Authors note/disclaimer: I do not own, in any way shape or form, the Harry Potter, it's characters, etc. They all belong to its creator and owner J.K. Rowling. Further more I have gained nothing, other then a sense of accomplishment, from posting this story. Sorry, if the format of the story bothers you, I tried rewriting it into a non-playish piece, but it turned out all retarded so I stuck with this. If you read please take the time to review, and there will be future chapters.

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Wondering the halls looking for Draco for a reason he couldn't even remember, Vincent spotted his bestest friend standing alone looking out one of the windows.

Vincent: "Hey do you know where Draco went off too?"

Gregory: "No idea."

Vincent: Disheartened and tired of being awake, Vincent turns away from Gregory and begins to descend some stairs. "Thanks anyways."

Gregory: "Wait!"

Vincent: Stopping and turning to face his friend. "What?"

Gregory: An odd smile spanning his face. "Where ya going?"

Vincent: "Our room."

Gregory: "Why?"

Vincent: "To get some rest, you know? Before Draco comes back and starts bossing us around."

Gregory: "Yeah I guess that's a good idea, mind if I tag along?"

Vincent: Looks at Gregory as if he's lost what marbles he had left in his skull. "Are you okay?"

Gregory: Not noticing the look he was getting. "Yeah! Why?"

Vincent: "Umm…no reason…lets go."

As Vincent starts down the stairs again Gregory rushes to catch up with his friend, and after almost tumbling down the stairs both boys were walking side by side.

Vincent: Feeling Gregory's arm move up to rest upon his shoulder. "Greg?"

Gregory: "Yeah?"

Vincent: Annoyed at the nonchalant response from his seemingly clueless friend. "Why is your arm around me?"

Gregory: Obliviously cheerful and unaware of Vincent's annoyance. "Oh yeah, sorry." Gregory slid his arm off of Vincent's shoulder, down his back, and wrapped around his waist.

Vincent gave a startled yelp and pushed Gregory so hard that he fell to the scraggly stone floor.

Vincent: "What the blue blazes do you think you are doing?"

Gregory: Still on the ground, tears forming in his eyes. "I, I…jus…"

Vincent: Anger and an inexplicable fear rising within him. "Just what!"

Gregory: Bearably auditable through the coming tears. "Forget it!"

Gregory tried to get up but embarrassment and shame plagued his legs and caused him to fall back on the floor two more times before scrambling away in the opposite direction of their dormitory. Bewildered at what had just happened, Vincent stared at Gregory's back as he ran off to God knows where.