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Chapter 2 Harry's POV

Earlier that day, Hagrid led Hermione, Ron, and I to visit Grawp, since Ron never got to visit. It was fun. Until the way back. We brought our wands, in case. On our way back, Ron lost his.

Perfect. Just perfect.

It probably fell out of his robes. Either way, Ron seemed really upset about it. So, me, being the great friend I am, decided to go into the forest and get it. I didn't get to eat, I forgot my robes, and it's pouring outside.

So here I am, wandering through the forest. I have the oddest feeling someone's watching me. I make it to the ledge on a cliff. The three of us were here earlier that day looking at the view. Trying to be careful, I slowly edge toward the ledge. I stand there, looking down. I think....wait, ah, stupid glasses! I take them off and try to dry them on my already soaked t-shirt.

I put them on. Brilliant. It didn't help much. I found it! After an hour of wandering around and muttering things like 'this is stupid', and, 'I hate this,' I finally found it! Only problem: it's stuck on the side of a cliff, between two branches. How am I going to get it? I take one more step toward the edge.

....This is getting stupid.

Still, I can't go back. We have a Quidditch game soon and I can't have my Keeper depressed over losing his wand. And if I know Ron, he won't get over this too quickly.

Hm....there's a vine hanging from the side of the cliff. I could climb down that. It doesn't look very sturdy thought. Or, I could just climb down and grab it! No....I'd fall even faster that way.

Hmm....I could just jump and grab the wand. It's not like it'd kill me, right? Sure, I'd probably fall in the mud and smell horrible, but it's not like it'd kill me. The drop isn't that much. Still....I don't fancy jumping off a cliff that's 30 feet high, not even for Ron.

Well, I could just slide down. The mud's wet enough to pull that off....but then...damn, I can't see that bit.

I take one more step closer. If I take anymore steps I'll fall and won't be able to get Ron's wand so that way no one'll be happy.

Okay, so I could probably slide down and grab it—

"Potter!"

Oh, brilliant. Malfoy. Just the person I wanted to see. There he is, standing there, looking a little unnerved. Hm....I like him that way. It's funny.

Anyways, back to the part of sliding down the mud....

"Potter, what are you doing?"

I sigh. This isn't the time. I turn around and glare at him. I just want o get Ron's wand and get back to the castle. How can I do that when Malfoy's stupid voice is interrupting my every thought?

"Go away, Malfoy." I mutter.

"If I leave, your coming with me, Potter. I don't understand why your doing this."

Ah, Malfoy, there are many things you don't understand in this world. Like why I decided to pick Ron over you in our first year, or why I fight against Voldemort, or why I'm standing out here in the rain trying to search for my best mate's wand!

"I'm doing this for Ron." I reply.

"You don't have to!" he shouts.

Gee, would I really be up here if I didn't feel I had to? "Yes, I do."

My voice gets serious, now. I really want to get out of here.

"Let me help." Malfoy said.

Unless he has a rope or a helicopter, I don't think there's anything he can do for me. "You can't help me."

Okay, so I slide down the mud, but, can I do that? Wouldn't I just topple off?

"I can try."

Oy! Does he ever run out of words to say??

"Go away, Malfoy."

How many times do I have to say this?

"Potter, come on. We can go to the kitches....we can talk."

I flinch. Oh, yes, we're the only reason he knows where the bloody kitchens are! The little prat followed me! I was TRYING to set something up so Ron could bloody tell Hermione how he felt. But no! Mr. I-have-to-butt-into-everything came in and ruined it all! Okay, I'm really getting off track.

It's quiet for second. Maybe Malfoy left. Right, back to the wand.

"Potter, I know that... well, we've never really gotten on." Brilliant deduction.

When did he get over here? And what's he doing so close to me? If he touches me and makes me fall, I will not be pleased. In fact, I'll make him get the stupid wand.

"But you can't do this."

"Stay out of it." I feel a hand on my shoulder.

He's touching me. And now my balance is starting to go with his stupid fat hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off before my already precarious balance vanishes completely. My shoes feel like their going to slide at any moment.

"Potter, I know this must be hard for you. People trying to constantly kill you, having pretty much the whole wizarding world thinking you were a crazy prat for a year. Oh, and with your godfather dieing."

What a sensitive guy. How perceptive of you. Now sod off. What's this got to do with the damn wand? Or is he listing my already large list of grievances to put this one in perspective? Yes, I know this is a stupid venture, Malfoy, I don't need you rubbing it in my face.

