Don't Let Him Go pt.1
"I'm going to miss it here" Admitted Harry.
He, Ron, and Hermione were lying on the green grass looking up at the clouds passing by lazily in the sky.
"You're going to miss risking your neck every year to come to Hogwarts?" Ron asked.
"That's not what he meant, Ron." Hermione huffed. "And you know it."
"Yeah, yeah. I was just asking."
"What about you guys, are you going to miss Hogwarts?" Harry questioned.
"I suppose so," Ron replied first. "But I won't miss the work…or the tests….or the teachers."
"Then what will you miss?" Hermione laughed.
"The food, the girls, and …Hagrid, maybe."
"Ron, you're ridiculous." Harry chuckled.
"I'm going to miss almost everything." Hermione admitted. "Everything is going to change so much after we leave Hogwarts for good. We won't be able to see each other every day."
"We know, but let's not talk about that right now." Ron whined. "Instead, let's tell Harry about our plan."
"Your plan?" Harry was filled with both curiosity and apprehension.
"Oh, Harry, I almost forgot!" She exclaimed. "Ron and I are planning a party to celebrate graduation. There's at least one person from every house helping us."
"Did the teachers agree to this party?" Harry asked.
"Well…not exactly."
"In other words, no." Ron stated.
"It's completely unlike you, Hermione."
"Ssshh, Harry." Ron hissed at him. "Or you'll end up talking her out of it."
"Don't worry about that, I'm already set on having the party." Hermione reassured him.
A chorus of chatter and giggles could be heard from the opposite side of the courtyard. Harry propped himself up onto his right arm and looked at the people around the yard.
The laughter came from a group of Slytherins. And as he predicted, Draco Malfoy was in the middle of the crowd flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
He knew that if he stared long enough, Draco could feel his eyes on him. Slowly, eventually, he met Harry's gaze. At first his eyes seemed unsure, insecure, and then they appeared to switch automatically to cold and hateful.
Harry drank him in, everything about him that he could in that moment. Draco's platinum blond hair glistened in the sunlight falling across his chiseled facial features that were twisted and contorted into his famous sneer. The one, Harry liked to think, that Draco reserved for him personally.
"Harry…Harry, come on." Ron called to him as he shook his shoulder. He and Hermione had already gathered their things and were waiting for him. "We have to get to the library."
Harry looked up at them.
"You are coming, aren't you Harry?" Hermione asked.
"No," He sighed. "I'm going to stay here a while longer. Go ahead without me and I'll catch up with you all later."
Hermione tilted her head to the side. "Are you sure, Harry?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later."
"Alright…"
Harry waited till his friends were out of sight to turn his head back to look at the Slytherins once more. But he couldn't find them, they had gone.
Crushed, he sighed and lay back on the ground and looked at the sky.
