Characters © J.K. Rowling.

Plot © Sami-Lee 2000-2004.

Warning: As well as Slash, this chapter has some extreme adult themes.

Harry and Hermione had finished their homework hours ago when Harry's mum got home and were deep in conversation about Ron and Draco and the issues involving the two of them. "Oh, Hermione... We haven't seen you in a while, dear, how have you been?"

"Fine thank you, Mrs Potter." She smiled at Harry's mother and then turned back to Harry. Harry got up and shut his bedroom door as his mother walked into the kitchen; Hermione noticed that he flicked the lock as well. "What did you lock it for, Harry?" She was puzzled, Harry's mother never interrupted them, she always knocked and the conversation they were having wasn't that secretive that he'd needed to lock the door.

"Just habit, I guess. Sorry..." He trailed off as he lay back on the bed and stared at the photos, pictures and posters on the wall next to him. He'd covered almost the entire southern wall of his bedroom, and from the majority of the photos, Draco smiled down at him. Harry sighed and then turned his attention back to Hermione.

"You really like him, don't you?" She smiled and looked up at the wall herself. She couldn't blame him, he was probably the best looking guy in the grade, but really, Harry was nothing special without his personality, and perhaps his eyes if you really got the chance to look at them. She did so now. "You're lucky to have each other." Harry nodded and smiled at Hermione, but raised an eyebrow when Hermione only managed a half-smile back.

"What's up, Herm?" Harry had the distinct feeling, just for a fleeting moment, that Hermione might like Draco. But he really isn't her type, he thought to himself, Hermione prefers the less jock type guys, the guys that are quiet and reserved, but still know how to have fun, and she certainly doesn't go for blondes, she's always liked the guys who don't play sports, don't follow the fashion and don't chase after girls like they're rabbits in hunting season. Harry paused for a moment. Hermione likes guys like me! Great...

Hermione was sitting on the end of the bed, watching as Harry ran all these thoughts over in his head, he eyes not moving from his even thought he wasn't looking at her. As he did, though, he found himself caught in her gaze for a moment, and saw something in them that he had only ever seen in Ron's and Draco's before... longing. "I'm fine." She stammered, pulling her glance away from his and getting up off the bed, "Anyways, it's getting late, I should get home." Harry nodded and went out to ask his mum if they could drop her home, to save her catching the bus that late.

When they pulled up outside Hermione's house, Harry got out of the car and hugged her goodbye, then he watched her run up the stairs and into the house from the passenger seat, before turning to his mother.

"What's for dinner?" He hadn't spoken to his mum about anything that had been going on at school, and she hadn't asked. Harry wrote everything down in his diary, and his bedroom was the only room in the house where issues of that nature were mentioned. His mother hadn't known about Ron. His mother didn't even know he was dating boys. Not that he was gay, though, because he was certainly still attracted to girls. He took that moment to think about the way Hermione had looked into his eyes and shook his head before turning up the radio.

His mother leaned across and turned the volume back down. "I can't concentrate with that racket, we're having spaghetti for dinner." Harry nodded. "Harry, we haven't spoken for a while, how's school going? Do you like your new subjects?"

Harry was taken aback by the question, but smiled anyway. "It's fine, yes, I like my subjects. Hermione's in my math class, she was over tonight helping me with my homework." His mother nodded but didn't say anymore. It was true, what she had said, she and Harry barely spoke anymore, and they had been so close not so long ago. Had he become too involved with Draco? Was he neglecting his family and friends? He didn't think so, but then, how long had it been since he'd seen Seamus on a weekend? Ages... he said to himself, and resolved he would do something with Seamus on the coming weekend.

The next morning as Harry sat on the bus, listening to his discman, his mobile started vibrating in his pocket; he pulled it out and saw that he had received a text message. It was highly unusual for Harry to receive a message this early in the morning, he wondered perhaps if he'd left something at home and his mother had let him know. He was surprised when he opened the message and saw it was from Hermione. 'Meet me at McDonalds, come alone, we need to talk.' Harry stared blankly at the phone for a couple of seconds before realising that he needed to get off at the next stop. He fumbled for the stop button, pressed it, almost fell as the bus skidded to a halt and stumbled off the bus as the bus driver shouted something about stupid school kids.

