the kitchen window sill. He watched it fly away until he couldn't see it anymore. Ron wasn't completely sure why he needed Draco to fit in with everyone. Now that he and Draco had become such good friends Ron couldn't imagine a life without him. Ron wasn't even sure how he went on before him and the blonde became friends. It all seemed like a dream.

As Ron stood and stared out the kitchen window, contemplating his newly forming life, he heard a slight thud behind him from the kitchen doorway. The red head turned, his eyes meeting with a beautiful head of blonde hair. He let out a chest-full of air he didn't even know he was holding and greeted Draco with a smile.

"Ron…? What're you doing up?" Draco questioned in a groggy voice. He stretched his arms above his head, his shirt rising up to just his belly button. It made Ron blush, but he pushed it away.

"I… couldn't sleep. I should be asking you the same thing." Ron replied, shaking the hair out of his eyes. Draco blinked a few times; his eyes still all squinty and tired looking. Ron raised an eyebrow, smiling to himself a little.

"Oh… ok." Draco mumbled, shifting around a little bit. Ron didn't even notice that the blonde didn't answer his question.

"Draco, are you still asleep?"

"It depends on how you look at it."

Ron chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand. Draco was entertaining while sleep walking, or whatever you would call this. The red head took a step or two towards Draco, giggles still escaping from his mouth.

"Let's get you to bed, alright?" Ron said between laughter. Draco sleepily nodded his head, turning on his heel ad almost falling over. Ron just barely caught him. As the red head carefully lead his friend back up the stairs, he thought about the letter and how Harry would react to it when he got it.

Ron just hoped there would be a good outcome.

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Ron's mind was fuzzy for a brief second before it fully clicked on. Screams filled the air of his bedroom. Ron couldn't pin point where they were coming from. He threw the blankets back, grabbing his wand from his night stand even though he legally wouldn't be able to use it. He wildly looked around the room, searching for Draco. And then he saw him.

Draco was lying in his make-shift bed, thrashing about and screaming at the top of his lungs. Every so often he'd break for a second to let out a loud sob, gulp for some air, and then start all over again. It made Ron sick to his stomach to see his friend like that. He threw his wand back onto the nightstand as he climbed down onto the floor.

"Draco, Draco wake up!" Ron exclaimed, shaking his friend with such a force Ron was certain it would leave bruises. The blonde reached up from under his blankets and grabbed onto Ron, his nails digging into his skin. Draco's face turned red as he tried to push Ron off of him in his sleep. Ron just grabbed onto Draco tighter.

"Draco, wake up!" Ron screamed as loud as he could. He didn't care if his parents woke up. Draco's eyes flew open, wild and panicked looking. They darted all around Ron's face as more tears fell. The red head let his face soften a little bit as he realized that Draco was waking up. He then blushed redder than his house colour when he realized was practically straddling the blonde.

"Ron… Ron, you're… it was a dream. It was just a dream…" Draco mumbled, his eyes locking with Ron's for a second before they moved away from Ron completely. It was in that moment the blonde started to cry really hard without making a sound. It was one of the strangest but somehow most beautiful things Ron has ever seen.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Ron quietly asked as his muscles relaxed a little bit. Draco's tears seemed to slow down as he looked back at the red head.

"I… had a dream. You were there and so was Vincent. But he wasn't really there, he was dead. And then you disappeared because you – because you die- "

Draco couldn't finish his sentence. Sobs overtook him. In a flash, Draco went from lying under Ron to half sitting up and clinging on to his friend for dear life. Draco's fingers wound themselves into the back of Ron's shirt, Draco's face buried into Ron's shoulder as it slowly started to soak through with tears. Ron was startled for a moment, never have seen the blonde like this before. He never thought he's ever see Draco like this. After the shock wore off, Ron wrapped his arms around Draco's slim frame, almost blanketing the smaller boy with his body. The blonde's cries were muffled into Ron's chest now.

"Draco, it's ok. I'm not going to die any time soon. I'm not going to leave you, either. I'm never going to leave you, ok? It's alright, Draco, I'm right here. You don't need to worry." Even as Ron said it, it didn't sound all that comforting. But, to Ron's surprise, Draco's sobs started to stop, now just small hiccups of tears. He pushed Ron back just a bit to look his friend in the eye.

