Disclaimer: Duh! I don't own Harry Potter, but some characters I created (je suis un genius, non? ; P hehe) you should know the ones I made up (*cough* Andrea, Romulus *cough*) anwayz…

A/N: ok… I'm going to exercise my powers of omniscientness now… "*****" means that it's no longer from Harry's point of view. Ok, there, read now, go.

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The next morning Harry really began to see what Andrea had been talking about the night before. It seemed that every little first year and second year girl in the common room was only thinking about the quidditch game yesterday. Harry couldn't move in the common room without being followed by a swarm of whispering.

"Ok, what the fuck is going on here, you'd think people wouldn't care this much wouldn't you?" Harry asked, already fed up with the constant staring; not that he wasn't used to it.

"Most of those first years do fancy you, I mean the girls of course, well, I don't really know actually, maybe some of the boys too, but to each his own I say--"

"Ron!" Harry pulled him back from his tangent.

"Er, yes, well, as I was saying, I just supposed they're a little disappointed… I mean, not thinking you'd ever have anything to do with them, but when you actually bother with someone else…"

"Yeah, ok, I get it," Harry let out a sigh and sank down into his chair, "are we going to breakfast anytime soon? I don't think I can spend another minute here."

"Fine," Hermione spoke up from her text books, "we'll go, I'm a bit hungry anyway… this can wait for later."

Harry Ron and Hermione climbed out of the portrait hole and quickly walked to the great hall. She plopped herself down between Neville and Andrea and motioned for Ron and him to sit across from her. Just as they were sitting down, Malfoy entered. He looked very tired and messy; he hadn't slept much.

"Don't look now," Ron whispered to Harry, "but look who just came in."

"Yeah, I saw."

"I bet he's really mad about you winning yesterday," Ron said lightheartedly.

Malfoy began walking near their table.

"I bet he's going to say something to you, get ready," said Ron.

Harry was just about ready to take some obnoxious line from Malfoy when he did something surprising. He stopped by Andrea and bent down so his mouth was right by her ear and whispered. Harry tried, but failed to hear what he had said to her.

 "Hi Draco," she replied rather normally just before he slipped something in her and walked off, but he hadn't forgotten to glare at Harry beforehand.

Hermione and Ron were looking at her open-mouthed, all Harry could do was stare blankly

"What was that, what are doing talking with that git?" exclaimed Ron.

"What, what's wrong with him?" she asked, seemingly annoyed, but most likely uncaring.

Hermione looked as if she had no patience for Andrea.

"He's horrible, selfish, and cruel, that's what's wrong with him." Hermione finally said calmly.

"Well, I was paired up with him in herbology, he seemed rather nice." Andrea replied.

"And what was with that he just said," Harry asked.

"Oh, that, that's not important, ok?" she said, waving it off. She looked up at him and read the expression on his face. "Harry, not everything has to do with you I hope you know… you don't have to know about everything that happens, though, from what I've heard, you really do love to get yourself involved in other peoples business."

She stood up abruptly and walked out of the great hall. Harry got up and followed, running after her down the hallway.

"Piss off, you fuck," she didn't have to turn around; she knew it was him.

"well, I think it is my business… what did he give to you? I'm only doing this for your own good, you don't know him and he could get you into a lot of trou--"

She cut him off, "Why is it exactly that you seem to think everything I do is your business?"

"I don't! I… I don't know…"

"Well, if you could figure that out, that'd be nice, thanks," once again her voice was laced with sarcasm. "Listen Potter, I'm not like every other shit head in this place who loves you just because of your last name. Ok? I mean, I get it, you did good and all, but that was a long time ago, and has nothing to do with who you are, and everyone seems to think it does. Personally, I think you're a glory-seeking dick head. I mean what? Afraid people will stop liking you? Of course you are, even if you want to pretend you don't like the fame, it's the best thing you've come to know and you're scared of losing it. So you go off and take it upon yourself to save the world, right? Even if the world doesn't need saving…"

"It's funny how you think you know anything about me…" Harry spoke through gritted teeth.

"But I do… haven't you gotten it yet? You're Harry Potter, the world's best friend. And the world's gotten to know you so well, it knows you better than you know yourself, hasn't it? Doesn't that scare you just a little? How you keep thinking you've got yourself figured out, and suddenly, someone's just one step ahead of you, again? I mean, for the first 11 years of your life you thought you were someone completely different… how do you know this is who you really are now?"