He turned his discman off and shoved it into his backpack as he started walking down Park Street. Why did Hermione need to talk to him? Surely it wasn't about Ron? Harry suddenly felt very apprehensive as he walked into McDonalds and looked around for Hermione, Not finding her downstairs, he headed upstairs and found her sitting in one of the corners.

"Hey, what's up?" He sat next to her and put his bag on the table beside them so he could look at her. "Are you ok?" He asked when she didn't answer; he already knew she wasn't though, from the look on her face. She nodded, then started crying.

"I had a huge fight with Mum last night, I didn't know what to do so I left, I didn't know where to go, so I went to Draco's because he lives so close to me, I... I..." she started crying harder. Harry moved to comfort her, but the second he placed his hand on her shoulder he wondered what she had been about to say before she started crying again. Had she and Draco done something? Harry's heart plummeted.

"What happened, Herm?" He tried not to sound angry, or worried or anxious, but he knew he did. Hermione looked up, her eyes and face stained with tears, and without saying anything she held out her arm for him and started crying again. Harry looked down at her arm and saw a thick bandage wrapped around her wrist. His heart jumped back up and into his throat this time, as Harry turned her arm palm up and saw the dark blood stain on the under side of the bandage. "Oh, Herm... How deep is it and how long has this bandage been wrapped over it?"

Hermione sniffled, "I'm not sure, I did it while Draco was sleeping this morning. I left before he was ready, so he wouldn't see, and so I could talk to you..." She started crying again, only this time she just let the tears fall and the sobbing wasn't as bad. Harry had known that Hermione was having problems with her mother since her father left, but he'd had no idea it had gotten this bad, he felt bad for not being there when she needed him.

"Next time call me, and I'll come down, ok? Lets go clean this off." Harry led Hermione into the bathroom. (The men's room to be precise, and they could just deal with it.) Ever so gently, Harry started to peel off the bandage, as he got closer to the skin, he noticed that the bandage had stuck to the drying blood. He ran it under some warm water and Hermione bit her lip. "Herm, I have to get this off, ok? It will probably hurt, feel free to hold onto my arm as hard as you want." He smiled at her, and she nodded, still biting her lip as Harry started, as tenderly as he could, removing the bandage.

Hermione yelped as the bandage started to rip away from the exposed cut, which was very deep, Harry now noticed that it opened up a good 2 centimetres. "Hermione, you have to get this looked at. There's a doctors surgery across the street, I'll take you over there, you've lost a fair amount of blood too. I'm going to finish getting this bandage off, ok?" She nodded, and gripped his arm even harder as Harry slowly peeled the bandage from her torn wrist. After about 10 mins, Harry had managed to get most of the bandage off; there were still some bits too stuck for him to try and remove; and there was blood all over the sink and the floor.

Harry cleaned up the blood and disposed of the bandage as best he could. Then he lead Hermione back out, carrying both of their bags and took her down to the doctors surgery across the street, where they told the doctor that she'd fallen and cut herself on a shard of glass. Harry knew the doctor didn't believe them, but he also knew that the doctor had no right to interrogate them further.

He stayed with her while the doctor sewed her wrist up with 7 stitches. She was still in tears as they left the surgery and started to school, the doctor had written them a certificate, stating that she had cut herself on their way to school, their parents had been informed and Harry had been need to aid Hermione. Harry and Hermione walked the two blocks to school in silence, and Harry spoke to the secretary when they arrived, handing over the note the doctor had written, the secretary nodded and Harry and Hermione hurried off the maths.

Harry and Hermione told everyone exactly what they had told the doctor – that Hermione had fallen on the way to school and Harry had taken her to the doctor. There was no point in worrying them or causing grief on Hermione's part. The only person Harry told was Draco, who had been worried about Hermione, and Harry for that matter, when they hadn't turned up at the beginning of the day.

"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up." Draco claimed, somewhat annoyed. "But I'm glad Mione's ok." Harry nodded as the two boys headed up to their homeroom to change their books for the next two lessons.

"What'd I miss in English?" Harry asked as the two boys shut their lockers and headed to their next class.

