A/N: As you can see, I'm updating. Don't expect it be on a regular schedule though. Between school and other things, including laziness, so it won't be so often. Offer anything you have to offer in the reviews, tell me mistakes, anything of that sort.
-Blue Pen Obsessive
Maybe she wanted to be his friend as much as Harry did.
The lunch of the first day back to classes, Harry told Hermione and Ron to go on without to the Great Hall.
"Harry, I know it's difficult, but you shouldn't be skipping meals. It's not healthy and you're already so small –"
"I'm not skipping lunch; I'm just eating somewhere else. If you don't believe me, I'll promise that I'll be there for dinner, okay?"
Hermione blushed at how he was responding, finally realizing how she was sounding to him, but that didn't stop her.
"You better be there for dinner. Where are you going?"
"I'll explain later, okay? I'll promise I'll eat dinner with you guys."
Hermione never had a chance to respond. Harry was already walking away, waving back at them.
Ron started tugging at Hermione's sleeve. "Come on; let's get to the Great Hall."
"Ronald, you're best friend is skipping lunch and all you can think about is still food."
~.~Let's Sing~.~ (or Hiss)
The classroom Diane showed him was not in the dungeons. For all the things he could explain, a reason for being in the dungeons when he should be eating is not one of them, especially to Professor Snape.
It was the same floor as the library. Diane told him the short story of the adventure finding the classroom.
Diane spends quite a bit of time in the library, mainly for the fact that most of the students in her year didn't like to socialize with her. Only student she really talked to was a Ravenclaw who was more of an outcast than she was.
No food is allowed in the library, so she spent her time nicking food and eating in odd places. One of the most common of odd places was the corridors of the school. The hallways were usually empty during this time of day, so she didn't have trouble finding one. She stuck close by the library, since she spend so much time there, and one corridor led to another until she found a empty classroom. It wasn't the only one she has ever found, but one of the more secluded ones. It was too far in the empty part of school for anyone to want use of it.
Diane promised to be waiting for him at the most outward corridor, to show him once again how to get by.
"But," she promised, "this is the only time I will do this for you. The rest, it's your responsibility not to get lost."
Sure, enough, the dark girl was waiting for him at the corridor with her schoolbag looking a big larger than usual.
"Let's go," she said softly before heading into the long and many hallways.
He vaguely recognized the way from before. The trip, much like this was, was traveled in silence.
It was comfortable, unlike most of the silence he experiences now. The silence was created harshly, the whisperings stopping the moment he walked in.
Soon enough, they reached the big but old wooden door. Diane reached out to open it for him.
"Thank you," he said quietly, entering the room.
The door made a creaking noise when closing it, with a soft thump when it reached it originally spot.
The unused classroom was different than the ones he had classes in. Though each classroom had its own unique factors, each one had one in common. Each could seat at least thirty students. This one looked like it could maybe seat ten students with a teacher's desk.
Its walls were a paling light brown with a window on one. The ceiling was a plain white and the floor wooden, holding up three small desks with three chairs, all wore out.
"Sit down," Diane suggested to Harry, waving her hand towards the group of chairs.
As Harry did, a bag of food appeared before him.
"I'm not sure what you want, but you can take whatever you want, just as long as you leave something for me."
She took out an apple and Harry was free to take a look inside the bag.
There was nothing really inside that needed anything but hands to eat. There were more fruits inside, some sandwiches, and some chocolates. He took out two sandwiches and began to eat.
Harry looked over to Diane, sitting in one of the other chairs. She wasn't sitting normally; her back wasn't to the back of the chair, it was on the side. Her legs were pulled up to her chest and Harry realized just how small she was to do that without being in danger of falling off.
Harry could never insult someone for their size, since he was one of the smallest of his year. He was growing faster than he has ever done before, because of the food Hogwarts provided and Madam Promfrey's nagging, but he was still behind the others.
The girl was even tinier than him. It was embarrassing to admit, but most of the girls he knows are a bit bigger than him. This year, however, he was reaching catching up.
"You're really small," Harry blurted out.
Diane looked up from her bite of the apple. The time she took to chew seemed to last forever.
How could he ask that? Of all the things he could have said, he told her that she was really small. He doesn't even understand why he did. It was going through his mind, but why?
"I've noticed."
She said that with a smile. She isn't mad with him, though it wouldn't make sense if she was. So what she's small? It doesn't matter.
"I'm sure I'll catch up in growth. Surprisingly, I'm one of the oldest in my year, though also the smallest."
"Really?"
Stop with these responds, contribute something to the conversation.
"Yeah, I was born in September, near the end. Just month before and I would have been in your year."
The girl was only three months younger than him, but she was so small.
Okay, the fact that she's really small isn't going to affect him all that much.
"How are you adjusting back to the classes? Must be hard not to goof off all the time, huh?" Diane asked, teasing lightly in the end.
"It's not that bad getting used to it again. I'm used to waking up to a strict schedule, so that's not too difference."
"Hmm, me too. Wake up at half past six every day. Go back to sleep sometimes, though."
Silence. Harry realized that he really made friends before. Ron and he just became friends because of the train ride and Hermione because of the troll. They just became friends; there was no leading up to it. It happened and it was done. Rest of Gryffindor just accepted for because he was the Boy-Who-Lived.
Diane wouldn't just happen. They would take time and become friends.
Harry found that for all the silences that they might have, he didn't mind.
~.~Let's Sing~.~ (or Hiss)
They finished eating and Diane gave him a bottle of pumpkin juice.
"I've had them from the train ride and they're just so useful," Diane told him while throwing him the juice. Harry caught it without a hesitation.
"Good reflexes."
"I need them. I'm a seeker and need to avoid getting hit."
"I've only been to one game for Quidditch. Flying seems alright, but the sport I've got no love for. Football's much better."
"You're like one of my housemates. He's a muggleborn and tries to convince everyone to learn about muggle sports."
"Well, they make much more sense. You don't try to hit a ball at someone so they could fall to the ground. Quidditch never made much sense to me."
"Football doesn't to me."
"I thought that you were raised by muggles though."
Silence came once again. Harry was raised by muggles. He doesn't have a reason for why he's lacking so much in muggle knowledge. With purebloods like Ron, they think that he's a muggle expert and Hermione wasn't interested that much with finding out why Harry was lacking things that she was probably also.
He couldn't explain that he never liked football because Dudley used take it and kick it into him before just kicking Harry himself.
"I was; just never had any interest in sports that I'm not too good at. How come you know that I was?"
"Common knowledge throughout Hogwarts."
"Try not to believe everything that's said."
"I won't, if you can provide me with the correct info."
"I don't mind at all."