by Jas
Harry's POV
I regret not revising those vanishing spells. McGonagall wants us to vanish the snails on our table. I glance around the class. Goyle sends his snail flying up in the air instead. Well, looks like Hermione's the only one who revised. Big surprise.
I can't concentrate. Quidditch season is starting in a few days, and the first game is Gryffindor v Slytherin. Potter v Malfoy, in other words. How convenient.
Someone just threw a ball of paper at my head and it interrupts my thoughts. Speak of the devil. I pick up the note, and glare at Malfoy. Very surprisingly, he smiles! What the bloody hell. Ron is now looking at me. Can tell he's surprised too.
I read through the note, twice. Scared, is he? Although, I never knew I caused him trouble... He can't even sign off properly, without canceling, umm... something. What's there to smile about, anyway? I pass the note to Ron, making sure Hermione doesn't see it. Knowing her, she'll probably confiscate it.
After dinner, Ron, Hermione and I head straight back to the Common Room to clear that whole load of homework. I'm thinking about the coming Quidditch match and I don't realize how many mistakes I'm making in my essay. Ron is falling asleep where he is sitting. And as usual, Hermione is checking our work, helping us with most of it too. She isn't very satisfied with our attitude. Then she and Ron start bickering, again. Seriously, those two...
Hermione storms off to the Girl's Dormitory. Ron too, leaves for the Boy's Dormitory. I sit in front of the fireplace, which reminds me of Sirius and how we used it as a channel to talk through, two years ago. Then, I think of the two- way mirror and Malfoy. I have just come to realize that I have not seen him the whole day, after Transfiguration. Hah, bet he's avoiding me. I can use the mirror to find out, though. But feeling drained, I decide to turn in.
The others have gone to sleep already, and the Dormitory is in darkness. "Lumos," I whisper. I walk over to my bed when I realize that the mirror on my trunk is glowing. I pick it up and make my way to the staircase.
Malfoy?
There is a faint image on the surface.
Definitely Malfoy.
I can make out his pointed face and white-blond hair.
Don't tell me he found out?
I start to freak out. Then I hear a yell, and something has probably happened to him, because the image disappears.
Maybe not.