CHAPTER 3:

When Harry reached the Gryffindor common room, he was out of breath and shaking with adrenaline. In an attempt to escape from Draco as soon as possible, he sprinted down the long corridors, until he was finally in the safety of familiar territory. He leaned against the portrait of the fat lady who was fast asleep and snoring loudly. Sweat dripped down from his face and on to his chest that had remained exposed after Draco undid the buttons. Harry mentally chastised himself for ever thinking to go down there to speak to Draco. He had thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to reach common ground with the Slytherin and possibly have someone to talk to, but what he got was completely degrading and utterly sexual. He could hear his heart still pounding in his ears, even as his heart rate slowed down to a normal rhythm.

"Well aren't you going to come in already? You're keeping me from my beauty rest!" The fat Ladies voice startled him away from the portrait, as he stared at her angrily.

"Crickets tongue." He gritted his teeth as he spoke the password, and then kicked the portrait as he entered the common room. He was in no mood to be bothered by anyone, even supposed inanimate objects. The light from one of the fireplaces immediately caught his attention. He wasn't surprised in the least to see Ron and Hermione, both asleep cuddled on the couch. He knew they had probably been waiting up for him, but he just couldn't bring himself to wake them up. All he wanted was to get into his room and never come out again. As he slowly tiptoed past the sleeping couple he couldn't help but notice how lovingly wrapped together they were. Hermione was nestled in Ron's arms, while he held her protectively to his chest. Harry inexplicably felt a sharp pang in his heart as he looked at them with longing. He had always wanted someone to hold and to love; instead he had his worst enemy lusting after him, for nothing more than good shag. He sighed deeply than slowly made the rest of the way to his room.

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Harry groaned as he rolled in his bed. His entire body was aching from and awful night's sleep and he was in no mood to start his day off with a double class of potions. Without opening his eyes, he kicked the covers off of his legs, and rubbed at his face. He was about to fall back into a light slumber, when the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly next to his ear startled him awake.

"Good morning sunshine," Hermione stared down at him with a not so pleased grin on her face. Harry quickly sat up, and stared at her with confusion.

"Bloody hell 'mione, what are you doing in here?" she crossed her arms in front of her chest, and scowled menacingly at him. Harry now knew that he was in for it.

"We waited for you last night. I was completely worried sick! And here you are sleeping like a little baby as if nothing is wrong!" Ron suddenly appeared at the door way and moved to Hermione's side.

"Calm down love, I'm sure harry has a good explanation for why he came back so late…don't you Harry?" Ron gave Harry a pleading look behind his girlfriends back. Harry knew he would have to come up with something quick, or Ron would have a very pissed off girlfriend to deal with the rest of the day.

"I'm really sorry guys. I-I fell asleep last night at the uh…astrology tower. By the time I returned you were both already asleep, and it felt wrong to wake you." Harry tried to give her his most sincere look that he could muster, and by the way her scowl slowly softened, he could tell he had done his job.

"Well, alright, but don't ever do that to me again! Do you hear me Potter!?" Harry nodded his head obediently as Hermione wagged her finger in his face. She seemed satisfied, and after a moment turned on her heels and walked to the door. "I'll wait for you two downstairs. And hurry, I don't want to be late for potions." Both he and Ron gave her bright smiles to appease her. As soon as she left though, they both sighed deeply and relaxed their stiff postures.

"Sorry 'bout that mate, I tried to control her, but you know Hermione…so um, where were you last night, really?" Ron gave Harry a pointed look, which made Harry feel slightly uneasy. He sometimes hated the fact that his best friend knew him well enough to know when he was lying. He swung his legs over the side of his bed so he was now sitting up. Harry motioned for Ron to sit next to him, and the boy obliged.

"I went to see Malfoy last night." Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise, but waited for Harry to continue. "I don't know why I went. I guess I thought maybe he had something worthwhile for me to listen to, but…" Harry shook his head as he wasn't sure how to continue. He knew he definitely was not going to tell Ron exactly what had happened. They were best friends, but there was only so much Ron could handle before he blew a fuse. After a moment's pause Ron put his arm around Harrys shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Look Harry, I know you've been really confused lately, but you don't have to stoop all the way down to Malfoy. Hermione and I are here for you no matter what. Don't ever forget that." Harry gave Ron a weak smile. He knew his friend meant well, but Ron would never really be able to help him out of this one. This was something that Harry would have to figure out all on his own, and he had no idea how to do it. "Come on. You should get dressed. You wouldn't want 'mione on your arse for making her late." He clapped Harry on the shoulder, then stood up and made his way downstairs. Harry sighed heavily then made his way to the lavatory.

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Now for Chapter 4 whats going to happen

When Draco and Harry have to confront each other in potions class…..