Secret Smile
Today had been utterly and totally dreadfully awful for Harry.
Just thinking about it made him cringe, at the humiliation and embarrassment. The pain at the loss of points.
Sometimes Snape just pushed to breaking point, and he could stand that. But the way he had insinuated that Sirius had, and with Remus! He had shoved Snape, he hadn't tripped but had gone deathly still... and had ordered Harry out of the room, along with fifty points Harry would never see again.
He had stormed out of the Potions's room, furious, vowing never to come here again. Reason had prevailed again, and Harry had been a bundle of nerves when Hermione had found him hiding.
She had then preceeded to yank him by the ear and give him a telling off in front of half the school and most espeacially, Cho Chang. Harry didn't like her in that way now, but still, she had been the first girl he had kissed. You remembered that.
Cho had giggled with Marietta, Hermione gave them a look of the deepest disgust and suggested that if they had so much free time to laugh at Harry why they don't tell the Daily Prophet, since they were so eager to tell everyone else's secrets. Marietta had paled, clutching at her face and Cho had stilled, scorn littering her words and body language.
Harry and me? Hermione had just laughed as Harry blushed red fleeing the bickering teenagers.
He just wanted them, to go away.
Sitting, shoulders slumped and a scowl on his face, he glumly regarded the world. It seemed hell bent on making his life as terrible as possible. Sometimes he wondered, why me? Why not someone evil, like Malfoy?
Sighing, he crossed his arms on his knees and rested his tired head on them.
Merlin, life was strange. Just weird. Kind of like a soap opera, but with wizards. Harry briefly wondered if wizards did have soap operas, and if they ever protrayed Muggles.
Shrugging, Harry wished away the horrible mental images.
Life sucked, and he had the lead role his this twisted melodrama. There was the villain, always a threat. Harry really didn't know, how he was supposed to kill him...
He gulped. He had never really thought, seriously, about death. His own, certainly, but never him killing someone even if they were evil. Evil, or good they were as good as dead. Dead... How could he kill someone?
Harry was shaking, trembling slightly when he felt her sit beside him.
Fingers were icy with dread, was he going to die? He didn't want to die. He just felt so cold.
Her hair covered her face, but he could see her lips, twisting, seeing her teeth bite the thin upper lip, a flush infusing it.
Looking at Luna, Harry felt so glad that she was here, even if she didn't speak.
Shakily smiling at her he felt his heart lift as she smiled back. That was his smile.
AN: love to all that have reviewed. Don't own HP. Don't really wish to. Better things to do with my life.