Short little thing that's got like, five different versions on my computer. I'm hoping its gonna let me write my smut that's due tomorrow, but nothings looking do good right now…gosh darn it! So, hope you like it!

I can see you. As you pull away from your friends, the only family that you've ever known. I know I can't be the only one, but it feels that way. No one stops you, no one says, "Hey mate, how's it going?" anymore. You're Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding World that no one needs anymore.

I can see it in your eyes, the silent pleading of don't let me go, never let me go, but no one notices. Sometimes I wonder if you know I can see you and your pleading, wondering if I'm ever going to do anything about it.

And the sad thing is, I don't know.

That all changed today. The look in your eyes was more desperate, more needy. No one saw it. And then I found out why. Your werewolf, Remus. He had died; he had gotten drunk and fell asleep on Sirus's grave. He was the only thing you had left to your godfather, your parents; he was all you had left of you.

I stand up, gaining nods and glances from the people around me, but I don't care about them. All I can see are your eyes, your pain that no one else can see. I can see it. I don't understand why I can, but I know I do. I've wondered at that, why I can see you, the real you and no one else can.

I think it's because we are/used to be 'enemies' I spent so much time watching you, studying you. I knew almost every little detail about you; I made it my job to know every little detail about you. I don't remember when I started to see you change.

I walk across the Dining Hall, towards you and your table. I can feel eyes on me, and I can hear the quiet mutters, but I let it slide of my back like I always do.

I stop in front of you. Your 'friends' are on either side of you and Ginny's in front of you. You notice me first, your eyes move up from the food on your plate. Not that you're eating any of it, just sliding it around like a child.

Everyone else has already stopped talking, but it takes the Weasel and Bushy Head a few moments to notice what everyone else already had.

Your eyes are locked on me, and I wince in disgust at myself when I see the glimmer of hope in your eyes. The Weasel stands, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

I look at him for a second than back at you, "I wish to speak to…Harry." Why did I use your first name? It's almost worth it to see their eyes widen.

"What do you want with him?"

I glance at him again, disgust in my eyes. "I think it is up to Harry if he wants to speak to me or not, Weasel, so sit down, and continue with stuffing your face like a pig."

He blushes, and I smile inwardly as his face starts to match his hair. The Weaselette, looks to you, "Harry, stay here, you can't get into any more trouble!"

I look at you, daring you to come with me. "I believe Harry can make his own decisions, Weaselette."

I smile inwardly again as you start to stand. The Mudblood grabs your arm, "Harry! You can't be considering going with him! He's probably going to attack you!"

You yank your hand back, "Voldemort's dead, Hermione, it's time to get over everyone's differences."

I smirk as you walk away. You're pretending, but it's worth it this time. Besides, I'm going to make you stop pretending and become you again.

I think this is gonna be the end for this one, I don't know, it just seems right to end it here! I don't know, we'll see. Tell me what you think!