Sunday was a very isolating day for Harry. He woke up at two o'clock that day as a result of his exhaustion from the night before. Ginny had stayed true to her word of remaining friends, she came up to Harry when he was having lunch and tried to make a stable conversation but things became naturally awkward between them and the attempt failed.
Monday was as hard as the day before, Hagrid did seem to notice Harry's absence of speech during Care of Magical Creatures, but didn't approach him about the matter. He had a free double lesson after Hagrid's teaching which Harry's used to wallow himself in the mountain pile of homework as a perfect excuse to not talk to anyone, especially Hermione who seemed to want to talk a lot to Harry lately. He had Defence against the Dark arts after that and Professor Bendlow taught the class in her usual way, a method that surprisingly disciplined the pupils and taught them something without them hating her. She didn't notice Harry as he forced Ron and Hermione to move to the back of the class. The trio had Professor Flitwick after lunch and there was too much racket for anyone to notice Harry's presence let alone his mood, but the only way he could drive everything out of his head for at least a few hours was to practice his spells with all the concentration he could muster and marinate it into his task.
Tuesday and Wednesday was the just the same as Monday, Harry just put all his efforts of trying to forget Saturday into his work, he was starting to scare Hermione and Ron now, he would not talk to them unless it was necessary and would bury himself in work and avoid anyone, but that would change on Thursday.
Harry hated Thursdays, purely because he had no free lessons that day, being in sixth year made him forget what it was like to have a full time timetable. Defence against the Dark arts was a really good subject and he always enjoyed himself in those lessons but now he just stayed as silent as a stone, he then would have charms that wasn't bad either however it sometimes gave him a head ache with all the commotion in the class. But then the next half of the day was torture, Transfiguration was mind stretching as it was extremely difficult especially now as Harry was studying it at newt level. But worst of all was Potions, Snape never stopped despising Harry since first year but he never stopped tormenting Harry since he looked into his Pensieve, so it was sort of like extreme studying, trying to learn from Snape when he tried to punish Harry at every little thing that he did, weather wrong or write.
That morning in Defence Against the Dark arts Professor Bendlow had split up the class in two groups and the class was playing magical hang man, where a dilemma was given to the class and they had to say the right spell for the proper line of defence, however if you guessed wrong you would have to eat a strange coulored bean from a large pack of Bertie Bott's Every flavour bean and the winner got to have a chocolate frog each. There was a half drawn man hanging from a rope on the blackboard and it was struggling with all its might with only one arm to get free.
Harry was still in his deep depression state, and this time Professor Bendlow did notice Harry shrewdly and she kept giving him knowing glances through the lesson.
'Uh that was disgusting!' shrieked a girl who had bitten into a slightly greenish bean and ran from the class.
'I hope we'll see her at the end of the lesson' said professor Bendlow anxiously 'Okay blue team!' she said loudly 'what is your guess?' the group to the right of the classroom huddled together and then dispersed themselves again, Neville put up his hand and Bendlow inclined her head,
'The temporary blinding spell?' he said cautiously not wanting to face the consequences.
'That is right! Finally…I thought you lot would never get it' Neville squealed with glittering happiness. 'Here you lot have chocolate frog' and she threw the a dozen chocolate frogs to the blue team. The other group looked disgruntled, 'here you go you didn't think that I'd let you leave without chocolate?' she said in mock hurt, the rest of the class looked just as satisfied as the other winning half. The bell rang and the class was streaming out of the class all of them saying good bye and always getting a reply back.
Harry was foot outside the door when Professor Bendlow called him back.
'Harry may I have word with you please?' she asked politely. Harry looked from Hermione to Ron and back again.
'We'll be in the library' said Hermione and Ron just shrugged his shoulders at Harry through uncertainty.
'Okay' said Harry to the other two, not sure what Bendlow was going to talk to him about, unless it was his standard in class, in those few seconds that he walked towards the his teacher's desk a whole new world opened up to him. What if he was doing poorly? What if she kicked him out of her class? What would he do? He had been leaning heavily on this subject to enter into auror training, there was nothing else he could do.
