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Forbidden Love, Rivalry, and Two Drama Queens (A Drarry Fanfiction)

Harry sat on a plush maroon couch facing the great fireplace, flickering gently in the Gryffindor common room. He and Ron had plowed through a grueling Transfiguration essay, which Hermione was currently spell-checking for them. He was dozing off- daydreaming, one could call it- and it was nice. Quiet. Cozy. Peaceful. Ron was watching the twins and Lee roast marshmallows and levitate them onto first years, especially the girls with nice hair. Ron was laughing, telling Hermione to join in, as the twins had horrendous aim and had hit him in the face a couple of times, where streaks of sticky marshmallow were smeared across his freckled cheeks. They were busy, unlike Hermione's. And Draco's. Their faces were blank and freckle-less... they left room for doubt, but also passion and love. He loved Hermione, Harry did... in a sisterly way. Draco... he loved Draco...

Harry opened his eyes to see Ron peering at him nervously. "Blimey, mate. Is your scar bothering you again?" Ron's face cocked to one side, as Draco's did when he was overconfident. Ron smoothed his hair down. Harry imagined Draco's cold hands, running through his soft, light hair. His silky, gossamer hair that he played with during Care of Magical Creatures... always... Harry heard a horrible ripping noise. Ron looked mortified, staring down at his hands.

"Harry, mate. I'm concerned for you and all but, is my hair bloody alright?!" Ron turned around and frantically rubbed the back of his head, searching for a bald spot. Harry spotted a bright ginger hairball on the carpet and snorted.

"Yeah, Ron. You're fine. You've gotta have lots of hair to cover that big head of yours," Harry chortled, rubbing his neck sheepishly. Ron was knocked forwards as the twins and Lee suddenly appeared behind them. "Did we hear Percy mentioned? Don't bother writing to him, he's busy dealing with an investigation into his overuse of... ah, cologne. Apparently, it blinded an employee. Don't ask how we know." Harry laughed with them, as Ron angrily surfaced, his face so red it hid his freckles. The twins, seeing Ron's expression, left mysteriously fast, to where Hermione was sitting. "Gosh, those little gits. They think they're so great... Anyways Harry, are you alright?"

"Me? Oh yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just feeling a little, erm, queasy." Harry felt his eyebrows scrunch down, and knew Ron would catch onto something fast. He always called Harry out about this, and when he felt no accusing stare or comment, he panicked, before seeing Ron's attention wandering elsewhere.

"Hey Harry, you reckon Fred and George would eat a Blood Flavored Lollipop if I ate a cherry one in front of them?" He saw Ron's eyes dancing towards Hermione, and forced himself to hide a chuckle.

"Sure, Ron. Whatever you think. I'm getting a bit tired, I think I'll head up early tonight." Harry rose from his seat and climbed up the boys' staircase, hearing Ron's faint goodbye fading behind him. He pushed it aside, right now he had one task- and that was to satisfy his wandering mind. Harry looked around and saw a rising and falling lump in Neville's bed. He was the only one sleeping- snoring quite loudly too. Harry grabbed an old drawstring bag, one of Dudley's, and used it and his pillow to imitate his sleeping body. Sonorus, he whispered, and Neville's snoring gradually grew louder to hide the unmistakable silence that his snoring didn't fill. Throwing the invisibility cloak around his shoulders he quietly crept down the staircase. It was difficult navigating the crowded common room, and as Lavender Brown flung herself over another poor boy, he almost let the cloak slip.

"Balderdash."

"What? Who's there?" The Fat Lady was puzzled as she swung open, still drowsy from last night's late-night party. Harry snuck out of the room, nearly tripping over himself in forbidden excitement he hadn't felt in ages. It was a huge risk he was about to take, one that he had never dreamed of trying, and never would have dreamed of trying, if it weren't for... well... recent events.

Hello again! It's your annoying author. This was just an intro and the rest of the chapters should be much longer than this. I hope you enjoyed, and thanks so much for reading!