Disclaimer: I do not own HARRY POTTER.

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Chapter 1

Harry stood in front of the Leaky Cauldron, he'd spent most of his summer here. Sometimes he'd stay at Draco's or sometimes at Ron's. He sighed—Draco's parents were fighting again. And kicked him out. He entered the pub slowly, smiled at the girl in front of him. He approached her slowly, kissed her on the lips and held her close. Soon they broke apart for the lack of air.

"Harry," She breathed.

"Hmm?" he asked, trailing kisses on her neck,

"Cho." She said.

It only took one word to make Harry's body go rigid. He quickly turned around to see his furious girlfriend staring at him. Her eyes glistening with tears, she dragged him off to a secluded area in Diagon Alley. When they arrived there, Cho quickly hit Harry on his arm and slapped him. She screamed all sorts of insults and such to him. After 10 minutes, which seemed to be an eternity of silence—he learned to shut out her voice a long time ago—there was an awful silence... except for Cho's occasional sniffing.

"Right. Erm. Sorry." Harry said staring at the floor, his hands fiddling with his hair.

"You good for nothing cockroach! Everyone was right about you." Cho hissed, stomping on his foot. Harry gasped in pain and hopped on one leg, his hands holding his now swollen and throbbing foot. "Bloody stilettos." He mumbled.

Snap. Harry looked around, finding the source of the sound, it didn't sound too threatening, but nevertheless he paced the alley, searching for the person. He pressed himself against the wall, walking—more like limping, towards the corner. He sighed and closed his eyes shut, counted to three, then he quickly turned around the corner, his wand in the air. He head an ear-splitting shriek come from the person right in front of him. Harry jumped at the sight of her, he expected a reporter, or his classmate, or even a death eater, and the last this he expected was... a girl wearing a maroon sweater, holding books, her curly chestnut brown hair down, and bearing such beautiful, deep, hazel brown eyes.

"I don't see why you make such a big deal about my life." Harry said in a matter-of-fact tone crossing his arms in front of his chest, "Why were you eavesdropping?"

"No, erm, it's just that... I was just passing by—" She reasoned, but he quickly cut her off.

"And you decided to peek into the lives of other people. What a shame, so, what do you think of my life? Huh? Did you find out anything interesting?" Harry asked, raising one eyebrow at her.

"Yes, I've come to the judgment that you're a great jackass." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," Her name just seemed to roll off his tongue, "I have a feeling that we'll see each other again." He said coolly and walked past her, Hermione stood there, glued to her spot. She heaved a sigh of relief and sunk down to the floor. Put her head in her hands.

I have a feeling that we'll see each other again. That phrase rang in her head over and over again. She felt a chill run through her body as she sensed the coldness of his eyes, the harshness of his voice, and the look he gave her, she sighed and left the area quickly, trying to leave what happened there, she wasn't going to bring it with her..

"Ron!" she screamed and pulled the fiery red-head into a big hug. "How are you? I haven't seen you all summer!"

"Nothin' much happened. Oh yeah, we went to New Zealand, there were very few wizards, though. Dad got interested at the number of muggle shops they had. And I'm a prefect this year, everybody didn't seem to believe me, though."

"That's great! I'm a prefect, too!" Hermione said ecstatically, "By the way, how's your sister? I haven't spoken to her in ages!"

"Erm, she's just found out that that incredibly arrogant and self-centered boyfriend of hers cheated on her, I'm going to murder him, even if we're friends."

I have a feeling that we'll see each other again. Hermione shook her head slightly, trying to rid that... prediction from her head. Harry Potter should be the least of all her worries, they barely know each other.

"He cheats on everybody, you know Harry Potter. I suppose he won't change." She shrugged her shoulders and went off to buy her robes and school supplies, they were going to Hogwarts today.

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"My, my, my! I expected Hannah here, but I didn't expect to see Harry Potter sitting on the bed, alone, wincing as he is nursing his... what the hell happened to your foot?!"

"It fucking bled! That bitch!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his wound with damp cloth, "Goddamn shoes. I swear it's a bloody murder weapon."

Draco howled with laughter, clutching his stomach and leaning on the wall. Harry scowled and rolled his eyes at him, idiotic git. After 5 minutes, he got up, approached Draco and punched him square on the jaw. His loud laughter was replaced with ruffled sounds, curses and gasps of pain. Harry smirked at him and laughed at him mockingly.

"Dude, your house elf came a while ago. Here," Draco handed Harry a miniscule trunk the size of a matchbox, Harry simply tapped it with his wand and it returned to its original size, "Your school stuff and all your clothes are there."

