CHAPTER THREE: Laughs in the Library

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HARRY'S POV


Ron and me have been everywhere on school grounds, I'm sure of it. We've looked up every secret entrance and been through all of them as well. But today, we thought of making one. I'm not sure who brought it up, exactly. Maybe one of us was joking around, but suddenly, Hermione was saying, "You could make one you know. It's in a book in the Library called: Secret Passages, Yours and Alls. I've passed it a couple of times and glances at the print, but it was too big for me to decide to read. The print, I mean. Would you like to go get it? I'm done with my homework."

Me and Ron weren't actually finished, but Hermione slipped into the Girl's Dormitory to change, so we copied her work real quick. Nothing wrong with writing down someone else's answers. Not when your grade is at stake.

"She's crazy," Ron said as we all walked down the hallway to go to the Library. "Bloody insane. You can't make a secret passage!"

"Well then how did the first ones get there?" I asked. "Common sense, Ron. If nobody made them, then who did?"

"Okay . . . Well, what if we get caught? Hmmm? What about that? Surely there's a rule against vandalizing your school-"

"Please Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "It's hardly vandalism!"

"Yeah, Ron," I agreed. "Lighten up."

He didn't quit pouting, but he did shut up, and that pleased Hermione to the point of where she couldn't wait to find a place to make that secret passage. We decided to make it close to the Great Hall, because if we got caught going to it we could just say we were going to eat or get something.

Along the way Draco Malfoy fell into step with us. At first I couldn't stop blushing - my current dream which had a lot to do with cold soda and cowboys . . . But when I realized Malfoy's normal smirk that was supposed to be on his face wasn't there, I stopped blushing. Did he want to "talk" to me again or something? Because I wasn't going to talk to him. Ever. Not if I can help it. Yeah, I'm sorry about him loosing his magic. It's a real waste. But he's got a taste of his own medicine, now he's not one of the most powerful wizards at school. In fact, he won't be until the end of the year! Ah, so many ways to make him hate me even more . . .

DRACO'S POV


Weasel stared, Granger gawked, and Harry blushed. Well, I can tell that I'm truly wanted to be in this group. I figured they'd take sympathy on the fact that because my powers are gone I've lost all my magic. But I guess I was wrong. They probably don't even care about me. "So . .. Where're you going?" I asked as nicely as possible.

"Nowhere," Weasel replied. I hate his red hair. I'd love to yank it out and shove it somewhere where the sun don't shine and make sure it never grows back.

"Nowhere? All three of you are walking down a hallway in the direction of the Library and that means that you're going nowhere?"

"It means your not invited Malfoy, so buzz off!" Harry snapped suddenly. I resisted the urge to let my mouth hang open. He loved me. So why was he yelling at me like some kind of dog? Wasn't he just blushing a moment ago?

"Uh-huh . . . Well, how do you know I'm not going to the Library to get a nice book to read. Maybe to work on my homework?"

They looked at each other before Harry sighed, "Well, I guess if you need a book then we can't stop you from going . . . But that doesn't mean you have to hang around us. We're not your friends, Malfoy. And we'll never be." they begin to walk faster at that, thinking that I've got the point and I won't bug them anymore.

On the contrary, now I'm very interested to see what they are doing. It must be bad! Or maybe they really just don't want me to hang around. Said the Voice in my head.

Not true, I said back as we walked inside the Library, Harry likes me okay. Just not around his friends. He doesn't believe they would understand our relationship.

The Voice was obviously very annoyed at that. He gets annoyed at everything I have but he doesn't. He's so selfish! What RELATIONSHIP are you talking about, precisely? You guys are at the point where he feels more sure about himself because he knows that now you can't hex him. That's ALL.

I paused outside the doorway, the first time feeling the effects of having no magic. My plan of making him love me by a love potion would never work. Not now. Because I don't have the magic to make the potion.

Okay. New plan. That's all. I'll get a book that requires a little less work. That's all.

I could almost her the Voice say, Good grief.

RON'S POV

Malfoy seems to be doing a lot of hanging around with my friends lately. He chases Harry down hallways and Hermione said they talked a lot during his Quidditch practice the other day. I'm not jealous that he would rather to talk to my friends and not me. No.

I'm just mad that he thinks he can talk to my friends.

And not me.

Ah! The day I start liking Malfoy will probably mean that any moment the world is going to explode. Because I've hated him for so long, and liking him would just be wrong. Sure, he's dead-hot and he does have a nice body, and he does have that to-die-for smell. But he's evil! And my family hates his family.

I don't like him. I'm just desperate.

"Hey Ron!" Harry called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I asked walking over and feeling my face go red. Hermione is staring at me with a look of pure shock on her face and Harry seems like he's about going to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked.

That did it for both of them. They collapsed into giggles. Now I'm getting nervous.

"Ron - you -" Harry began, "You got all - all - close and you - you . . ." he laughed again, tears streaming down his cheeks. This time Hermione took over for him, though she didn't do a better job.

"All close - and he was like -" she made a weird face by scrunching up her nose and squinting, "And - you were smelling him - Oh god!" she laughed again.

This time I made sense of it.

I stood by Malfoy - really close while he stared at me like I was some kind of freak. And then . . . I sniffed him. Lordy.

I feel my face going hot but I patiently wait for them to stop laughing and to wipe the tears from their cheeks. "Okay," I said with an anger-free voice, "Let's go look for that book now. I think I know where it is."

They agree and we walk toward that section.

No more Malfoy for me.

Authors note: Yey for me. I'm done with this chapter! And the next one shall be uploaded either tomorrow or the next day . . . You never know . . . I'm full of surprises . . . BUT, I am going on vacation the eighteenth and I don't know how long I'll be gone . .. Hopefully not long . . . I'll be staying with old people and they kind of scare me . . . Oldpersonaphobia. Look it up. It's real. I swear.