You're so right and you don't think your wrong

Harry was sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. Dinner had started 15 minutes ago, so he was expecting his friends to arrive any minute. They had originally all gathered in the common room after classes, but Harry had felt the need to get out of there pretty soon. He had spent two nights in a row with Ron and Hermione, trying to make up for his moody behavior and to maybe re-connect with them too. But it was hard. Maybe he had let them drift too far away.

Harry wondered if Draco had noticed that he hadn't been in 'the room' there since Friday. Surely he must have. The slytherin was there practically everyday. Harry vaguely wondered if there was anyone suspicious about that in the Slytherin House. Didn't Draco's friends wonder where he spent all his nights? That led him to another question. 'Does he have friends?'

Harry was just about to look at the Slytherin table to see if Draco had already arrived when he heard Ron drop himself down on the bench next to him.

"Harry?" Ron said, but Harry was busy trying to look past Hermione, who had sat on his field of vision. "Is something wrong, mate?" Ron asked when he didn't get an answer.

Harry was still scanning the Slytherin table.

"Harry?" Hermione asked from across the table.

Harry gave up on his task and turned his attention to Hermione. "Huh? No, nothing" he reassured them.

Hermione gave him a knowing look. "Harry..."

Harry hated that look. Why was it, that every other thing they discussed these days was what was wrong with him. If he said there was nothing wrong, they should accept it, especially since there was nothing wrong! He had just been a little preoccupied.

"What, Hermione?" he snapped a little aggressively. Then he drew a big breath. He didn't want to alienate his friends any more. "Look, nothing is wrong." He looked Hermione straight in the eye while saying this to show her that he was being sincere.

"Just tell us, Harry" Hermione asked pleadingly.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Harry slammed his palms on the table making the goblets closest to him fall over. "Here's an idea. How about I make a list of things that are wrong, starting with my parents murder and ending with Sirius's? That way you can just pick your favorite, and leave me the hell alone!" He was standing by now, practically screaming at her.

The entire Great Hall was quiet. Hermione had tears in her eyes when she whispered "That was totally uncalled-for."

Harry said nothing and left the Great Hall.

Harry stormed out of the Great Hall, through the entrance hall and out the front doors. He felt so angry right now.

He started running on the road leading to the gates of Hogwarts. He kept running as fast as he could until he was out of breath and had to slow down. He came to a complete stop and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

He was angry at himself, more then anything. Loosing his head like that and yelling at Hermione. Screaming about Sirius's death for all the world to hear.

He straitened himself after a moment and took a long breath trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. He didn't want to be doing that.

After a while, he turned around and started heading back to the school, wrapping his robes more tightly around himself as he went. He debated about going to visit Hagrid at his hut, but decided against it. Hagrid would take one look at his face and ask the inevitable question he obviously didn't want to be asked.

So he headed for the second floor instead.

By the time Harry reached the second floor, he was fuming again. Hermione really shouldn't have pestered him like that. It was obvious it was going to lead into one of two things. Either Harry blowing up or 'confessing' what was supposedly wrong with him. Either way, it hadn't been fair for Harry. Had Hermione been a real friend, she would have believed him.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in slamming it shut after him. This time he was really surprised to Draco here so early. He would have thought the blonde would still have been at dinner.

Draco looked up from his book and watched Harry without saying anything.

Finally Harry got bored of the staring contest. "What!" he snapped rudely.

Draco lifted his eye brow. "Nothing" he replied evenly.

"You want to know what's wrong with me" Harry accused mockingly. "Why I was fighting with Hermione."

"Not particularly" Draco said. "Why should I care if you're fighting with your friends?"

This deflated some of Harry's anger. "No reason" he answered quickly. "Right."

Draco returned to his book and Harry walked past him towards the alcove. After a moment the gryffindor came back, however, and opened his mouth to say something. Then he did a dismissive wave with his hand and left again. Two seconds after he was back once more.

"Unless you think I should be showing some kind of interest now that we are sharing a space regularly" Draco drawled without looking up, interrupting what ever it was that Harry was about to say.

Harry stood still for a moment, looking at Draco reading his book calmly. "I won't lie to you, sometimes your lack of empathy amazes me" he said in a surge of superiority.

This time Draco looked up. "And I would prove my empathy by asking you what was wrong?" he asked with a frown.

"Yes, for instance" Harry answered.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment longer, something of a disappointment showing in his eyes. Finally he said "Why would I want to be doing that, since it'll only result in you screaming at the top of your lungs at me?"

That deflated the rest of Harry's self-righteous anger. So Draco had been at dinner, and he had heard it all. And Harry had done it again. He felt so stupid.

Harry tried to explain where he was coming from, but it only came out as a pathetic "She just kept on asking over and over again."

Draco snorted at this. "Wow, I guess she really really wanted to know then" he said without pity.

Haary leaned heavily on the desk of drawers. He looked at Draco and Draco looked at him back. He didn't want to seem so self-absorbed. Not in front of Draco anyway. He wanted to explain what had angered him so badly, but honestly, there was no decent explanation for it. And Draco was ruthless, he would see right through it.

Finally Draco dropped his gaze and went back to his reading. Harry kept on leaning against the desk of drawers. He lifted his glasses on his forehead and rubbed his eyes for a moment thinking.

"I guess I should go apologize to her then" he said more to himself than to anyone else, but hazily he saw Draco's head snap up. He quickly put his glasses on normally to catch Draco's expression. Well, it was as expressionless as always.

"That you can do later" Draco said almost reproachfully. "Go on, skip to your little corner now." He nodded to the direction of Harry's alcove.

"Wha-?" Harry was confused.

Draco looked him right in the eye and said a simple "Stay." Then he dropped his gaze before Harry could reply. Dutifully Harry went and sat down on his armchair in front of the window. It was only fair after all. He had already been away for two nights in a row.

Title of the chapter from Human by Carpark North

A/n: I wrote yesterday. See, I haven't been writing since I started posting this story, which is of course very stupid. If I only post and don't write, I'll run out of things to post... But I wrote yesterday. I thought it came out quite nicely. And why am I telling you this? Well, I guess I just felt like sharing.

Now that we are here in chapter 10, I felt this would be a good place for me to thank all the readers once again. Thank you if you took the moment to review me, too. It is hugely appreciated, even though I haven't responded to them individually. But I have noticed, and I cherish them. Some of you have reviewed more than once, I know, I see you. And even if you have never reviewed me, I still see you. I'm a stalker.

And on that happy note, I'm leaving to help my sister move. This is in a whole other city, and I can't be sure when I'll be back. I might miss a update, but then again, I might not. Anyway, when I come back, I'll give you... Chapter 11! The logic of this is really overwhelming.

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