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Chapter Three: Hogsmeade or not to be?

Harry woke to the cold, dark room. He suddenly sat up, and gasped. Lying with his arms wrapped around Harry's waist was none other than Draco Malfoy. What have I done? Harry thought to himself. Just last year I put his father in prison, and now I'm making out with him in a dungeon classroom. What's wrong with me?! Harry pushed Draco off him and ran from the room.

Harry could see his breath as he ran down the dungeon hallways. The early sun was rising, and Harry was ready for a new day. When he reached the gryffindor common room he saw a sight he didn't expect.

Hermione was sitting in Harry's favorite chair, secluded from the others. She was sleeping, her chest gently rising. Her hair was tasseled in front of her face. In Harry's eyes, she looked like an angel. The early sun cast a glow about Hermione, and even without brushing her hair and still in baggy pajamas, Harry thought she was more beautiful than anything he's seen.

Harry walked over to the sleeping angel and placed his hand on his lap.

"Oh Hermione. I need you more than ever. What's wrong with me?" Harry placed his messy, raven-haired head on Hermione's shoulder. She turned her head and opened her eyes.

"Harry. Where have you been? I've waiting all night and…" But her sentence was cut off by Harry's mouth. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Hermione's pale, pink lips.

"Hermione, thanks for being there." Then Harry casually got up and strode off to bed. Tomorrow was Saturday, and he would finally have a day to recollect his thoughts. As he drift off the sleep, a blonde and a brunette waged battle in his mind. What am I doing? He thought. Why can't I be normal?

Harry awoke the next day to a clear, blue morning. He skipped over to the open window and smelled the clean breeze coming off the lake. It was a new day, and he could get away from the tangled mess of spider webs he weaved over night.

Harry walked over to the open closet and slipped on a pair of fitted black pants and converse sneakers. He reached for his white t-shirt, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Harry's green eyes were sparkling more than ever, and his tan skin shone with the new day's light.

As Harry walked down to breakfast a familiar voice snuck up behind him. "Harry! Harry! Wait up! Where were you last night?" Ronald Weasley was running behind Harry, trying to keep up with his frantic pace. "I didn't hear you come in at all. Were you off with some girl?" Ron eyed his best friend carefully, knowing full well he never gets the truth from Harry.

"Sure Ron. Whatever you'd like to think." Harry walked faster, smelling the bacon and breads below in the hall.

"You know what today is Harry? It's a Hogsmeade Saturday? You coming this time?" Ron persisted, eyeing Harry closer, as if a snake in a glass cage.

"Yeah, I'll go. But just to shut you up." As Harry rounded the corner he bumped into another boy, about the same size as him, but platinum hair.

"Watch yourself Harry." Draco pulled himself back off the gryffindor then gave him a small wink. "Guess I'll be seeing you in Hogsmeade today, what a joy, as usual." Draco snorted in a sarcastic manner.

He could not believe it. Being a jerk after last night. And giving him that wink right in front of Ron. He could have slipped! He could have let out their secret! Our secret, Harry thought to himself. He actually shared something with Draco.

Harry chowed through breakfast. He didn't glace up, paranoid of another wink from Draco. Harry didn't even see Hermione at breakfast. Ron snorted at the thought of her being in the library again, and ate more pancakes.

Finally it was time to queue up for Hogsmeade. Harry walked with his head hung low to the front gate, Ron jabbering beside him about the hot blonde he ran into yesterday in the hallway and whom he was meeting for lunch. Ha. I can't help myself Harry nodded in agreement as he thought about Draco. His iced eyes burned a thought into Harry's mind, and he couldn't escape it.

"Harry. Are you actually going to Hogsmeade this year? That's a change." The angelic voice echoed in the archway as Hermione strode up and placed her hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah. Well, I wanted to get out of the castle. I've been feeling at bit, cramped." Harry paused to carefully choose his words.

"Oh, ok." Hermione replied in a high-pitched voice. She eyed Harry carefully, trying to catch a glimpse of the emerald treasure that was the gateway to his thoughts.

The rest of the way the trio walked in silence. The year has been splitting them apart, and there was nothing they could do about it. Ron was interested in girls, being that he was a proclaimed hero from battling with death eaters. Hermione was busier than ever with her strenuous schedule, and Head Girl duties. Harry was busy sulking to himself. After the death of Sirius, and now Dumbledoor, in the final battle with Voldermort, Harry felt without a single soul of guidance.

Harry walked slower as Hermione lectured Ron about being responsible and caring with girls. Harry stopped near a bush at the gate to Hogsmeade, examining a small pink bud lurking in the shadows. He pulled at the bud, wishing it to open like the others. Giving up, Harry continued to casually stroll near the dark trees.

As he turned the corner, a hand pushed out from behind a tree and grabbed Harry by his shirt. He turned and saw yet again the slytherin with ice eyes staring back at him.

"'Ello Harry. Care you talk, or would you like me to force it out of you?" Draco sat on the ground looking like his normal self. His hair was longer, and loosely hung near his ears. Draco's long torso was extenuated by the back button up shirt and faded jeans. "Harry, I know you have a lot of things on your mind, and I just wanted you to know that you can talk to me. I'll be here for you." Draco then pushed himself off the ground and hulled back into the cobblestone street.

A tanned hand slithered from behind a tree and grabbed the toe head back. "Thanks Draco." Harry's lips curled gently into a smile, and then pushed the boy back into the street. Harry jogged after him, briskly trying to keep up with Draco.

"Plan on following me all day Harry?" Draco turned and pushed Harry back playfully, like a puppy with a play toy.

"Maybe." Harry swung forward, his hand colliding with Draco's, this time sticking.

Draco pulled his hand from Harry's and winked. "Not in public." Harry smiled at the thought knowing Ron wasn't the only one with a date in Hogsmeade.

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