None of the characters are mine all belong to j k Rowling, Please let me know what you think, I know its short, but I will update soon if people like it.

There wasn't any other way to describe how he was feeling other than the word bored. Seriously totally and utterly bored. It was a Saturday but for some reason that Harry couldn't quite fathom, for the last 20 minutes he had managed to amuse himself by flicking pieces of egg onto Neville to see how long it would take him to notice. He had reached 20 so far, even managing to land a piece of yolk on his Neville's head; he would have continued as well, had he not caught the disapproving look from Hermione.

He really did hate lunch times like these ones, Hermione reading a large book of some sort, Ron watching Hermione read the book while trying not to drool, and this left harry. Well this left harry feeling extremely miffed and playing tiddlywinks with his food.

There had to be something of interest going on around the school somewhere, Christ even Malfoy had been ignoring them over the last couple of months. In fact Malfoy didn't seem his old self at all, rarely caused conflicts, and seemed to keep himself to himself. Coming to think about it Malfoy looked drawn and paler than usual.

Casting his gaze over to the Slytherin table he caught sight of Pansy and Blaise caught in what looked like a heated discussion over a fashion magazine, beside them sat a rather disgruntled Malfoy, his hair in disarray and puffy, slightly red eyes. He was pushing his food around his place with a look of distaste plastered across his face. Blaise and pansy continued to fight ignoring their friend next to them, who had now abandoned his food and was swinging backwards on his seat.

'Funny' Harry thought 'he looks bored too, if a little suicidal'.

Just as this thought passed through Harry's brain Malfoy looked up to meet his gaze. Harry did the first thing he could think of, he winked.

Malfoy's eyes widened, the legs to his chair slipped from under him and he promptly fell to the floor. At the same moment Pansy leapt from her chair a look of triumph on her face, thwacked Blaise around the head with the magazine, sending him unceremoniously on top of Draco.

Draco squealed, tried to get up but only ended up entangling himself further.

"Well I never knew Malfoy was into men, but hey whatever floats your boat" Seamus shouted across the hall, eliciting peals of laughter from all the houses.

Bright pink and extremely pissed off, Draco shoved Blaise off him and stormed out the hall.

'Well, that certainly made lunch more interesting' Harry thought as he strolled out towards the lake.

Hermione was busy and Ron would probably meet him later on, the sun was out so he might as well enjoy it while it lasted he reasoned. Harry loved the sound of the water lapping against the shore. He found it relaxed him, allowed him to zone out.

It would have done that today as well, had after sitting down for a few moments the bush beside him not began to mutter swearwords under its breath.

"Um, hello…"

"Oh fuck off" came the quick reply. Harry considered this for a second, but having not grown up in the wizarding world; its many obscurities never ceased to fascinated him. Therefore Harry decided that if he had found a talking bush then he was bloody well going to talk to it.

"No I will not fuck off, this happens to be my spot and I will not be leaving anytime soon"

"Fine"

More huffing and cursing was heard from inside the bush.

"Look tell me what's wrong or please be quiet I'm trying to think"

The huffing stopped only to be replaced by a distinct sniffing sound. Oh god Harry thought, this bush is actually about to have an emotional break down on me.

A quiet fine was murmured,

"The entire school likes I'm a faggot."