Hey there, I know this is nothing new, but I decided I didn't like the flow of this chapter all that much, so I am going to revise it a little.

Potions Are Funny Things

Chapter 3

"What did he mean by 'It must be a Malfoy thing', Hermione?" I asked, as we walked to Muggle Studies.

She smiled at me. "Well, I can't actually tell you, but it has to do with Draco Malfoy." I rolled my eyes.

"What does it have to do with him?" Gosh, it really felt weird to talk about myself like that.

"Well, Harry and Malfoy have a connection of sorts. They have been 'enemies' since first year, which might be Harry's fault because he had turned down Malfoy's friendship, but Malfoy had gone about trying to be Harry's friend all wrong." I sighed, I knew all of this or course, but 'Lily' didn't. She looked at me when I sighed, rolling her eyes. "I know, boys right? Anyway, Malfoy started to do anything to make Harry's life a living hell, therefore, they were around each other a lot. Harry doesn't really dislike Malfoy, he just thinks he can be a prat sometimes." I tilted my head to the side.

"He doesn't hate Draco?" She smiled at me.

"Not at all. I believe he would be friends with Malfoy now if he were still here, or if he hadn't been avoiding Harry all year." I blushed a little, remembering why I had been avoiding him all year. Harry had made my body feel funny, ever since he spoke at mine and my mothers trial.

"That's nice, maybe I'll tell Draco, he'd be thrilled." Hermione smiled for a moment, then scrunched her eyebrows together.

"When do you think Malfoy will be coming back?" I looked away for a moment, realizing that I didn't even know if the potion could be reversed.

"Honestly?" I paused, sighing a little. "Nobody knows." I looked back at Hermione, she looked sad, her eyes settled on the floor as we walked into the classroom.

"Do you mind if I call him 'Draco'?" I smiled a little.

"Sure, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He always said he looked up to the mighty brains of Hermione Granger." I chuckled, because I did, she was, after all, the brightest witch of our age.

"Really? That's surprising." I nodded.

"He really admired you, even from first year with the Wingardian Leviosa." She smiled at me.

"Who knew he admired me, that's kind of sweet." I laughed.

"Oh, he's the sweetest. He could never hurt a fly, his father called it cowardice, but it's not. He cares too much, his heart is like, I don't know, four times the size it should be." We laughed.

"Oh really? You'd never know here at Hogwarts." We laughed some more, the other students that were entering looked at us questioningly.

"Yeah, he never was one to show how he really felt." I smiled, though on the inside I was angry, angry with myself, angry with my father. It was his fault I was like that. I was just like him, his perfect son. He had been training me all my life to be a Death Eater.

I scowled at the desk in front of me.

"Hey Lily? Are you okay?" Hermione's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up at her, smiling faintly.

"Yeah, just thinking," She tilted her head, as if urging me to continue. "I was just thinking about Draco is all." She smiled sadly.

"Don't worry Lily, I'm sure he's going to be just fine, and will be back before you know it." I smiled sadly back at her, oh if she knew the truth, she might not be saying such things.

"Yeah." Hermione patted my shoulder, and she was beginning to say some more reassurances before our new Muggle Studies teacher entered the class, greeting up politely as she made her way to the front of the class.

Looking at her, I shuddered as I remembered watching the last muggle studies teacher be eaten, almost in slow motion, by good old snake face Voldemort. It was a horrible memory that I wish I didn't have.

I could feel Hermione shoot me a questioning glace, before she turned her attention to the teacher.

At Lunch

After Muggle Studies, Hermione and I met up with Ron and Harry to go to the rest of our classes, which were okay. Harry had been trying repeatedly to ask, or tell me something, though he had never really gotten the chance.

I sighed, placing my chin on my arms that rest on the Gryffindor table. The trio had gone up to the Gryffindor Tower for something. I stared at the old wooden table underneath my arms.

What was I doing? Befriending the bloody 'Golden Trio'. 'If my father could see me now, I'm sure he'd be so bloody proud.' I thought, sarcastically. I groaned, hiding my face within the folds of my arms; my father was the last person I wanted to think about.

"What's wrong Lily?" I heard from behind me. I turned around, slowly opening my eyes.

"Oh hey Harry. Done already?" He sat next to me, concern clearly written on his face.

"You didn't answer my question." I furrowed my brows.

"What?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"I asked if anything was wrong." His gaze locked with mine, his emerald eyes looking stunning as ever. I had never seen this concerned directed at me.

"Mm. No, nothing." I gave him a small smile. "I'm just tired is all." He didn't look convinced.

"Look-"

"Hey there guys. What did we miss?" Ron asked as he approached the table.

I tuned to face him, smile still on my face. "Nothing much. How many classes do we have left today?" Ron chuckled.

"Tired huh?" I nodded. "I think we only have, like, what? Two more?" Hermione nodded as they sat across from us.

I heard Harry sigh softly from beside me, I glanced at him as he ran a hand through his hair for a moment before joining in the conversation. Why was he so concerned?

I sighed, opting to just let it go and rejoined the conversation.

Yeah, I like the flow of this much better, what do you guys think?

~FMD