Draco's eyes were red and puffy and so sad looking it tore Ron's heart apart. His face was red with tears stains, making it look blotchy. Draco's lips were all chewed up, but Ron guessed that was previously done. Draco was a little ball of nerves, so Ron didn't blame him. The blonde's usual cool grey eyes were now a deep colour of sadness.

"Thank you."

"For what?" Ron immediately replied. He felt like he hadn't done much.

"For waking me up." Draco replied in a small voice, but Ron felt like that sentence had more than one meaning.

"You need some sleep, mate." Ron mumbled with a smile. Draco nodded his head, flopping back down onto his make-shift bed. But he didn't let Ron go. He actually brought Ron down with him.

Ron let out a little yelp as he hit the bed. He could still feel Draco's hands wrapped around his waist. The burrowed himself into Ron, shifting around a bit before relaxing. Ron felt his skin heat up from the blush all over his body and tried to push Draco away. Draco just held on tighter.

"I'm going to sleep now." Draco softly said, almost unheard by Ron. Before Ron could think of anything to say, he felt and heard the steady breathing of Draco falling back asleep.

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It had been a few days since Draco's terrible nightmare. It was awkward waking up and tangled up in each other, but somehow the two friends were able to ignore it and continue on with their lives. Ron asked him a day or two later why Draco had been screaming so loud. Draco's face gave him a smile, but his eyes shouted with sadness.

"When you left in my dream, it was so quiet I had to fill the silence somehow."

That was all Draco was willing to tell Ron, no matter how many times the red head asked him. And with that, life continued on for the two.

It was currently almost four days since then. Draco had already gone up to get ready for bed while Ron finished his nighttime snack. As he brought the dishes to the sink, his eyes grazed over the window. In the darkness, Ron could just make out an owl flying towards the Burrow. A wide smile broke out on Ron's face as he threw the window open, just in time for the owl to come barreling through it. It landed on the counter behind Ron, an envelope clutched in its beak.

"Thank you." Ron quietly said as he took it from the owl. It squawked at him as it flew back out the window and towards the barn. Ron turned back to his letter. Written in Harry's boyish handwriting was "To Ron". He tore it open and carefully unfolded the letter.

Dear Ron,

I have gotten some surprising letters in my short life, but this one surprised me the most. Well, not really surprised… I don't know the right word for it, but it left at a loss of words when I first read it through.

This dream sounds very depressing. I don't know how else to voice the feeling I had when I read it. But it made me think, too. What if we really were friends with Malfoy? It made me think more about him asking for forgiveness. I honestly don't think that he would, since he's a proud person. But if he did, I would be more than willing to give him the chance. I don't see a reason why I wouldn't. I know he's done some horrible things to us in the past, but everyone deserves a second chance, right? I feel as if I'm rambling now.

I hope that the rest of your summer has been alright so far. Is it alright if I still come over before summer ends? I was thinking maybe a week before school started, but it's up to you and your parents. Be sure to say hello to them for me! I can't wait to see you all and Hermione. Have you talked to her at all over the summer? I haven't had the chance to yet.

But if Malfoy really did want to be our friend, he would have to prove himself. Just kind of for kicks, you know.

From, Harry

Ron read the letter again and again. He couldn't belief that Harry would actually accept Draco. Harry had a bigger heart than Ron knew. Ron refolded the letter, carefully sticking it in his jeans pocket. It made his heart swell with happiness that Draco would get the acceptance that he wanted. Ron then stopped in his tracks, staring straight at the floor.

Why was he so happy about Draco fitting in? Not all of his friends like each other, Ron knew that. Not even all of his family liked each other. So why should Draco, the person who made his life a living hell up until almost a year ago, mean so much to him?

It's not like I like him or anything. Ron thought. He laughed for a second, but then his face become hot and he was sure it was red. He got those stupid little butterflies in his stomach when he thought about liking Draco. He throat felt tighter just thinking about the blonde. Ron blinked and gulped for air several times before even trying to walk again.

He didn't like Draco like that, did he?

All the signs point to it. Ron thought as he pushed those thoughts away and clambered up the stairs to his room.

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This chapter isn't nearly as long as I wanted it to be. But I felt the need to upload it while I had everything in mind. I'm so sorry for the long wait! I went and saw the seventh Harry Potter movie today, and that inspired me to finish this chapter. I'll try to get another up soon!