A/N: I just had to clear some things up. It seems that many think that I'm going for a Harry, Hermione, Draco thing. I'm not. Harry said Hermione is his mind because he always relied on her so much for help. She has his heart because she is his best friend. Harry never has and never will see Hermione as more than a friend. I can't say much more because it will give the plot away, but Hermione won't be bothering Harry and Draco for long... Hope that clears some things up for you all...Pravus

This is just a little teaser for the next chapter...

I Saw Red

Everyone looked around with dazed looks on their faces. The twins were the first to come to their senses.

"Oi! Where in Merlin's name are we?" George exclaimed with wide eyes. He still had the remainder of a large sandwich in his hand. The Weasley's must have been sitting down to dinner.

"And why are these gits here!?" Fred said while aiming a glare at Snape and the Malfoys. He too had a half eaten sandwich in his hand.

"Who are you calling a git, you gingerheaded weasel!" Draco yelled at the twins.

"Now there, young man. You will not call my children weasels!" an enraged Molly replied.

"I must say that the boy is correct in his observations blood traitor," Lucius answered snottily.

"Enough," It was the only word that Harry uttered, but it got his point across. Everyone looked to where he had taken a seat in the large throne like chair at the table.

"It can't be," Severus whispered.

"Can't be what?" the twins asked simultaneously.

"Harry, is this the room of the Round Table?" Snape asked in awe.

"It is."

"How?" Severus was in shock. He'd heard stories of this place, but had never hoped to come here. It was almost like coming home. He knew that he'd been a distant descendant of Merlin's wife, Lady Morgana, but he had never dreamed of finding the home they had built for their son.

"If everyone would just be quiet, I will gladly explain," Harry smiled.

"Before you do, Harry, can we please be seated?" Arthur Weasley asked hopefully. He had also recognized the round table and the inscribed chairs surrounding it.

Harry looked at the table and just knew that it wasn't right for them to sit in at the table.

"Let's go into the parlor," Harry said. "Follow me."

Arthur's expression changed from one of joy to clear disappointment. He had really wanted to sit at the famous Round Table.