I realize this isn't as long as my first two chapters, but I intended it to be this way! I want this fanfiction to be a nice long one! Enjoy!
Chapter 3- Invisible Matters
The sun crept in through the window, bathing Harry's features with golden rays. He was already awake, having been up the whole night thinking about a certain someone. He was scared out of his mind. He wouldn't admit that though. He would tell the person eventually what he thought of them. He just bloody well hoped they felt the same way.
He crawled out of bed, dreading the morning when he would have to face them, although he longed to see them all night, he thought it just pointless to go and visit….them. He shook his head violently and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He got out 10 minutes later when he heard his roommates up and about. He got dressed inside the washroom, brushed his teeth, and didn't even bother to run a comb through his hair. He put on his glasses, and headed down the stairs, without one word to Ron, who was still sleeping.
It was after all a Saturday and he had no classes. He wanted to find that person already. He marched down stairs to the common room, and headed out the portrait hole. He managed to make his way to the library, figuring that they would most likely be there, because of a certain someone…He didn't realize he had growled aloud for one of the first years had walked by him and jumped and ran away from him. He didn't even bother with the kid, and spotted the person out of the corner of his eye, who sat in a corner, watching someone else bent over their studies.
He walked over to the table, and sat down right in front of Hermione.
"Good morning." Hermione's head shot up and looked at him. She lowered her eyelashes and whispered a small hello. Harry did what he thought would be the right thing, and placed his hand over hers. He felt her stiffen, and was going to pull away until her fingers starting stroking his hand. He looked up at her face and noticed silent tears were pouring down her cheeks. He got up quickly, and sat down beside her on the other side. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and continued to hold her hand. She rested her head against his chest and began to sob silently. Harry kissed her temple and listened to her frantic ravings.
"Harry, I like Ron so much, how could he be jealous of Malfoy? I don't like Malfoy!"
She continued on like this, and Harry decided to take a chance with fate and turned his head, and looked at the blond boy who was sitting on the other side of the library.
Hermione didn't even notice Malfoy. Harry had seen him when he had come into the library. The blond boy was glaring at him so hard as though he was trying to drill holes in the back of Harry's head. Harry smirked and turned his attention back to Hermione who had ceased sobbing and had shut her eyes. Apparently she hadn't got any sleep either that night. Harry knew he had done the right thing after all.
Unbeknownst to the three students in the library, a fourth party was leaning against a wall in the shadows, watching them intently. Harry pulled Hermione tighter to him and buried his face in her hair and smelled the luxurious vanilla scent. He thought he could have stayed that way forever.
"Hermione, Ron likes you very much. Really. He's just…not very good at showing it." Harry comforted her the best he could, and to his surprise, she sat up suddenly, and was glowing. She was smiling happily at Harry.
"Harry, I know. I just wish he wouldn't take everything…to heart like he does. I just…don't want to wait around for him forever…you know?" Harry knew, quite well actually; he was experiencing the same problems himself. His eyes flickered to Malfoy who had been making loud growling noises with his throat. Harry wanted to throw a book at his blond head.
"It will be alright Hermione. Do you want me to talk to Ron? I can convince him to ask you…I have been trying, but I've given up lately. But this time, I'll push him, ok? That's a good girl." She laughed at his fatherly affection, and in turn, kissed him on the cheek. He blushed, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Thank you, Harry; you're such a great friend." With that, she got up and packed up her stuff, and told him she was going to go for a walk on her own to think things out. Harry nodded and watched her walk out of the library. Harry held his head in his hands and stared down at the table. He didn't understand this at all.
"Upset, Potter?" The familiar drawl hissed near Harry's ear, and Harry shivered as he looked up at the blond boy. They glared at each other for a few minutes before Harry broke the silence.
"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Harry spat the last word like it were poison and to him it was. He didn't want to deal with him now. Never…though he knew he could never escape.
"Potter likes the mudblood. How quaint." Malfoy was looking down at him, and his eyes beheld an unspoken challenge, as though he dared Harry to lie to him.
"And if I do?" Harry said it quietly, looking into the silver eyes of the boy. There was a hidden question behind it, and Malfoy caught onto it. He slipped a piece of paper onto the desk beside Harry's elbow.
"Read this. If you don't…I know you aren't as brave as everyone thinks you are." Then with a swish of his robes, he departed from the library. Harry picked up the piece of parchment and turned it over. A note was hastily scribbled on its surface. Harry ran his tongue over his lips, deep in thought. He leaned back in the chair, and lifted his eyes to the doorway. He didn't see anyone, but his mind was elsewhere. He would do what was asked. He was not going to back down on this. Harry's features held a resolute appearance as he got up from the desk and headed for the exit of the library. A feeling of dread washed over him as he began making his decent towards the Great Hall for breakfast. He secretly knew he was looking forward to it.
Back in the library the figure appeared out of the shadows, holding a silver cloak. The figure walked towards the desk Harry had just previously occupied. The note that Harry read had slipped out of his pocked as he left and the figure bent down to pick it up.
Their eyes widened and they gasped as they ran out of the library back up the stairs.
Hermione had been standing by the front entrance when she saw the figure. She watched him ascend the stairs. It was Ron.
I'm in the middle of writing chapter 4! So please, bear with me!