'Harry, you seemed really down these past couple of days, is everything alright?' she asked kindly.
'No' said Harry quickly.
'Harry, listen to me, a person talked to me and it involves you.'
'Who?'
'Don't you think you should know?' she said while whipping out her wand, then it clicked and before Harry could stop himself…
'Why did Ginny talk to you?' said Harry immediately.
'Well I called her to me actually'
'What did she say?' asked Harry desperately.
'Hold your hippogriffs' she said calmly 'at first she wouldn't say anything, then she said the outlines of what happened after the Quidditch match' here she stopped, waiting for Harry to blush but it never happened. So she carried on. 'She said it shook her a bit, what you did was definitely not expected, Harry' she said wisely. Harry now had a sheet of exhaustion cover him now, it seemed that Professor Bendlow had noticed.
'Take a seat Harry' and Harry sat down on the wooden chair not noticing that he actually had sat down. The rain beat hard on the window now, making a sort of shivering noise which echoed through the empty classroom.
'I wish I had never told her' murmured Harry, burying his head in his hands. There was silence where Bendlow looked at him shrewdly.
'I am disappointed in you' She said while conjuring a cup of steaming tea with her graceful wand. Harry looked up, no longer burying his face into his hands, with a slightly annoyed expression.
'What?' he said rudely, then covered his mistake 'Professor?' he said politely.
'Well I think you telling Miss Weasley that you like her was a very wise and brave move' Harry blushed but looked puzzled altogether.
'Uh…why?'
'Do you truly regret telling her?' asked the professor, ignoring Harry's question. Harry said nothing he wasn't quite sure. 'Look, do you really like Miss Weasley?
'Yes, said Harry, still feeling that it was forbidden to say that aloud.
'Then now she knows a clearer picture, she knows your opinion of her and she'll find out how to react around you and see you in a new light, she can now make a decision' said Professor Bendlow wisely, stirring her cup of tea and sipping it occasionally.
'She's made her decision already, besides she's dating someone else' said Harry hopelessly looking at his teacher in a bewildered fashion,
'Wait…and be patient' she said, and that was it, Harry opened his mouth to retort and state clearly that he was stuck in a dead end, that nothing he ever dead was going to change his mind, but she cut him. 'If you really really like her Harry, than don't give up' and she ushered him out of the classroom, exactly when the bell rang. Harry then ran to the Charms classroom slipping into the room where people were levitating off of their chairs and others were causing their books to rip themselves. He found Ron and Hermione seated next to each other bickering.
'Oh come on now, there is no way you could use a cushioning charm for that!' spat Ron, Hermione didn't retort as she had just noticed Harry.
'Hey what did Professor Bendlow want with you?' asked Hermione excitedly.
'Um… I'll tell you later' murmured Harry glancing at Ron; he remembered that Ron still didn't know anything about after the Quidditch match.
After Charms Harry told Hermione what Professor Bendlow had told him after the class while Ron had gone to the toilet.
'She is right of course' said Hermione who was deep in thought.
'I dunno… it was like she new absolutely everything about it' said Harry wonderingly.
'Well, it seems like she does Harry' said Hermione cautiously.
'Huh?' said Harry bewildered,
'Oh never mind, Ron's back anyway.'
And they all walked to the Transfiguration room. Transfiguration was as merciless as usual, Harry had grown an increasing bad temper and his frustration at trying to transfigure a dog into a cat was not helping, there was barking all around the classroom and this was not helping Harry either, he was trying to figure out what he should do to make Ginny like him, and it was fogging all sense of concentration he had controlled over the past couple of days. A small release was when the bell rang, lunch was next and Harry could refuel himself, he was feeling weak and tired, but lunch had now turned into a frustrating session just like all the other lessons.
Harry would now inspect the great hall whenever he set foot into it. Ginny would always just stick to eating her meal, or talk with her friends, while Harry would search for the guy who is dating Ginny, no one ever came up to Ginny except Colin Creevey and Harry would never believe in a million years that Ginny would start dating him. Harry would twist and turn his neck in every direction along all of the house tables including Slytherin and search frantically, he would only stop when Ron complained that he was making him dizzy.