Wait....oy, I'm stupid! I'm a wizard, I have a wand. Why can't I summon it?

"Come on, let's go back to the castle. We can talk there."

Castle? Now?! After I just found a way to get the wand? Ha, not a chance.

"I'm not going back to the castle."

I pull my wand out of my pocket....then, wait, there's a wand digging into my back! Is Malfoy crazy? I look at him. Hey....there's something moving. Malfoy, would you move, you're blocking my view. Fine, stare at me all you want. I'll look around you. Wait!

I don't have time for shadowy creatures lurking around the forest! Need to focus....

"Accio wand." I mutter.

Why isn't it working?! I began muttering furiously. The rain is starting to fall harder.

"Accio wand. Accio wand. Accio wand!"

Oh my goodness! Why isn't this working? Did I just think 'oh my goodness?' Ahh, this is not a good night. Hermione is definitely rubbing off on me.

This won't work. Not with Malfoy here.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Malfoy asked.

Anywhere he's not present, I'll go. I still don't trust him. Bet he'd curse me, give my wand to Voldemort, steal all my possession, and keep Hedwig as a trophy for his triumph over the Boy-Who-Lived. Wouldn't that be nice?

"I need to get off this ledge." I reply.

I walk past Malfoy, who follows me. How is it I'm able to save Ginny Weasley from Tom Riddle, but I can't get my best friend's wand from a stupid cliff?

Suddenly, something flies past me. Is that....Ron's wand! The spell worked? Took it long enough! I immediately begin to run after it. I hear Malfoy call my name while he sprints after me.

Why has he suddenly become obsessed with me?

Actually, I think this is the longest we've been in each other presence without a challenge or death threat being issued. Creepy. Progressive, but creepy.

Why is the ground shaking? That's never good. Suddenly, the wand plops onto the ground. Wow, I'm saved. I suddenly stop. These weird horse things stampede past us, stomping on my last hope to save Ron's wand.

CRACK

That stupid horse just broke Ron's wand cleanly in half! Well, Ron can't be upset with me since I never told him I went out to look for it. I'll just tell him some kid will probably find it in the future and it will make them very happy. That sounds good.

Something heavy whacks into my back and I drop to the road. It's Malfoy who, evidently, is terrible at stopping when he's running. His knee's on the back of my thigh, pinching terribly at what feels like a very big nerve. Wow, that hurts. Dirt from the forest floor has also billowed up into my eyes, making them sting and water, and to top it all off my entire lower half is lying in a wet mud. I am not happy right now.

He gets off slowly, a hand still on my back. I can't sit up yet, not with my thigh throbbing this badly. I bring up by hand to try and rub some of the dirt from my eyes with my sleeve. I wince when I just shove more in, my arms being even dirtier than my eyes currently are.

The hand on my back starts moving in slow circles, something that I don't like. I jerk, trying to get across the point that I don't approve of being touched by him, but end up wrenching my already painful leg horribly. The sudden bolt of fire up my thigh is enough to make me yell.

I manage to writhe into a sitting position, my thigh cramping almost immediately, and then the hand suddenly comes around my chest and pulls me back into him.

Great, so I'm Malfoy's embrace, half blind and completely soaked.

I sigh. So much for operation 'S.R.W.' also known as 'Save Ron's Wand.' Malfoy puts his robes around me. I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable. What's wrong with him? Oh, hey, a full moon. That explains it.

I try to get the dirt out of my eyes. He helped me up, put an arm around me, and we made out slow way to the castle. I mean, I can't exactly walk, so I'll accept any help I can.

We finally make it. He opens the doors and I step in. He shuts it behind him and stares at me intently.

"Are you sure your okay?"

Why's he so concerned about some wet clothes and a bit of grit?

I nod, still rubbing my eyes.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" he asked again.

"Yes, Malfoy. I just need to sort some things out." I reply. I'll probably only hear Ron rant about it all night. Okay, remember, some kid will find his wand and it'll make him happy. It sounds good enough.

I nod at Malfoy again. I begin to walk toward the Gryffindor Tower, relieved to see that Malfoy wasn't following me. I can feel his eyes on me. I was about to turn the corner, when I looked back. Malfoy was walking away.

I'll admit, he was nice. But I can't help feel like I missed something.

A/N. Yes, this was a bit odd. Why would Harry go through all the trouble just for a wand?? That shows how loyal he is lol. Don't forget to review! Hope you liked it!

Love always.

Amour-Lily