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Harry and Andrea had repaired their friendship, or whatever you would like to call it, but Harry wasn't quite sure if that's how he wanted it. She was making his life so difficult, and what bothered him the most is he was just letting her.

Stop thinking you can fix her, there's nothing to fix, she's just going to stay the same. he thought as he walked down the deserted hallway. That's when he heard voices. He couldn't hear what they where saying, but he recognized them, it was Andrea and Malfoy. Harry peeked around the corner. They were leaning against the wall talking, he was playing with her necklace. Harry stepped around the corner and cleared his throat so they would know he was there. Malfoy looked up and there was a glint of softness in his eyes that quickly disappeared, melting back into his cold glare.

"Potter," he grunted, straightening his cloak, "Er, I was just talking here to your chaser, you realize if we beat Hufflepuff, we'll be going against you again. I was just telling Lupin that next time she shouldn't expect such an easy match."

"I'm sure Malfoy," said Harry.

Malfoy turned away and gave Harry one quick glance before leaving.

"Goodbye Lupin!" he called back.

Harry scowled at her, "You don't know him."

She just shook her head and walked away.

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"This weekend is the first trip to Hogsmeade!" announced Eleanor, the Gryffindor prefect. "Remember to bring your permission slips. We leave at nine on Saturday."

Hemione scowled up at her. She was very bitter that she wasn't given the prefect position.

"Don't worry 'Mione," Ron said, "I bet next year you'll be prefect, maybe even head girl."

She frowned at him, "If I ever want to be head girl, I'd have to have become prefect by now."

Harry looked over at Andrea, she was reading a note.

"Andie, what's that?" Harry asked.

"Huh?" she looked up at him, "oh, it's from, uh, no one, really."

"If it's from Malfoy, I'd like to read it," he said flatly.

"As a matter of fact, it is from Draco, and I don't know if I'd like you reading it," she eyed him carefully, and softened her frown into a smile.

Staturday, Lake, E.M.

"What is he talking about," laughed Harry.

She snatched the note from him, "I let you read it, see, it's nothing."

"He's not what he's making himself out to be, you'll see, he's awful."

"I can take care of myself Harry."

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Harry woke up Saturday, he looked over at his watch, eight o'clock sharp. Harry put on his glasses and dragged himself over to the window. He looked around until he saw what he was looking for, he watched as Andy walked across the field to where Malfoy was standing by the lake.

Harry couldn't hear them, he tried hard to read their expressions but it was pointless this early, all he could do was watch.

Draco took her arm and led her away.

*****

"Where are we going?" Andrea let herself be led towards the forest.

"You'll see…"

"Ok, this is crazy, we're not allowed in there.

"It's fine, I go in there all the time, there's nothing too dangerous if you don't go too far in."

"Ok," Andrea Paused, "but what do you need to show me?"

"I don't know why I'm showing you… you're just the first person who's ever really tried to understand."

Draco finally stopped at a clearing. At first Andrea didn't really know what she was looking at, but then she began to realize it was some sort of hideout.

"I come here sometimes, to be alone," Draco explained.

It wasn't the simple beauty of the clearing that astonished her, it wasn't even the careful planning it must have taken to build this place here, it was what was resting there. Stacked there, by some trees and a few candles, were books. Dozens of books, muggle books. She could see all the classics; A Tale of Two Cities, A Christmas Carroll, Tom Sawyer, A Midsummer Night's Dream, etc. Next to the massive stacks of literature she saw what looked to be… a pile of automobile magazines. Upon seeing this she couldn't help but laugh.

"I like cars,"  he whispered shyly in response.

*****

Harry leaned out the window, but it was no use, they were gone.

"come on, where are you, come back…" he urged. Neville must have heard him talking, because he woke up.

"Harry, who are you talking t…"

Suddenly, the glass on the windowsill flew straight at Neville's bed and shattered on the bedpost.

"Hey!" he shouted, slashing back the drapes on his bed, "I'm sorry if you want to be alone, but you don't have to throw things at me!"

"I didn't!" Harry replied.

"Oh, then who did?"

"I dunno," Harry said sleepily, "a ghost? Oh, it was probably peeves, that's all."

As Harry was trying to sort out the situation, a noise from outside distracted him. It seemed to be coming from the forbidden forest. It sounded like laughter…