AN: NOT CRAZY!
Harry stared at Draco who was sitting at the slytherin table, making out with some random slytherin girl. No. Not staring, glaring. Yeah that's it, glaring, because he would never stare at a Malfoy! Never! Harry shuddered at the thought of it.
"Uhhh Harry?" asked Ron, his good but sometimes clueless friend, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah sure." he said, pulling his gaze away from Malfoy. "I'm fine."
Ron looked in the direction Harry had previously been staring. "Disgusting! How anyone would even go near that ferret! Don't you think?"
"You know you're just saying that because no girl wants to kiss you let alone go out with you." he said, distracted by the handsome boy they were discussing. No not handsome. Gross!
"Bloody hell Harry!" Ron practicly shouted, " And I thought we were friends!"
"Uhh yeah Ron," he answered, still distracted. " I mean, well I'm tired so I'm going to bed."
"Uhh Harry? Are you sure you're okay? I mean you just defended Malfoy and now you're going to bed just after breakfast!"
"Hmmm? Oh yeah Draco, I mean Ferret. Night."
So Harry left Ron sitting there. Sometimes people can be so clueless, he thought, thank god. He slowly made his way up to the gryffindor common room. He was just going to lay down for a bit. Maybe Ron was right, maybe he wasn't ok. Maybe, he thought but decided to leave that thought alone.
Hermione was waiting for him though. She stood in front of the portrait gaurding the room. She wasn't smiling.
"I know you're secret Harry." she said.
"Wha...what se secret?" he stuttered. Was his love, err hate, so obvious?
"Wrists. Now." was all Hermione said.
Harry pulled away. NO!, he thought, she mustn't find out!
He ran.
AN: Ok end of chapter R&R!