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"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione asked when I sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"I think something is wrong with Malfoy," I started staring at the doors waiting for him to come in.
"Why do you think that?" she asked curiously.
"I found him in a compartment alone, "I said my eyes never leaving the door, "And when I tried to talk to him he called me Harry and ran off."
"Screw him," Ron said jumping in the conversation, "He's a Slytherin."
"Shut up Ronald," Hermione said glaring at him, "This conversation doesn't concern you."
"You just wish you could be with this," he said smirking.
"Never," she said standing up and leaving.
"Ron," I said sighing, "Did you have to say that?"
"It's true," he said rolling her eyes and going back to eating.
Ron used to be a really good friend, but over the summer two years ago something changed him. He had turned into a completely different person. I hated what he had become. The three of us had a huge fight third year because of what he said to Hermione.
I wanted Ron to apologize, but he wouldn't. Since that year we haven't really talked, which is five because I found out that his mother and him were just trying to get money from me. It hurt that they did that, but I guess it was easier learning about it now.
With a sigh I finished my food and left the Great Hall and walked up the Gryffindor Tower. When I got there I changed my pajamas and looked out the window. I was surprised to see someone running to the Training Ground. As I watched them and noticed that that person had white-blond hair.
I jumped up quickly and started to run out of the boys room. Hermione was sitting on the couch reading one of her many books. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the corner of the room.
"Draco," I said panting, "He's outside, running to the Training Grounds."
"It's almost midnight," Hermione said confused, "Shouldn't he be in bed?"
"Yeah," I said nodding, "I have to find out what's wrong."
"Not yet," she said calmly, "Let Draco calm down first. If he's running around at midnight and not eating he's going to need time to think about what's going on before you come and question him about it."
"I just want to make sure he's okay," I said sighing.
"I know," she said sadly, "But first you need to let him figure things out. Wait a few days, maybe a week, then go talk to him."
"What if he needs to talk now?" I asked staring at him.
"Then let him know he can talk to you if he needs to," she said shrugging, "I'm sorry, but that's all you can do right now."
"I want to help him," I said sitting down in a chair.
"I know," she said soothingly, "Can I ask you something Harry?"
"Sure," I said closing my eyes.
"Why do you care so much about Draco?" she asked slowly.
"I…" I said before stopping.
"You like him," she finished for me, "It's okay if you do."
"Thanks," I said smiling.
"Go to bed Harry," she said kissing my forehead, "I know you need some sleep and so do I."
"Thank you Hermione," I said hugging her.
"You're welcome," she said nodding, "And next time you want to talk to Draco but you're not sure if it's the right time think about when you found out it's possible you're not a Potter."
"Yeah," I said walking up to my room.
I climbed into my bed and shut the curtains. Hermione was right. When I found out that it was possible that not only was I not a Potter, but that I might be a Snape, it took me days to be able to really talk about it.
Ever since than I've been trying to figure out what had happened. The only thing I could think of was Dumbledore. Every time I talked to Dumbledore about the James he would get angry and quiet.
Once I realized that he was doing this I thought about why he could be doing that. I brought it up at one point in time, but it just made him angrier and he had me leave his office.
After that happened I thought more about it. Then I noticed how different Professor Snape acted around me. I was surprised at this, but what really surprised me was when someone commented to me about looking like Snape.
When they said that I paid more attention to him and figured that they were right. Snape and I did look a lot alike. It took me awhile to think about what would happen if I was a Snape.
Draco and I never really talked, but it wasn't a secret that he was the sexiest man in Hogwarts. Last year I had figured out I was attracted to Draco, and I always thought that he would never want to date me.
Now that Draco had something going on in his life that was hurting him I wanted to be there for him. I knew that he wouldn't really want to talk to me if something was happening to him.
Hermione was right when she said he needed time, but if he was closer to me he wouldn't have had to do it alone. I had Hermione to talk to, but who did Draco really have to talk to?
Goyle couldn't keep a secret to save his life and Draco wouldn't go to him if there was something wrong. So really Draco didn't have anyone to talk to. Maybe I should offer to listen to Draco. He might really need someone before anything else happened while he wasn't ready for it to.
After thinking about all these things I started to fall asleep. There was a lot to think about, but there was nothing I could do. With one last sigh I let sleep drag me under.
As I slept my dreams were plagued with all the different ways I could talk to Draco and what could happen if no one did anything to help him. I didn't want Draco to get hurt even more than he already was.