Harry sat in the chair by himself watching the fire burn within the fireplace. Ron was on the other side of the room with Ashlee but he felt as if he was alone. He was so confused. Why would Hermione even get with someone like Malfoy? All those years of hating and scoffing at him and now she was snogging him in front of a whole classroom. Right after they had had a fistfight in potions, mind you. It didn't make sense. Maybe she started the fight. He thought. No, because Draco called her a mudblood. Yes, but he didn't sound like he meant it. Since when have I called him Draco? Since Hermione started to love him. LOVE HIM? …Yes I suppose she loves him. I don't see how she could. That isn't the point. I shouldn't care who she loves as long as she is happy. But he can't possibly make her happy, can he? He looked over at Ron and Ashlee. Ron was sitting on a chair and Ashlee was on his lap, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. Well I know that Ron is completely different around Ashlee than he is around me. But Draco? I mean seriously, I cannot even begin to fathom Draco being a good person. He was never a good person to me. But maybe he is to Hermione. In fact now that I think about it I don't think he has insulted her at all this year. No… Could he really be in love with her? He shook his head and stood from his seat. Things were getting way too complicated. "Gnite." He halfheartedly said to the couple, which both sent a mumbled reply he could only imagine meant goodnight. He dragged himself up the stairs towards the boys' dormitories, only stopping to pause looking in the direction of the girls dormitories before turning toward his own and continuing on. Now you did it, Harry. She hates you now. He sighed and opened the door to the boys' dormitories. Damnit.
Harry lay awake in bed, wondering where he went wrong in the friendship. He knew of course that Hermione loved him… as sister-brother type love of course. But that was what bothered him. If she loved him like that wouldn't she take his opinion to heart? Wouldn't she allow him to speak his mind, and so on and so forth? She has. He thought. I haven't done that for her. No wonder she is livid. He turned over in his bed unable to find a comfortable spot. Oh, Hermione. What am I supposed to do? He imagined what she would say, and instantly wished he had not of thought of what she would say. He could picture her with her hand on his. 'Harry,' she would say 'You should just give him a chance. I mean hell, maybe I'm right.' And then he could picture her smiling warmly at him in an effort to make him smile. Maybe I should give Draco a chance. No, no, no, no, no, no! He banged his head simultaneously into the pillow with each no that shot into his mind. Yes. He stopped. Did he just agree with himself? He sat up in bed. Yes, maybe I should. I mean hell Hermione has always had a good aspect of people. I mean really she has.
He looked over at the boys sleeping around him. Seamus was snoring loudly, which meant even if he did make some ruckus no one would discern it from the snoring. He hopped out of bed eagerly. He tiptoed over to his trunk and slowly undid each latch, jumping a little when they clicked out of place. Then he lifted the lid and rested it against the wall. Robes… no, invisibility cloak… no, quills… yes, parchment… yes, ink… yep. He pulled these three items out and then pushed his invisibility cloak back down under random pieces of clothing and such. Then he closed the lid and placed the objects on the lid. He dipped his quill in the ink and then let it hover over the parchment. One drop of ink hit the parchment and then splattered a little. What am I supposed to write? Dear Draco, I'm giving you a chance. Don't fuck with me. Love always, Harry? No... That didn't sound right. I suppose I should just write what I'm thinking…
His quill touched the parchment and started to write furiously. When he was finally done with it he looked down and read it silently to himself.
Draco,
I do not want to be your friend. In fact, I cannot think of a day in my life where I will ever want to be that. But you are dating one of my best friends, and she has asked me to try and… "accept" you. So this is your chance. Either you prove to me that you are what Hermione says you are, or you screw up (which might I add I think you will) and prove that I am right and Hermione is wrong. I am trusting you, which in itself is almost unbelievable. So you had better not ruin this because you will never, I repeat for infuses, never get another chance. Don't screw up.
Your… acquaintance,
Harry Potter
P.S. I still hold up my offer. If you hurt Hermione in any way whatsoever, your life will officially be hell on earth. What can I say, there are some perks to being famous.
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