As Ron, Hermione and Harry were enjoying their breakfast Ron kept fidgeting about.

"Ron! Will you quit fidgeting!" said Hermione.

Ron stopped fidgeting and then turned to Harry and said, "Harry, you seem very distant this morning. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, I can't hide anything from you! You've caught me, I was thinking about Draco."

"Really?! Why??"

"Well, I don't know if I should tell you…"

"What ever you think is best," said Hermione.

"Fine! I'll tell you! Last night I found evidence to support the theory that maybe Draco does a little extra to get on Snape's good side."

"What do you mean?" asked Ron, "Like extra assignments?"

"Well, not exactly…more like things involving beds and very little clothing and, for some reason, ice."

"Oh dear!" cried Hermione, "But then, it is Draco I mean what do you expect?"

"Yes," said Harry, "But he's been acting so weird lately, I mean, look at him."

They all turned and looked at Draco, who instead of being surrounded by his usual entourage, was sitting alone.

"You see, first I thought he was just upset about that birdhouse he's been working on but I saw it this morning and it was looking beautiful! I mean, he would have no reason to be upset about it."

"Maybe…" began Hermione, "…Maybe he's upset about the Snape thing."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry, completely lost.

"Well, perhaps he didn't want to do things with Snape. Maybe it was all Snape's idea, let's not forget, we don't like Snape either."

"Yes…you may be on to something." Without warning Harry jumped up and ran over to Draco. "Draco," he said when he got there, "My friends and I were just discussing what you did with Snape last night and—."

"Hold on! You were discussing my personal business? With your disgusting friends?"

"Well, yes but…"

"I don't want to hear it! I understand that you don't like me but really Potter! This is ridiculous!"

"Anyway," said Harry, ignoring Draco's outrage, "I've decided that maybe I was too hard on you, I mean, I don't know for sure that you were a willing participant in the…ah…you know."

"The what? Sex? Because that's not what it was."

"What?" Harry dodged a random person flying through the air in a very small, pointless helicopter, "Why didn't you say so?"

"Because, like I said before, I don't owe you an explanation."

"I see."

"Then why are you still standing there?"

"I don't know!" Harry ran away, in tears for no reason at all.