Now you're having fun... Are you still having fun?

Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Ron and Hermione. It had been a long time since he had willingly spent a night away from 'their room' and Draco.

Harry and Ron were playing chess while Hermione was reading a huge book about something fascinating, Harry was sure. Harry was having troubles concentrating at the game at hand. His mind kept on drifting to the day before, and to the argument he had had with Draco. It wasn't Draco's opinions that were hurting, really. They saddened him of course, but he had already known that Draco hated muggles and even that he was planning on eventually joining Voldemort's ranks.

What really scared him, though, was the way he was feeling right now. He didn't want Draco to become a Death Eater and the thought of it happening was almost making him cry. He was scared that he was starting to have feelings for Draco. Serious feelings, something more then friendship or a simple attraction. He was scared about what it meant.

"Hey Hermione" Harry called to the bushy-haired girl. "Is it true that wizards are more in contact with muggles in France?"

Hermione looked up from her book and frowned. "I... I'm not sure. I was there with my parents, so I didn't get to visit any wizarding communities" she admitted, disappointed in her lack of knowledge.

"But while you were there, did you maybe see more wizards walking around among muggles or something?" Harry tried again.

"Oh, I wasn't really paying attention" she answered. She was thinking for a moment before she said "Sometimes I saw people with horribly miss-matching clothes, but... It could just be people with a horrible sense of fashion" she said apologetically. "Why do you ask?"

"I just wondered about other countries and their wizard-muggle relations" Harry said. "I mean, we had Voldemort, but maybe in other countries the evolution took another path."

Ron decided to voice his opinion. "Bill told me that in some areas of the world, wizard are completely integrated and respected members of the tribe. But their magic is different from ours."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, curious.

"Well, they concentrate more on potions and maybe charms" Ron explained. "They don't usually know or use any offensive magic. I guess it's because they don't use wands. I mean, aiming a hex without a wand could be a tricky business."

Harry was confused. "So how do they do charms without a wand?"

"They concentrate" Hermione stated simply to answer Harry's question. "Why do you look so surprised?" she asked Harry. "I'm sure you have used wandless magic some time. At least when you were a child, before you got your wand."

"All wizards can do wandless magic, but using a wand is easier" Ron explained. "Usually children are more adopt to it, since they don't even have a wand. But with time it usually becomes harder to do since adults use their wand constantly and not their mind."

Harry leaned back on the chair, contemplating. "I think I did wandless magic last summer" He said to Ron and Hermione. "I was practicing a curse one night in a nearby park in Little Whinging. I couldn't use my wand, obviously, so I just picked up a dry branch and used it to practice the wand movement. Suddenly a shot of magic burst out and hit the ground. It started a small fire" he added a little sheepishly.

"So what happened then?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing" Harry shrugged. "I panicked. I was sure the Ministry was going to expel me from Hogwarts this time. But nobody ever contacted me about it. No letter, no howler, no nothing. I didn't push my luck and try again, though."

Draco walked in to the dusty room and immediately realized that Harry was already there. The Gryffindor had not come at all the night before, and he hadn't warned him about it either. Draco suspected it had something to do with the argument they had Thursday night. The slytherin wasn't sorry about what he had said, but he was glad that Harry had come back.

He walked to the alcove's entrance and leaned on the doorframe, taking in the sight before him. Harry was sitting in his big armchair, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees, staring at a goblet sitting on the window sill.

As Draco stood there, the goblet started to shake and clatter. After a moment, the movement died away.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked the now panting gryffindor.

Harry snapped his head up to look at Draco. He smiled enthusiastically before answering "Wandless magic."

Draco looked at the goblet and then back to Harry. "Why?" he asked bluntly.

Harry's smile faltered a bit. "Why not?" he replied with a question.

"Because there's no point to it" Draco said, more harshly then he had meant. "You have your wand. It's more precise and sophisticated. Wandless magic is for children and barbarians."

Harry looked profoundly hurt, and Draco regretted his words, but he didn't show it. He knew he was right.

Harry expression turned from hurt to anger.

"What would you be loosing by just allowing me to have my happiness?" Harry asked in a low voice, now looking at the immobile goblet again. "I was really exited about this."

The gryffindor stood up. "With a few lousy sentences you managed to crush it like a bug."

He turned his attention to Draco and walked towards him. He halted only when his face was a few inches away from Draco's. The slytherin just stood up straight and focused, expressionless, on a spot on the right side of Harry's head.

"Does it make you feel powerful?" Harry was barely containing his anger now. "You have no right. Don't stomp on my joy" he whispered.

Draco coolly met his gaze, but didn't say anything. They glared at each other for a minute, before Harry backed a few steps.

"I understand you didn't want to be the Invisible Child, but you don't have to be the bloody aunt either" Harry spitted out with more contempt Draco had imagined he could ever muster and stormed out the door.

Draco stood there, staring at the door that had been slammed shut five minutes before. Finally he lifted his chin up and glanced around the room. His eyes finally landed on the goblet, sitting forgotten on the window sill. He glared at it like it was the bane of his existence.

He flipped his wand out and pointed it on the goblet. One Accio later it was in his hand. He studied it for a moment with disdain and then proceeded on throwing it across the room with all his might.

Title of the chapter from Are you still having fun? By Eagle-Eye Cherry

The image of Harry practicing wandless magic was strongly influenced by Roald Dahl's novel, Matilda.

A/n: Oh, wow! Here we are, at chapter 20. I know how many chapters there are left... you don't... ;)

Once again, thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing. I really like those authors who comment on every review they get. That's nice. Now I'm kind of wishing I had started on that tradition from the beginning... Anyway, what I wanted to say is that I'm still seeing you. You have good questions, but I can't really answer them. Some of the answers would require me telling about the story's future, and others are just open for interpretation.

Now, I wouldn't want to be doing this, especially on such short notice, but I'm leaving town and I won't be updating for some time. This isn't really a place I would want to be leaving you, but oh well, tant pis. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but there's the 16th anyway. I'll probably start updating after we have all had a moment to devour the 'half-blood prince'. I hope you won't forget this story completely!

HP6, I can't wait! I'll see you on the other side!

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