So, yeah, another story. It's not much, but I actually had fun doing this one. I hope you like it too! Review!
P.S. I got the title from the song Dark, Sad, and Lonely Knight that's in Holy Musical B man! by Starkid. It's hilarious and I really recommend.
The French Ship (or maybe just the friendship)
Harry was walking nervously towards the common room, where he knew Ron and Hermione were waiting for him.
He really shouldn't be feeling like that, but after Sirius died, he hadn't really been himself, and his friends had noticed that.
How are you feeling? Are you okay? Those were everyday questions for him, no matter what he did. He was touched however, as he did had people who cared for him when he was down.
So, he walked on front of the Fat Lady muttered the password, Bumblebee, and entered the Gryffindor common room, where Hermione and Ron were animatedly chatting, which wasn't weird, but they were Ron and Hermione, and it should be taken in consideration that they were fighting at every moment they could.
"Hello Ron, Hermione," greeted Harry. He received a nod and a worried stare and wave.
Everyone could guess who did what.
"So Harry, how are you? I haven't really seen you this week," said Hermione looking at him directly in the eyes, as if daring him to say otherwise.
"Yeah mate, where have you been? Hermione and I have been bloody worried about you!" Ron whispered and shouted at the same time. Hermione swatted him on the head. It was a beautiful sight.
"I've actually been in the library doing the assignments–"
"Harry, you haven't been in the library, I have been there, but not you," Hermione said with her eyebrows raised. "You should tell us what you are up to, really!" she exclaimed.
"I don't actually, so if you excuse me–"
"Harry! We are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you don't want to tell us," said Ron, which shocked Hermione, Harry and everyone around them. Ron was the one of the trio with less tact, emotions and sense, but that sentence was the epitome of those three things.
"Don't need to look at me like that, mate! I'm not that much of an idiot you know," he scowled, but then grinned. "I surprised you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, a bit, but back to the topic. Where have you been Harry?" Hermione said as she crossed her arms.
Harry swallowed, that was a hard one. Not that he was being secretive, but he really did want his own space. "Um, well. I, erm, have been around the, um–"
"Harry, please be more eloquent,"
"What does that even mean?"
"Don't bother. Now, Harry, if you please,"
"Well, I've been in the Shrieking Shack," he said, his voice low.
Ron looked at him with wide eyes. "What?" The whole common room looked at him and he blushed Weasley-red. "I mean, what are you doing there?"
"It remembers me of, you know, Sirius," Harry now looked sad and melancholic.
Hermione looked sympathetic, which Harry hated. "Oh, Harry, you can't just do that. We remember him with other things, not that freaky house,"
But before she could finish, Ron interrupted: "Mate, you sound lovesick," he smirked and looked at Hermione, then Harry. "At least it's not Cho!"
Hermione laughed at loud at Ron's comment.
Harry looked at them with wide eyes, bloody hell.
"Oi! It's not like that!"