The rest of the week seemed unreal to Harry, yet all the same he had not had such a good week in a long time. He met Draco for detention every evening, since no teacher believed they were actually getting along. The boys didn't mind because they could hang out and not receive the suspicious looks from the fellow students. Harry had been slightly worried that Ron and Hermione had told the rest of Gryffindor about his "temporary insanity" as they called it. Instead they'd apparently decided not to accept it, which meant ignoring the fact all together, and if Harry so much as glanced at Draco when he was with them, he received a disgusted glare from both of them.
Needless to say the trio's tight knit was swiftly unraveling. As much as Harry tried, all three had changed a lot over the summer up till now, and their newfound differences were producing uncontrollable strain on their bond. Harry found himself distancing from them more and more. He couldn't stay on this depressing thought long. Every time he thought what he was losing, he thought of what he'd already gained. Draco Malfoy.
The blonde was new to Harry. He was moody, spontaneous, carefree, and as much as Harry hated to admit it, he felt he'd found an equal.
It was now Friday night and Harry had all his clothes thrown on his bed. He couldn't understand how he could have clothes, but have nothing to wear. Somehow this trip to Hogsmeade was going to be different, Harry could feel it. He felt completely frustrated as he yanked clothes on and off. Ron walked in as the boy was storming around in red boxers.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked amused at the sight.
"Trying to find something to wear for tomorrow." Harry huffed, "and I have nothing!"
Ron went to his trunk and pulled out a black t-shirt, and red hoodie. He tossed them to Harry saying, "here borrow these and just wear your jeans. I swear I've never seen you so worked up about a Hogsmeade trip." Harry said nothing as he put his clothes back in his trunk and laid out tomorrow's ensemble on top of it.
"So where should we go first? Hermione wants to get something for that stupid cat of hers, but after the pet store I say we go visit Fred n' George."
Harry froze and looked at Ron like a deer in headlights. "I thought you two decided not to go this time."
"Well we weren't, but we talked about it last night and think it'd be a good idea. I know things have been kind of weird, but this will give us a chance to hang out and go back to the way things were."
"Ron, it'd be impossible to go back to exactly the way things were and you know it."
The boy lowered his head. "Yeah...I know."
"I wish you'd said something sooner. I already made plans."
Ron was shocked, "With who?"
Harry raised his eyebrows at him, hoping he wouldn't have to say the name.
The red head registered it and his jaw dropped, "You can't be serious! Him?!"
Harry nodded confidently.
"Fine! Forget your friends then."
"Oh come on Ron! You know I wouldn't have agreed to go with Draco if you hadn't said earlier this week that you and Hermione weren't intending on going this time. And you have to understand that now I have more than just you two that I want to spend time with"
"You've been with him all fucking week!" Ron bellowed, "Hermione made me not say anything cause we all thought you'd get over this phase, but come on Harry! Choosing your enemy over your friends?!"
"I'm not!" Harry said, his voice cracking slightly with frustration, "I've just made plans already and I'm not breaking them just because you two changed your mind! Draco's changed and he's my friend now. That doesn't mean you're being replaced." Even as Harry spoke pleadingly, he could tell his words were not getting through to the stubborn red head.
Ron looked up at him with a cold indifferent look. "Fine, do whatever you want" he said in a calm seething tone, "But don't be surprised when the bastard hands you right over to you-know-who!" And with that he stormed out of the room.
Harry flopped on his bed as a few angry tears escaped his eyes. Fighting with his friends, especially his two closest, was painful. He knew time was too precious to waste on them being angry at each other. From experience he'd realized that anyone he loved could be taken away in the blink of an eye. He winced as he thought of Sirius. He closed his eyes tight and begged for sleep to take him over, but the argument had stirred up thoughts that would not rest. So Harry turned out the lights and laid there in the darkness.
He planned on apologizing to Ron when he returned, but hours passed and he still had not come back. Harry's eyelids began to feel heavy a little after 2 o'clock, and finally he fell asleep.
Needless to say the trio's tight knit was swiftly unraveling. As much as Harry tried, all three had changed a lot over the summer up till now, and their newfound differences were producing uncontrollable strain on their bond. Harry found himself distancing from them more and more. He couldn't stay on this depressing thought long. Every time he thought what he was losing, he thought of what he'd already gained. Draco Malfoy.
The blonde was new to Harry. He was moody, spontaneous, carefree, and as much as Harry hated to admit it, he felt he'd found an equal.
It was now Friday night and Harry had all his clothes thrown on his bed. He couldn't understand how he could have clothes, but have nothing to wear. Somehow this trip to Hogsmeade was going to be different, Harry could feel it. He felt completely frustrated as he yanked clothes on and off. Ron walked in as the boy was storming around in red boxers.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked amused at the sight.
"Trying to find something to wear for tomorrow." Harry huffed, "and I have nothing!"
Ron went to his trunk and pulled out a black t-shirt, and red hoodie. He tossed them to Harry saying, "here borrow these and just wear your jeans. I swear I've never seen you so worked up about a Hogsmeade trip." Harry said nothing as he put his clothes back in his trunk and laid out tomorrow's ensemble on top of it.
"So where should we go first? Hermione wants to get something for that stupid cat of hers, but after the pet store I say we go visit Fred n' George."
Harry froze and looked at Ron like a deer in headlights. "I thought you two decided not to go this time."
"Well we weren't, but we talked about it last night and think it'd be a good idea. I know things have been kind of weird, but this will give us a chance to hang out and go back to the way things were."
"Ron, it'd be impossible to go back to exactly the way things were and you know it."
The boy lowered his head. "Yeah...I know."
"I wish you'd said something sooner. I already made plans."
Ron was shocked, "With who?"
Harry raised his eyebrows at him, hoping he wouldn't have to say the name.
The red head registered it and his jaw dropped, "You can't be serious! Him?!"
Harry nodded confidently.
"Fine! Forget your friends then."
"Oh come on Ron! You know I wouldn't have agreed to go with Draco if you hadn't said earlier this week that you and Hermione weren't intending on going this time. And you have to understand that now I have more than just you two that I want to spend time with"
"You've been with him all fucking week!" Ron bellowed, "Hermione made me not say anything cause we all thought you'd get over this phase, but come on Harry! Choosing your enemy over your friends?!"
"I'm not!" Harry said, his voice cracking slightly with frustration, "I've just made plans already and I'm not breaking them just because you two changed your mind! Draco's changed and he's my friend now. That doesn't mean you're being replaced." Even as Harry spoke pleadingly, he could tell his words were not getting through to the stubborn red head.
Ron looked up at him with a cold indifferent look. "Fine, do whatever you want" he said in a calm seething tone, "But don't be surprised when the bastard hands you right over to you-know-who!" And with that he stormed out of the room.
Harry flopped on his bed as a few angry tears escaped his eyes. Fighting with his friends, especially his two closest, was painful. He knew time was too precious to waste on them being angry at each other. From experience he'd realized that anyone he loved could be taken away in the blink of an eye. He winced as he thought of Sirius. He closed his eyes tight and begged for sleep to take him over, but the argument had stirred up thoughts that would not rest. So Harry turned out the lights and laid there in the darkness.
He planned on apologizing to Ron when he returned, but hours passed and he still had not come back. Harry's eyelids began to feel heavy a little after 2 o'clock, and finally he fell asleep.