Harry's mounting anger quickly turned into jealousy during lunch, Ginny would never approach him now, and Harry started attacking the mystery person who was dating Ginny, subconsciously.
'Oh what does she see in this person anyway?' thought Harry while walking on his own to potions 'he's probably got loads of spots, yeah, and he's probably as stupid as Goyal.' And with these vicious thoughts he walked a little bit more satisfyingly towards the dungeons. But no sooner had another thought popped into his mind than a broomstick whacked him in the face.
'What the-' but he noticed too late. Peeves the poltergeist was hanging upside down, swooping right in front of his face.
'Boo!' he screamed and then he cackled merrily, making Harry jump. Harry tried to ignore him as usual but his temper was rising swiftly again. Harry continued to walk.
'Yes, it's the return of Potty wee Potter'
'Go away Peeves'
'Going somewhere Potty?'
'Yeah, as a matter of fact, I was'
'Potty wee Potter got it in for a girl?' said Peeves tantalisingly, Harry stopped in his tracks.
'What!' said Harry, shocked.
'Potty got it in for a girl?' repeated Peeves in that hatefully evil voice.
'No' said Harry
'Ha ha! Potty is gay!'
'No' said Harry heatedly.
'Potty wee Potter is gay!' shrieked peeves gleefully.
'Oh my God' breathed Harry, and he continued his way to Snape's classroom. Soon enough Harry had to sprint as Peeves was chasing after him with the Broomstick singing evilly 'Potty wee Potter is gay!' and trying to whack Harry around his head. Harry reached the Potions room, panting, you could still hear Peeves singing, the Slytherins had to suppress very emphatically their giggles and laughter.
'Your late' said a sinister voice softly.
'Sorry, sir, Peeves kept-'
'No excuses, you will do an extra essay for me on the properties of Fwooper hairs as punishment, do I make myself clear?' said Snape.
'Yes, sir' said Harry miserably, he trudged to his desk where Ron and Hermione were sitting at the back of the classroom. They gave him sympathetic looks which, if possible, made Harry even angrier. He was grumpy for the rest of the class and he blocked every one from hearing range and just continued to work solitary on his speeding potion.
At the end of his school day he was up to his forehead in homework and was locked up in the Gryffindor common room. Harry was trying to finish his five essays three of which were due for the next day. Hermione was working silently and Ron was itching the back of his head trying to think of answers for the questions he was assigned. Harry was sick of it all, he was miserable, with Katie paranoid about the next Gryffindor match even though they had just had one and the next one was ages away, and all the homework he had to do and then there was dealing with rejection from Ginny and even though Harry learnt and accepted it, Sirius's death. He didn't ever forget it, it was always hanging around in some measure of size, whether big or small, there was always a rainy cloud on top of him. Harry was staring at the back of Ginny's beautiful head when a sharp voice interrupted his train of thoughts.
'No that is not right Ron' whined Hermione
'Can't you just leave me alone for just one minute?'
'Ron I am trying to help you, not torture you!'
'Yeah, well it really does feel painful at the moment'
'Who said it's not painful for me?' said Hermione in a slightly lower voice, loaded with emotion.
'Your always correcting people, can't you just leave it for once?' said Ron ruthlessly.
'But I am helping you!'
'Your not, you just make people feel more stupid!'
'No I do n-'
'Will you two just shut up!' shouted Harry, finally losing his patience. Just like last year, Hermione and Ron's faces were shocked, they were both silent.
'Harry-' started Hermione but Harry interrupted her again.
'I have had enough of all of this!' and he left everything at the table and turned towards the portrait hole.
'Harry where are you going?' asked Hermione, nearly close to tears.
'To a place where there is some bloody peace!' and Harry stormed out of the portrait hole, whacking the portrait behind him.
Author's Note: really depressed here, the weather is horrid, anyway here are my notes…
To my two faithful reviewers… I loved both your review, I have taken on your criticism Miraboo and am in the process of processing it, Melvianna…always a pleasure reading your review.
By the way, if any one's interested I did a one shot fic and it is mainly fluff, very unlike me mind you, and I might write a bit more for that fic.