For the first time in returning to Hogwarts, it had felt odd to Harry. She wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that this would be the last time in her doing so or if had been due to the amount of time she had spent at Malfoy Manor.

Hogwarts had always been her home. So it wasn't like she wasn't looking forward to being back with the castle walls. The time at Malfoy Manor though had been the similar feeling she had received from being at Hogwarts. It wasn't like the Burrow with its madness that was only the Weasley household. Even though it had always been a second home to her she and the Weasleys treated her like one of their own. She had never wanted to impose on them too long. The Malfoys had been different. But it had been the Manor itself that had captivated her.

Harry wasn't sure whether it was because she could get lost in it so easily that it made her want to invent her own map of the place. Or if it had been the touching thought placed in the guest room she had been using. Or the beautiful garden that was hidden. It just screamed at her and she wanted to figure out every last piece of it. Well, that was after Draco had got better. It had taken a couple of days but Draco had recovered fast. Harry dealt with the content visits from his friends even putting up with the contiguous moaning from Pansy Parkinson while she visited. Blaise had been much easier to deal with and chat to. Harry had just felt grateful enough that they hadn't blamed her for Draco's accident.

But being back at her first home when they had walked into Great Hall well Harry couldn't feel anything else but happy. Until she walked into the Gryffindor Towers dorms. The girls had pounced on her the moment she appeared through the door. The door had been locked and a silencing charm had been thrown up for good measure. That was the moment she knew she was in trouble.

'Spill now.'

How was it that two words that had no particular meaning managed to make her want the floor to swallow her up. Harry couldn't feel any more embarrassed then she was right now. This was definitely the most awkward position she had been in. She had tangled in a few the basilisk, dealt with Dementors. Taking on a dragon, hell even Voldemort himself. This was a different situation altogether one Harry wasn't sure she would get out of alive. Harry had not been cornered like this before. The girls usually left her alone.

'What exactly do I have to spill?' Harry asked.

The attack at her aunt's hadn't stayed silent for very long. There may have been a special edition of the Prophet with details about Draco saving her the very night it happened. So Harry took a good guess as to what details her dorm mates were trying to get out of her.

'Everything?'

'Start with the attack.'

'No start with how Draco saved you.'

'Aww, how romantic to have a guy willing to put himself in harm's way for you.'

'Yeah, I wish I could find a guy like that.'

'Yeah and his hot. As well smart.'

'He tutored you in Potions didn't he Harry?'

'Draco could tutor me any day.'

Harry sat down on the edge of her bed. Disbelieving what she was hearing from her own dorm mates.

'Too bad you've taken him, Harry.'

'He's quite a catch.'

'Oh, I bet his just as good looking with his top off as he does wearing it.'

'Good point is he muscular?'

Harry could feel her own face starting to heat up. This conversation was not happening. It was a figment of her imagination. She looked towards Hermione for assistance her best friend just shrugged at her. Not at all helpful.

'He has to be nicely toned Lav. He played Quidditch after all.'

'Yeah, I bet that kept him physically fit.'

Harry could definitely feel her face heating up.

'Hay I'm right here you know. I can actually hear every word you lot are saying,' she protested in hopes that they would give up.

'Well, you're the one being a spoilsport not dishing out the gossip.'

'Yeah, Harry fess up. Tell us it's not like it's going to go out of this room anyway.'

'No of course not,' Harry sarcastically replied.

'Oh come on.'

'No it will be around the whole school by this time tomorrow,' Harry replied forcefully.

Harry flopped down on her bed. Using a pillow to cover her face hoping that they would really get the hint.

'So how good of a kisser is Draco Malfoy really?'

Harry groaned she was in no such luck tonight.

'Oh come on Harry you have to tell us that at least.'

This was going to be a long night. While she was dying of shame with no signs of her best friend coming to her rescue. The other girls filled the dorm room of the Gryffindor tower with squeals and laughter. Draco Malfoy being the whole reason why. How did he make her life this complex? What she wouldn't give to be facing a basilisk or those Dementors again. Even Voldemort would be better than facing the gossip crazy girls that were her dorm mates.

She had been so looking forward to coming back as well.