"Right." Harry said, limping to the other side of the room, getting his coat which hung untidily by the lamp stand. Draco let out a light chuckle, obviously restraining himself from bursting out laughing at his best friend's pathetic appearance. Harry shot glares at him, and Draco still laughed, not threatened at all.

"What? If I'll laugh you'll run—limp, I mean—after me?" He said and sat down on the couch, laughing. Harry sat beside him and looked at him expectantly.

"What?" Draco asked.

"I can't believe I let Cho stomp on me like that" Harry said, put his hand to his forehead and groaned loudly, "She's annoying as hell."

"That my friend, is the reason why life should consist of a string of one-night stands!" Draco said exuberantly, "Not marriage and that sort! We're only kids!"

"What about—"

"Oh shut up, you-know-who just came to power months ago! He's still weak."

Harry bent his head, Voldemort's still weak because of me and Dumbledore, and if I don't do anything fast, he'll come to power sooner. Dumbledore hasn't wrote in weeks, that usually means that I've nothing to do for the moment...

"Harry Potter's such a whiner." Draco teased.

"I am not."

"You're just upset that what happened between you and Hannah and Cho happened to reach your other girlfriend."

"Shut up, you prat."

Draco chuckled and patted Harry on the back, "Aren't you coming? For breakfast?"

"Nah." Harry said, limping towards the threshold, "I'll be fine."

"I suppose." Draco said, eying Harry's injured foot. "That's a pretty wise decision, you know. The Weasleys are here, as well as Cho. Oh yeah, and Hannah. By the way, platform 9 ¾, 10:45, sharp. Okay? If not I'll hex you to oblivion, I need a wingman."

Harry groaned and said nothing, instead he opened the door wider, "Well, Malfoy?" gesturing towards the hallway.

"Why do you have such a temper, Potter? Oh this will be such a blast, Harry Potter, got beat up by a silly girl."

Harry smiled at him and pushed him out the door, "Right, see you."

After Draco left, Harry sighed and slowly walked to his bed, he said at the edge and gathered his belongings. As he was fixing up, he jumped at the sound of pounding on his door. He slowly walked over there, "Just a minute." He called.

He opened the door to find a furious Ron Weasley staring at him, his ears blood red and his fist high up in the air. "Oh, it's you." Harry said and ruffled his hair, "What do you want?"

"What I want, Potter, is you to stay the bloody hell away from my sister." Ron threatened, "Or I will not hesitate to hit you on the face."

"Listen, I really don't have the time for this."

"You seemed to have all the time in the world when you were making out with some other girl in the bar in front of Ginny."

Harry frowned, he had no recollection whatsoever with what happened last week, he just remembered walking into the bar with her then waking up naked in a room in the Three Broomsticks. He rubbed his forehead and sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"You don't remember, do you?" Ron asked.

Harry simply nodded. Ron's expression became worse, he clenched his fists harder, and his brows furrowed in anger, his eyes squinted and his ears turned redder—if that was possible. And before Harry knew it, he was lying on the floor, his nose throbbing with pain and blood trickling down his face. He looked up to see Ron, who was sneering at him.

"That's for my sister." Ron said, rushing out the room.

This isn't going to be a good day...

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"Whoa, what happened to you?" Draco asked as he looked at Harry, who was sporting a black eye and a bleeding lip.

"Ron" he answered quietly, Draco laughed and shook his head, "You've really got to stop messing with Ginny, Ron, and any other Weasley for that matter."

"Sod off, Malfoy."

"This year's going to be tough on you. A word of advice, don't ever talk to: Lavander—she's still angry at you for the incident during the 5th year, Ginny, Cho, Ron, Hannah, George and Fred Weasley—they're bound to hex you every now and then and, last but not least, Hermione Granger."

"What does Hermione have to do with me?"

"She's your wife, remember?"

"Oh. Right. That was just a dream, Malfoy. Why would I marry her anyway?"

"You got me." Draco said, "It's weird though, your dream sounded so real, it was... creepy. Imagine being married to a girl who stuck her nose in books all day." Draco shivered slightly, putting his arms around himself, "I think I just had goosebumps."

"For the last time, sod off, Malfoy." Harry said.

"You're such a jackass." Draco laughed and continued walking towards the train.

Harry stood there glued to his spot, I've come to the judgment that you're a great jackass. Hermione's harsh words rang in his head over and over again.

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A/N: Yes, I edited my story. So I hope this is a better version. I got my fingers crossed.

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