by Jas
Harry's POV
Saturday morning.
Ron wakes me up, "Hey Harry, how'd it go last night?"
"How did what go?" I mumble; still half asleep. I can't seem to remember anything about last night.
"Did you fight with him?"
"Oh!" I slowly get up. "Yeah, I did. We didn't use magic."
"Really! So... what happened? I bet you pounded him into a pulp, didn't ya?"
I chuckle. "I don't think I could do that, Ron." He opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off, "... I got him in the face, if that's what you want to know. And I think..." I roll back my pants, "There. He kicked me there." A patch of black-and-blue formed overnight, and it feels terribly sore if I moved it.
He moves his hand, and I catch it before it comes into contact with my new weak-point.
"Don't even think about it," I glare at him. Ron returns it, and for a few good seconds we stare daggers at each other. Then I break into a smile and let go of his wrist.
"Harry! You idiot," Ron says, now laughing along with me. He pushes my head, "Come on... breakfast."
The Great Hall is filled with excited murmurs, coming mostly from the seventh year girls. I take a seat beside Seamus, "What's happening?" I ask. He shrugs.
I look across and see Malfoy seated at the Slytherin table, directly opposite me; clearly dazed. Only then do I remember that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter now hold a truce. Wouldn't you believe it.
I feel glad at the thought of that. No fighting for a while, so I should expect a rather peaceful school week ahead of me, right?
"Have you seen Hermione?" asks Ron.
"Probably in the Library. Say, you want to go there later?"
"Yeah, I don't mind. We can do our work there till Quidditch training begins."
"Ok."
We finish eating and go straight to our rooms to get our books, and walk to the Library.
The Library is rather empty, as usual. And yes, Hermione was in here all along.
We join her at a table somewhere at the back of the Library. I am determined to get work done today, and not think about... other stuff. Life's been quite hectic recently; then again maybe it's just me... Maybe I should just start with work already.
Ron and I manage to complete our Astronomy homework – with Hermione's help – and we're about to start on Divination when we hear Ron's stomach rumbling. We decide to grab a quick lunch, and then return to do our work.
"Hey, Ron, let's go earlier for training." I can't wait to fly again.
"Ok."
Hermione gives us this disapproving look, to which Ron says, "We've finished our work, you know."
"Fine. And you don't have to revise?"
"We've still got tomorrow, haven't we?"
"I give up."
"Alright, see you later, Hermione."
Ron practically runs all the way outside after changing and fetching his broomstick. I hobble after him as fast as I can, not letting my leg bother me. If I was feeling down, Quidditch always made it better.
We fly around 'til the rest of the team shows up, and then Ron starts training. "Ack, Ron, you go ahead with training. I've forgotten my goggles."
"Aren't you careless, Harry."
I walk up the few stone steps back into the castle and hurry back to the Tower. I find my goggles without much trouble. Now I have to get back outside. This is tiring; I hope Ron doesn't mind me being late.
The castle is very peaceful. I walk past many portraits; passages; Professor Flitwick; and a blond individual. "Ah, Potter," he says.
"Hello, Malfoy."
"We need to talk."
He sure seems to have a lot to talk about these days. "Haven't we already done that?" I raise an eyebrow.
"This is different."
"Hmm." Something is certainly different. No Crabbe and Goyle, no smug look, and if I'm not wrong, some peculiar glint in his eyes. "Ok, but not now. Really got to rush." He smiles faintly and leaves.
He understands? Was that a real smile? I continue down the stairs; another 99 questions zip through my head.
That boy really puzzles me sometimes.