Harry jerked awake so fiercely he shot upright. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and begged silently that the dream he just had wasn't a vision.
Was he really walking into a trap by befriending Draco?
Whether it had been a vision or not, it sent a wave of uncertainty through him.

The dawn had not even broke yet. It was the time in the morning where the sky was light and gave a pale blue glow to the room. Harry looked over at Ron's bed. The boy never did come back last night.
Knowing that returning to sleep would be useless, Harry got out of bed and went to dress, only to find that at some point in the night, Ron had taken his clothes back.
With a sigh Harry threw on his jeans and a navy blue t-shirt, and went down to the commonroom.

He sat in a chair close to the fire and stared into it, lost in thought. After a while he managed to doze off, and didn't wake up until he heard voices entering the room. He sat up and twisted around in his armchair. His two best friends jumped, realizing they weren't alone. Hermione had been walking Ron back over to his room. Obviously they'd hope Harry wouldn't notice he'd been away all night.
Harry really wanted to smooth things over. To sit down with them and they'd all talk things out like adults. But his mood at the moment was not allowing him to take the action of starting a heart to heart. So he just stared back at them for a moment before turning back around in his chair and returning his gaze to the fireplace. Evidently Ron and Hermione did not feel like taking the initiative at the moment either, and returned to their rooms.

We'll talk about it later Harry told himself

Around 7 o'clock Harry started to head down to the Great Hall. Not having an appetite this morning, he took a few short detours. He passed by the entrance to Dumbledore's office, and thought about asking for the headmaster's advice but he still had bitterness against the old man for keeping information from him that could have saved lives, Sirius's in particular.

He finally reached the Great Hall and went in. Hardly any of his peers were there yet, but what do you expect early on Saturday morning? Sitting at the end of the table he munched on a bit of toast, wondering what the day would bring.
As he took a sip of pumpkin juice he spotted Draco coming in over the rim of his cup. He set his drink down and gave the boy a small wave. The sleepy eyed blonde gave Harry a startled look (He'd never seen Harry up so early) but then smiled and walked over to him.
"We still on for today?" the boy asked.
Harry hesitated for a second. "Sure"
"Cool. I'll meet you at Gringotts at ten sharp, alright?"
"Okay"
Draco turned and headed to his house table. The few Slytherin there were a few third years, and they didn't question him, mainly because they looked too scared to even talk to him. Harry left the room and decided he'd make use of his time and take a nice long shower.
He scrubbed, and lathered, and rinsed, and repeated until the water began to loose its heat. After he'd dressed he went to the mirror to fix his hair. He ran a comb through his wet locks, brushing it so it was sleek and pulled back. The style hadn't looked good on Draco and looked down right awful on him. With a low chuckle he shook his head vigorously and immediately his hair returned to its unruly state.

Though the dream had shook awake his small unsure ties about Draco's intentions, Harry couldn't suppress his excitement from the thought of spending a nice Saturday in Hogsmeade with the boy. Mainly because there was a sense of the unexpected to the situation. With Ron and Hermione it was always the same pattern, always safe.
Harry looked at his watch and realized he had only a little under an hour until he was to be expected in front of Gringotts. The boy rushed out the door and made his way out to Hogsmeade. As he exited the castle, he received a blast of the chilly fall air, and knew he'd regret forgetting a sweater, but there wasn't time to go all the way back to his room.

When he reached the small town, he paused to take in the view. Hogsmeade was one of his favorite places to go. He casually window shopped as he made his way through the crowd, towards Gringotts. Before he knew it he'd reached the large bank, and very early. But even though he was a good ten minutes in advance, a familiar blonde was sitting on the steps of the bank, fidgeting with his clothes and smoothing down his hair, looking extremely anxious. Harry grinned at the sight. No way was the boy he saw before him a heartless deceiving traitor. The dream was shoved down into the back of his mind to be forgotten, as he strolled up to Draco. The blonde hopped up as soon as he saw him. "Hey"
"Hey" Harry said, suddenly feeling awkward. They stood for a moment unsure of how to go about things, as passers by gave the two curious looks. A fresh gust of cool wind gave Harry an idea of where to go first. "Mind if we go to Three Broomsticks for some Butter Beer first?" Draco nodded and they set off down the road, oblivious to the pairs of eyes that were watching their every move.

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