Chapter Thirty-eight

Oh, all right, I'll make it Romance/Drama instead. It's still not very funny.

Araminta woke up in the hospital wing, and the first thing she saw was the faces of Harry and Draco hovering over her. "Are you okay?" asked Harry.

"Hey, I was going to say that! Are you okay, Araminta?" said Draco, who was glaring at Harry.

"Now, don't get all angry for nothing. We agreed that we wouldn't fight around Araminta, remember?" said Harry.

"Oh, right," said Draco. Araminta could tell he was still mad.

"What happened?" Araminta rubbed her eyes. "I was practicing for Quidditch--no, there were tryouts for Quidditch, and..."

"And you fainted," said Harry helpfully.

"I've never fainted in my life," said Araminta. "I didn't think I knew how," she laughed weakly.

"Madam Pomfrey checked you out and said she didn't think there was anything seriously wrong with you. Just maybe not enough sleep and not enough vitamins. Maybe you should come to lunch with me," said Draco.

"Or, you could join us at the Gryffindor table," said Harry.

Araminta thought for a minute. She loved both of them in different ways, and since she knew them so well she knew that any minute now they were going to have an argument. "I have a better idea. Let's take a picnic out by the lake and eat outside," she said.

The boys looked at each other and gray eyes meet flashing green ones. "I'm sure Draco wouldn't want to come along. He might get his expensive designer leather pants dirty, or smudge his eyeliner."

Draco scowled. "Well, Potter only wants to eat outside because he stinks so much they won't let him in the castle!"

"Stop it, both of you," Araminta said. Harry actually looked hurt; she knew that Draco probably was but wasn't letting it show. "I want you both to come with me. And before we go outside, I want you to declare a truce. There can be no fighting when you come on my picnic, or I'll leave."

Draco rolled his eyes and gave in first. "Oh, all right. I will if he will."

"Fine," said Harry, and he stuck out his hand. Draco grabbed it and they shook hands, but Harry held Draco's a little bit too long, Araminta thought. She was going to have to move quickly before Harry fell and love and she had to break his heart.