Chapter Three; What Happened Again?

Harry woke up suddenly.

"Hermione!" Harry groaned.

Hermione stopped shaking him.

"Harry! Get up!" She said.

"I'm so tired though..." Harry said and rolled on his stomach so his face was buried in his soft pillow.

"Well, that's what happens when you stay up till three in the morning..." Tutted Hermione.

Harry turned back around to face her.

Three in the morning?

Oh.

That's right. He had bumped into Draco yesterday night and then they had gone to Hogsmead and then they had gotten...

Harry gasped.

Hermione lifted an eyebrow.

"Remembering what happened?"

Harry nodded and smiled.

"Yeah..." He mumbled, letting his mind drift off to last night.

Hermione looked confused.

"What?" He asked.

"Why are you...smiling?"

Harry shrugged.

"I had a really good time last night. Draco's quite funny actually." He chuckled.

"But Harry, why did you have to get high?" Asked Hermione, and Harry realised she actually looked a little upset.

"Let alone getting high with Draco Malfoy!" She added in a huff.

"I've always wanted to try it, and last night I needed...an escape of some sort. And so I got high...with Draco." Harry answered.

Hermione sighed.

"Harry, marijuana is really dangerous. It can damage your brain!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Said Harry.

Hermione sighed again.

"Just promise you won't do it again."

Harry thought about it.

Could he promise?

He wanted to do it again...with Draco. He felt a little excited every time he thought about it. And anyway, hadn't he already told Draco they would do it again?

"I promise." Harry lied.

Hermione sighed in relief and Harry felt a twinge of guilt.


"Harry!" Bellowed Ron as Harry sat next to him at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

Harry smiled nervously at his friend.

"Hello." He replied and took some bacon and eggs.

He glanced over at the Slytherin table.

Draco was there, heatedly talking with Parkinson and Zabini.

Well, it was mostly just Parkinson. She looked ecstatic with glee, while Zabini just looked at Draco with a knowing smirk.

Draco looked both sulky and happy with a hint of anger.

Harry wondered how on earth someone could feel those three things at once.

He thought he recognised that look. He thought Ron had looked like that once, on the day he told Harry he was in-

Ah.

The look was called being in love with someone. And the person you love doesn't even know it. Unrequited love.

Harry wondered who Draco was in love with.

"Harry!" Ron shouted. "Stop staring at the Slytherin table and listen!"

Harry blushed.

"Oh, sorry..." He said with a sheepish grin.

Ron just shook his head.

"Anyway, what I was saying was," He said.

"Why on earth did you hang out with Malfoy till three in the morning?!"

Harry sighed.

"I was angry that night and I decided to go for a walk, I bumped into him, we talked a little, then I said I was going to Hogsmead, he came with me, I bought...stuff, and then we went to a lake to...you know...' Harry trailed off.

He didn't want people overhearing him saying he'd gotten high.

It was illegal after all.

"But why Malfoy!" Said Ron, sounding exasperated.

"He's not that bad, Ron!" Said Harry defensively.

Honestly, could they not just move on? The war was over.

Draco had changed.

"He is!" Replied Ron.

"Oh, honestly, Ronald." Hermione said.

"Harry's right, he isn't bad. The war is over now, and Draco-" Harry smiled. Ron gasped. "-only did the things he did for his family. Yes, Harry shouldn't have gotten high, but it doesn't matter that he did it with Draco."

"Thank you, Hermione!" Said Harry.

Ron looked grumpy.

"Fine."

Harry sighed in relief.

A/N: Yes I know, it's very short compared to the other chapters, but I wrote one big one and then decided it fit better as two. Don't worry, I've already posted the next one. - Ritz :)