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--Hogsmeade and Thoughts--

(Drisana's POV)

Obviously very excited about something, the Gryffindor class emerged from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Trailing at the end was Harry, Ron, Hermione and Drisana. Harry was a little subdued and just listening to the others talk about the lesson.

What happened back there? Drisana thought. Professor Lupin deliberately stopped me from attacking that boggart! I noticed he stopped Harry, but that's expected. It'd be a shock if Voldemort suddenly appeared in the classroom, but why ME?

She shook her head in frustration. Nothing made sense anymore. At home, everything happened for a reason. Everything was as it should be. It usually made her want to pull her hair out and use it to somehow escape from the bleak sameness of it all.

But now that was all she wanted. She wanted to wake up and find the Chamberlains waiting for her with breakfast on the table. She wanted to be able to go to school in her pajamas and take a break whenever she felt like it.

School wasn't the only thing different though. She actually had friends! She and Hermione had grown, if anything, even closer and Harry and Ron were always around when you needed them. She quickly got into her new routine of classes and everything, but she didn't think she'd ever be able get used to her having friends. Although she never told them, she'd never had a real friend before because of her being home schooled. Nobody really wanted to talk to the girl-that-was-home-schooled-who-nobody-knew.

(Harry's POV)

It was Saturday and the four of them entered the common room after a late breakfast. Today was the first Hogsmeade weekend and the room was buzzing with people discussing where they should go.

Harry slumped into a chair and pulled his homework to him. He noticed Drisana looking at him funny and as he raised his head to look at her, she flashed him a quick smile and turned away to listen to what Fred Weasley would do with a sack full of stink pellets.

He couldn't help feeling a little left out. Out of all the third years he was the only one not going to Hogsmeade. He tried to block out his thoughts and turn his attention to his homework, but this was hard as Ron, Hermione and Drisana kept glancing at him with a worried face. Finally Drisana sat down in a chair next to him. He knew she was looking at him but didn't feel like meeting her eyes.

"You ok?"

"Yea, I'm fine." He pulled his face into a smile and tore his eyes away from the same paragraph he'd been staring at for the last minute to look at her.

She raised her eyebrow at him. No. He was not fine. He had every reason to be the polar opposite of fine, but it seemed childish to sit around and sulk.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." He repeated and looked back to the page "It'll be cool to have some time to myself."

Yea, like you're ever by yourself he heard. He jerked his head up and stared at Drisana.

"What?"

She looked back at him with questioning eyes. "Hmm? Whaja say Harry?"

"I said it'd be cool to be alone for a while, then you said 'yea, like your ever alone'"

Her eyes widened and she drew a gasp. Her voice returned What the Hell? Did I say that out loud? No. I'm sure I didn't. But how could he have...can he hear me? Harry's eyes grew as wide as Drisana's looked. He heard the words and was positive it was her voice, but it couldn't be.

He blinked a couple times to make sure his eyes were working correctly. He looked back at Drisana's face, which was still horrified, and quickly looked away. But...but...her lips didn't move! He thought. They Didn't Move! Why am I hearing her voice? Wait, are these her thoughts? Oh Crud. Can she hear mine?

At this thought, he looked up at her as she put her hand over her mouth. He looked around the common room to see if anyone else noticed them freaking out, but they were all talking and laughing at whatever Fred and George Weasley were up to.

He returned his gaze to Drisana as though it was a dream. Ok. What's going on here?

Drisana lowered her hand and took a deep breath, taking her eyes off Harry for the first time. When she opened them, they had a sad, distressed look in them.

"I don't know."

(Drisana's POV)

She looked up at Harry and met his eyes. They looked scared and they had a note of plea in them. Her brown eyes stared into his green ones for what felt like ages until she noticed she was leaning forward in her chair. She saw Harry was to, their faces inching toward each other, and quickly pressed her back against the cushion and changed her position so she was facing forwards instead of sideways so Harry wasn't in her sight

"Ok" She said trying to make her voice sound calm. Calm? She thought I'm anything BUT calm! How can he hear-oh fudge! She sighed at her stupidity.

She glanced over to Harry. He was staring at the spot where Drisana's face had been moments ago. When she looked over though, he turned his head to meet hers. His homework, long forgotten, slipped off his lap and fell with a crash to the floor. They jumped and Harry stooped quickly to pick up the fallen books.

He spent more time picking up his books then necessary. When he did get back up, he placed them on the table and stared at the cover of his Defense Against the Dark Arts book where a wizard was pointing his wand at a cowering gargoyle. He sighed and sank back into his chair with his eyes shut. He stayed like that for a while, leaving Drisana to stare at him.

Drisana felt her mouth go dry. She gulped and blinked a few times before, very timidly, thinking Harry? Can you hear me?

(Harry's POV)

He opened his eyes and saw her staring at the floor. He knew she didn't speak. He watched her hair fall over her shoulders and this time she allowed it to stay there.

When he didn't answer, she turned to look at him and their eyes met again. Her eyes were begging, Crying for some response.

He watched her for a moment before nodding his head and thinking back to her

Yes

A/N: 0o0o0o0o0o0! An evil cliffhanger. Little voices scream 'Whatever shall we do?? Whatever shall we do??' Hehehe, I'm so weird. Please review. Flamers can leave their remarks with their own work thank you veddy much!

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