Yawn I own nothing. Like I said, I wish I owned Draco…..
I awoke at 5 in the morning, alone on the ice-cold couch before the sun had risen. Hermione-I mean, Granger- had gone. I hauled myself up for a strong coffee before stumbling up the long flight of stairs to the Owlery, hoping to be alone with the darkness. Unfortunately, Potter was there. I decided to ignore him. I was not in the mood for an argument.
"Malfoy…I mean, erm, Draco, I'm really sorry about your mother and all." Potter actually sounded sincere. I ignored him.
"I know Hermione talked to you already." At this, I was surprised. Had Hermione actually told Harry? I had only cried because I needed to- I would have done it with anyone else. There was nothing about Hermione that made me want to confide in her. Was there?
----Hermione's POV----
I woke at 2 am. Malfoy's head lay on my shoulder. I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming as I tried to remember what had happened, then sighed with relief as the memories of last night came tumbling back. I gently pushed a cushion under his head and got up carefully, dislodging his arm from my shoulder. I headed to the Owlery, where I knew Harry would be.
Harry had just arrived. He was using one of the school owls to write to Sirius, as Hedwig still wasn't back from her night hunt. "Why are you up so early, Harry?" I asked.
"I couldn't sleep." He smiled. "I suppose you had the same problem?" I grinned.
"What happened with you and Malfoy?" He said it as though he had been trying to think of exactly how to ask me, but had ended up questioning me straight out.
"How did you find ou- I mean, nothing happened. Nothing like that, anyway. Who told you?" I eyed him suspiciously.
"Well…" He shifted uncomfortably. "Well, Creevey said he was up early for Quidditch training and he saw you two curled up on the couch."
I sighed. "I can understand how it looked… but he just started….crying. I had to comfort him," I said, leaving out a few minor details.
"OK." Harry grinned, obviously relieved. He strode over to me, wrapping his strong arms around me in a friendly hug. "'Cause you know how weird that would be….you and Malfoy…Are you sure that nothing's going on?"
I sighed. "Harry! Would I lie to you?" I crossed my fingers behind my back. "Why would you care, anyway?" I asked him jokingly, but in an immature way I secretly wanted to know what he would say.
"Because… you know, you're my best friend…aside from Ron, that is…. And maybe sometimes I like you more than a friend." Harry's voice had grown quiet, and he peered at me through the glasses he'd had since we were first years.
I giggled nervously, immediately regretting it when it came out as a few high-pitched squeaks. I smiled instead. "Harry, do you remember when we went out last year?" I knew my memories were vivid. We had gone out for 3 weeks and Harry, in some sudden burst of childish nerves, had refused to talk or see me for the entire time.
"Well, yes- I mean, about that…" Harry cleared his throat and developed a sudden obsession with the owl droppings on the cold brick floor.
"Don't worry." I grinned. " I'm off to the library!"
----Draco's POV----
I walked briskly down the Owlery stairs, still engulfed in my devastation, on my way to the musty lair of Madame Pince, the librarian, for a Potions assignment.
I strode in, searching the room for any of my "friends" before making my way to a secluded corner outfitted with old, moth-eaten velvet cushions. I was surprised, perhaps pleasantly (DID I JUST THINK THAT??) when I walked around the corner of the shelf to find Granger there.
A/N: Sorry about this semi-cliff hanger… I promise it won't be long before the 3rd chappie comes up! Please review!!!! I know that reviewing is a slow and boring process, but reviews make me happy. Happy Kellie = less suspensive endings!