The next morning Harry slept late. He awoke to Ron, shaking his shoulders
and shouting.
'Woah!' said harry, 'calm down!'
'Oh, sorry, you were in a really deep sleep. I've been trying to get you up for ages,' replied Ron, 'you're late.'
'Ok, I'm getting up. Give me a sec.'
Harry got dressed and went down to the common room, where Ron was waiting for him.
'So what happened last night?'
Harry remembered. Everything.
'Oh my God,' he whispered.
'What?'
'Oh, nothing. I just did my essay and came back to bed. Nothing else.'
'Ok, I just wondered.'
They didn't say another word until they got down to the hall. It was almost empty, as most people had eaten and gone. Hermione wasn't there. They ate quickly and went to potions. Harry went through the lesson without really concentrating. Malfoy was there, behaving as normal, ignoring both Harry and Ron.
Ron noticed Harry staring at him quite quickly.
'Why do you keep looking at Malfoy like that?'
'Hmm?' said Harry, looking up, 'Oh. No reason. Nothing.'
Ron looked at him suspiciously for a moment, but then shrugged and went back to shredding his mandrake roots. Harry remained distracted for the rest of the lesson, and the day. He kept trying to catch Malfoy's eye, but the other boy continued to ignore him.
*****
Over the next few days Harry retreated into himself almost completely. Ron and Hermione had difficulty getting more than a couple of words out of him at a time, and were in despair as to why their friend was behaving like this. Malfoy completely ignored him, not even bothering to insult him like normal.
Harry could not understand how Malfoy was being so cool. Neither of them had mentioned what had happened that night, and Harry was burning inside. He wanted to make some sense of it. He didn't know how to feel, couldn't understand how he had felt. He just wanted to know whether it was going to happen again, and if it was, when, and if it wasn't, he could have closure, get on with his life. It was this uncertainty that was eating away at him.
He found himself going to the library late at night in the hopes of seeing Malfoy again. Madam Pince grew accustomed to his visits, and chatted to him sometimes. He never saw him, but the trips were not a complete waste. He managed to get quite a lot of homework done. But that wasn't enough. Nothing like.
'Woah!' said harry, 'calm down!'
'Oh, sorry, you were in a really deep sleep. I've been trying to get you up for ages,' replied Ron, 'you're late.'
'Ok, I'm getting up. Give me a sec.'
Harry got dressed and went down to the common room, where Ron was waiting for him.
'So what happened last night?'
Harry remembered. Everything.
'Oh my God,' he whispered.
'What?'
'Oh, nothing. I just did my essay and came back to bed. Nothing else.'
'Ok, I just wondered.'
They didn't say another word until they got down to the hall. It was almost empty, as most people had eaten and gone. Hermione wasn't there. They ate quickly and went to potions. Harry went through the lesson without really concentrating. Malfoy was there, behaving as normal, ignoring both Harry and Ron.
Ron noticed Harry staring at him quite quickly.
'Why do you keep looking at Malfoy like that?'
'Hmm?' said Harry, looking up, 'Oh. No reason. Nothing.'
Ron looked at him suspiciously for a moment, but then shrugged and went back to shredding his mandrake roots. Harry remained distracted for the rest of the lesson, and the day. He kept trying to catch Malfoy's eye, but the other boy continued to ignore him.
*****
Over the next few days Harry retreated into himself almost completely. Ron and Hermione had difficulty getting more than a couple of words out of him at a time, and were in despair as to why their friend was behaving like this. Malfoy completely ignored him, not even bothering to insult him like normal.
Harry could not understand how Malfoy was being so cool. Neither of them had mentioned what had happened that night, and Harry was burning inside. He wanted to make some sense of it. He didn't know how to feel, couldn't understand how he had felt. He just wanted to know whether it was going to happen again, and if it was, when, and if it wasn't, he could have closure, get on with his life. It was this uncertainty that was eating away at him.
He found himself going to the library late at night in the hopes of seeing Malfoy again. Madam Pince grew accustomed to his visits, and chatted to him sometimes. He never saw him, but the trips were not a complete waste. He managed to get quite a lot of homework done. But that wasn't enough. Nothing like.