"Nothing, just some stuff on essays, which you probably could have done with." Draco smirked and Harry swatted at him with his geography textbook. Which reminded him, he had geography with Ron, would Ron sit with him?

After a painstaking Religion lesson, the only thing Harry REALLY hated about St Patrick's, Harry said goodbye to Draco and made his way down to his geography class. Ron wasn't there yet, Harry was glad to see, so he took a seat towards the back. This left the ball in Ron's court as to whether or not he wanted to sit with Harry. Harry piled his books onto the table next to him, just in case, and to stop Lavender from sitting there.

Ron entered the classroom, followed by Blaise zabini, who glared at Harry before taking a seat at the front of the room. Ron zigzagged his way through the desks and headed straight for the spot where Harry now had his feet up on the table and was leaning dangerously back on the chair. "Sorry about the other day, Harry, mind if I sit here?" without waiting for an answer, Ron dumped his books onto the desk and sat in the chair beside Harry, causing Harry's chair to wobble alarmingly.

"Sure, why not." Harry said jovially from the floor moments after his chair gave in to the wobbling and fell.

"Opps, sorry, Harry." Ron grinned sheepishly and Harry laughed. He pulled himself up off the floor and plonked back into his chair. The rest of geography went rather slowly, and Harry ended up writing, as usual, a letter to Draco, but when he finished and still had 10 or so minutes until Lunch, Harry decided to write a letter to Seamus as well. He wrote:

Dear Seamus,

Miaow. Miaow, Miaow. Don't ask, because honestly I don't know, did you slip me chocolate in homeroom? Mayhaps. I'm going to be a cat. Yes, Yes I am. Right, so long as I don't start singing Teddy's Bears picnic, right? Right... Anyways, What are you doing this weekend? I am planning an outing and would like very much for you to tag along. Shopping perhaps? I'm dying to buy some new Anime DVD's. Well, let me know.

Cheers, Miaow,

Harry.

Miaow.

Miaow....

Ok, bye.

Harry folded the note up and put it in his pocket with the note for Draco. As the bell rang he didn't grab his books and rush out of the classroom like he usually did, instead, he gathered his books up and walked up the two flights of stairs with Ron. When they reached the 10th grade lockers, Harry searched out the two blondest boys in the grade and found Draco over by his own locker, obviously waiting for him, and Seamus no where to be seen. He headed over to Draco and pulled his note out of his pocket.

"Oh Harry, you shouldn't have!" Draco squealed in mock excitement with a bad southern-American accent. He then preceded to hand Harry a note in his own messy scrawl.

"But I did." Harry winked. "Have you seen Seamus anywhere?" Draco shrugged and shook his head.

"I have band practice at lunch today, for that thing on Friday night, so you might as well go and find him and sit with him, ok?" Draco folded the note and put it in his pocket. Harry nodded, waved and ran off to find Seamus. He started with the Quadrangle and failing to find him there, or in the library, (which was very unlike Seamus anyways) Harry found Seamus in the canteen line.

"Hey Seamus."

"Oh, Hiya Harry, what's up?" Seamus asked smiling, as he stepped back and let Harry cut in the line in front of him.

"Thanks Seamus. Here, I wrote you a letter." Harry beamed proudly and handed the letter over. Seamus covered his eyes in mock horror at the bright highlighter scribbled all over the page. Then proceed to read the letter. He laughed crazily for a few moments then stopped and looked sideways at Harry.

"Harry, sometimes you're such a girl. And yes, you did have chocolate this morning, I saw you eating it at morning tea." He stuck out his tongue and stepped forward as the line progressed. "And what's with all the Miaowing? Harry, you go be a cat. I'll call you Felix." Harry laughed and Seamus couldn't help but crack up laughing as well.

The end of another chapter... Well, I just wanted to get the next chapter up, but I'm working on the next one already, I guess I've just had so much stuff going on lately this has become my escape from it all, plus it just puts me in such a good mood writing Stupid!Harry so keep your eyes out for heaps of chocolate, some crazy anime impersonations, and Draco with blue hair!!

R & R

Cheers,

Sami.

Miaow.

Miaow....

Miaow.........