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Chapter 7: Denial?

Ron and Hermione walked into the Charms classroom to find Harry, whose face was full of emotion. Shock and hurt. They walked over to him and sat on both of his sides, Ron on one side, Hermione on the other.

"What's wrong Harry? You look like you just lost the Quidditch Cup." Ron said to him. Hermione would've shot Ron a look of annoyance, he can be so insensitive, but was too focused on Harry at the moment.

Harry looked up at both of them, the same look on his face. He saw their worried faces and quickly shook it off.

"Oh….umm…….Nothings wrong. Who said any things wrong? Life's all good for Harry. What makes you say that?" Harry asked hastily, hoping they couldn't see how terrible at lying about this kind of thing he was.

"Um I dunno maybe it's that you look like a deer in headlights. Come on mate. You can tell us." Ron insisted.

Harry looked back and forth at them. He knew he couldn't keep anything from them. They knew him too well.

"It's just-"

"Quiet down class! Quiet down!" Professor Flitwick had just walked in the door. Harry sighed a huge sigh of relief and thanked the Professor silently for his perfect timing. Hermione gave Harry a look a mother would give to his child who'd just done something wrong. The I'm-not-done-with-you look. Harry ignored it and got out his books and attempted to pay attention but his mind kept floating back to what he'd witnessed this morning.

'I could've been dreaming,' Harry thought. 'I mean I didn't get that much sleep last night….'

'But why didn't you get that much sleep last night?' the voice in his head asked.

'Sudden case of insomniac?'

'No! You were thinking about Her!'

Harry shook his head. No he hadn't been dreaming. After all you would've thought that after feeling Malfoy bump into you, rather hard, and then saying, "Outta my way Scarface" with a snarl afterwards would convince you that you were indeed awake.

No, he knew he was awake and it was all true but he just didn't want to believe it. I mean Malfoy and Ginny? Ginny and Malfoy? He thought he must be mistaking at what he saw.

Even though Harry continued to try and convince himself that he was indeed mistaking and he simply needed to get his glasses checked, he knew that deep down he was just denying what he didn't want to be true, hoping that this would make it go away.