by Jas- Perr is grumpy about the paragraphing with tabs. It does not show up. :/

Harry's POV

Ron suggested that we come to Hogsmeade to 'hang out, and look around', and here we are. However, I do suspect that his real reason for coming here is to swig some Firewhisky. Not that he's really allowed to. Anyhow, I'm just glad that Seventh years are allowed to leave and return later.
There are quite a number of Hogwarts students around. There's Justin Finch-Fletchley; Dennis Creevey; one of those girls who is rumoured to have a crush on me; a group of Slytherin girls; a group of Hufflepuffs; and there's Ginny with some boy from Ravenclaw. Hmm... still better not let Ron see.
I notice that Ron and Hermione are walking considerably closer than usual. Well, now that they're together... I never really did ask when they started, did I? Suppose I could do that later. It's not like I feel left out or anything.
"You guys want to go on yourselves?" I ask innocently.
Hermione glances at Ron, who says, "We're good... But if you want to, we're not forbidding you."
Should I?
I look around, maintaining a blithe appearance, trying my best to immediately find somewhere to go to.
I suppose I'll need a bit of gold. "Ok. So I'll catch you guys later?" I say, signalling to the small bank.
"Yeah, ok."
"And meet you in the... where?"
"Hogs-- Ow... Three Broomsticks?" Hermione elbows Ron really hard. Guess she probably knew he wanted to go to the Hogs Head. Just too smart, that woman. Good luck, Ron.
"Ok." Walking away, I leave the new couple with a wink.

The 'small bank' was definitely not small. It was one of those shop houses that looked old and shabby on the outside, but inside... inside was a completely different story. The place was quite magnificent; leading me to believe that this could be a part of Gringotts, or they could be magically connected in some way. You'll never know.
Well, maybe Hermione does, but I won't bother to ask her.
The goblin at the counter doesn't seem very friendly. But all goblins don't look very friendly. Stout and odd-looking; long fingers counting Galleons and Sickles; staring straight into your eyes – oh wait, this one was a bit cock-eyed. I sincerely hope that they can't read minds, especially mine. I might be hexed if they knew what I thought of them and their scratchy voices and... Nevertheless, I shall not mess with one.
I collect some money and hurry out of the place, glad to be away from it... and those things. I see that girl talking to Ginny. That girl who supposedly likes me... I hope they don't spot me. I don't need another girl gushing over--
"Hey, Harry!"
Too late.
I am kind of forced to wave to them. And Ginny beckons me over, which is just great. Just as I'm walking towards them, Malfoy and his cronies step into Honeydukes. Stop showing up everywhere already. But then again, this is a school trip.
I'm quite sure he has something to tell me.
But that will have to wait. The girl seems a bit nervous and excited; she has taken to staring at my feet instead. Come to think of it, I have seen her in the Common Room before. She's a fellow Gryffindor, is she not?
"Hello! Where're you heading?" Ginny starts. There's a big, big grin on her face.
"Hmm... Just walking around."
Then pointing to the other girl, she says, "My friend, Alexis Vine. She's also from Gryffindor; sixth year."
Oh, so now she's Ginny's friend. Even better. "Hello, I'm Harry." To which, she lets out a small giggle. I guess what they say is true, because her ears are turning really red as well. And we shake hands. A good actor's got to do what a good actor's got to do.
Well, I've got to admit, she is rather pretty.
Ginny giggles too. What is it with girls? "Did you see my brother anywhere?"
"Well, he went to the Three Broomsticks. I'm supposed to meet him there later."
"Ok, see you there, then?"
"Sure. Why not?"
The girls don't exactly walk away, but loiter around a bit.
I know not what I got myself into, because Honeydukes, here I walk.

I expected to go in unnoticed, but the stupid liquorice-covered monkey in the display window started dancing and making unnecessary noises, as a form of a greeting. The shopkeeper smiles and Goyle does what he does best - blinking idiotically, in a corner.
Honestly, he could do something right for once, and eat that monkey. I see the other fool already eyeing it. Whoever does it, I'd pay him.
At least that particular person didn't turn around. But is that a good thing?
I approach him - not in the way I had in mind, but I figured it was the only means of getting him to acknowledge my presence. Knowing him, he'll just go about picking sweets and ignore me completely.
And here I am, struggling to form sentences again. I'd even spit out the words; I don't care. Just as long as I can get the damned message across...
...before he tells me to go away - like talking to a dog; an animal.
Sorry to say, I would have let his wrist go if I was still holding it; hear it fall and drop on the floorboards with a loud 'thud,' before kicking it.
You thick, unfeeling, little bitch.
Brilliant, Alexis is peering into the shop.