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Chapter 7: The Long Walk

That voice, as luck or fate perhaps would have it, belonged to Albus Dumbledore. "I had a feeling you all were sneaking off to meet." He said as if seeing their questions on their faces.

Draco looked away, then at Hermione. "I should go." He started towards the door, but was halted. "I wonder," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "if I could be filled on the parts I missed when everyone was talking."

Hermione looked as if she'd be stunned and Harry and Draco locked eyes. Draco seemed to be yelling at Harry through his head. Don't utter a word. Harry shook his head and broke their eye contact. "We were just meeting to…well, to get information on something." Hermione lied softly. Harry knew damn well that Dumbledore knew they were each lying but…his parents…he kept himself composed. "I suppose we ought to go, c'mon Harry," Hermione said quietly.

Malfoy followed their lead, and Dumbledore did not hold them back. Harry didn't feel the slightest in…any feeling when he saw Dumbledore. He felt…Well. He still wasn't sure. But whatever it was, it didn't want anything to do with Dumbledore at the moment. Hermione seemed to sense this. "Harry-" "Don't." Harry spoke softly but firmly. He glanced beside him at Malfoy.

*Draco*

Potter is so naïve. He should know better than anyone that a chance like this is…well, not usually possible. However, luckily I've found a way around it. Actually, Aunt Bella…Yes, well…let's just hope he takes me seriously. This could go really well or horribly wrong.

"Don't be scared to talk in front of me Potter. Lord knows you haven't ever been before," Malfoy said loudly. Harry nodded. "Nor will I ever be." Hermione shook her head annoyed and shoved Harry slightly. "Malfoy, bye. Harry- You're with me." Draco flashed a look at Harry which he had seen often. Jealousy.

"Hermione…" Harry asked as they climbed a staircase. "Hmm?" She said. "Have you…D'you like Malfoy?" Harry immediately regretted asking her this as she stopped in step and glared. "Harry Potter you know perfectly well who I fancy and its not…urgh, Malfoy!" Harry shrugged. "So…who do you like?"

Hermione glanced at him then swept a strand of hair from her face. " Let's just say…Krum is my pen pal and I gave up on Ron last year." Harry couldn't help grin despite his raw grief of Sirius and sudden rage at Dumbledore. "What are you so happy about?" She asked him as they reached the Fat Lady.

"Nothing at all," he said dreamily.