Disclaimer: JK Rowling's Characters do not belong to me at all hence the reason for this fic actually hehe.

Warning: Mentions of Slash/femslash but not the way you think. -

AN: Silly idea that wouldn't leave me alone.

All Over Again - Take 2

The Hogwart's Library, quaint, quiet, and all those other 'Q' words that really have absolutely no relevance to why we're here. There, amidst towers of books, sitting on a chair of cherry wood, was a Bushy-haired young woman and her companion, who wasn't forced to be there or anything…really he wasn't….groan….

Her associate had been mindlessly turning pages of some transfiguration book, never really paying much attention to what it was, or the fact that it was upside down and in a totally different language. Why was he here again? He decided voicing this concern may cause him some sort of physical harm, but he wasn't reckless for nothing.

"Hermione why are we here again?" He kept his voice low, knowing that Madame Pince could pick him out as easily as if he had shouted.

"Harry, we're here to study. I thought it was plainly obvious." She just gave a look that was solely reserved for these times when she felt he was really naïve.

"No.." he huffed I mean why are we here in Hogwarts? I thought I said I wasn't coming back? Why are classes even in session, it's summer!"

Hermione just gave him a pitying gaze. Any moment now she just might pat him on the head patronizing him, as usual.

"Harry, all these years and you never knew…you poor, stupid boy."

"HEY!" he cried feeling quite scandalized that Hermione would call him that. She started patting him on the head, and Harry had the insane urge to throttle her, but squelched that unhealthy thought.

"It was just a question. No need to get all uppity with me." He sniffed.

"If you must know, it's because all major canon and fanon occur mostly on Hogwart's ground. Therefore, it was agreed upon that this is where our many manifestations will dwell until needed." She said all this as if reading a cue card, which Harry turned his head to look for. What did that even mean? He decided not to talk about it anymore cause it was causing him some major brain hemorrhaging.

The atmosphere grew quiet once again. Harry was just thankful that yesterday was over, if one could call time passing around here as simple as 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow'. They had finished their errand and were now able to do whatever the disclaimers told them to. He sighed in content and tried to relax in the hard wood chair. Yet, something prickly was still there, right at the back of his head. He felt as if there was something he'd forgotten. Something that involved with what happened yesterday. For some reason he started to grow apprehensive, and a small sense of panic was starting to form at the pit of his stomach. What was missing? Then it hit him. Oh dear lord how could he have forgotten! Maybe Hermione was right, he really was stupid, but than again Hermione didn't appear to remember either.

"Hermione, where's Malfoy?" He would never admit that his voice sounded small and pathetic.

"Malfoy? Why do you want-!" Harry saw realization dawn upon her. Oh good, she did remember. He was about to suggest that they go and hide for the next couple of weeks, but it was too late. A Thunderous sound boomed along the walls of the library as the entrance doors slammed open. Even some wood splinters came out of the dramatic entrance. There was Malfoy, leather pants, tight black shirt, long blonde hair that was slowly going back to it's usual state, the earrings vanishing and the strange tattoo on his arm fading away to nothingness. Oh God, it was going to be a bad day, Harry thought.

Malfoy merely trudged along in quite a sulky manner, giving death glares the minute he saw someone staring at him. He plopped unceremoniously in the chair besides Harry and just gazed at the table's surface with a blank face. It was coming soon, Harry can almost taste it in the air, Hermione looked like she just drowned in the tension that was coming off of Malfoy. Soon…and Malfoy started to cry.

"Dear god! What has my fictional life come to? It's really not fair, not fair. I feel like Dobby, bonded to this evil entity except socks aren't going to free me! What is my motive really? I only just recently came to grips with being a 3 dimensional character in Jo's books" he continued to bawl paying no heed to the way Madame Pince was 'shhing' and gesticulating to keep quiet, but she didn't really want to get involved when Malfoy got like this. Hermione just looked at Harry as if saying 'it's your turn this time!' Why him? Couldn't they just kill Malfoy and end all their suffering? But Harry just gave a sideways glance to the pathetic boy and immediately felt that stupid emotion known as 'pity' wheedle it's way in.

"What happened Malfoy?" Harry made sure to keep his voice as soft and as comforting as possible.

"Oh! What do you care, Potter? You couldn't possibly understand my anguish. Jo gave you the better end of the deal in the long run. You get to love! What do I get? Parents that I've technically only seen 3 times, at least book wise, a girl that I'm not even certain is my girlfriend cause it's never confirmed, and a birthday that I only recently been given knowledge of." Malfoy pouted. Harry wasn't sure how to handle this, normally Malfoy's complaints weren't so well founded. He looked at Hermione pleadingly, but she looked about as helpful as Ron when it came to emotions.

"Was it the fanfic? Maybe this just the after effects of the angst?" It was a weak argument, Harry even felt silly using it. Malfoy looked thoughtful for a moment though.

"I guess that's what started it. I mean how many times do they have to insist that I'm abused? And then as I was there telling Greengrass how much I loved her because she was the only person to 'understand' me, minor shipping is weird by the way, I realized, have I ever really loved? I'm forever telling people I love them in one fic or another, but who do I love in canon? I can't say Pansy, the books don't say she's my girlfriend they just elude to it, which isn't enough. At least you get the Weaslette, you have some sort of foundation." Malfoy said bitterly. Harry felt strangely uncomfortable, technically he didn't have Ginny since he broke up with her, and, of course, that meant he was technically single and the manic fan girls were pairing him up mainly with Malfoy since the, 'obsession' scenes. He had to handle this delicately so he tried his best.

"If it makes you feel better, you should just be happy your single, I mean if you had a canon girlfriend that wouldn't stop the fan girls from putting you with someone else. At least this way you wouldn't be hurting anyone's feelings by cheating." He feared that Malfoy may think his attempt was utterly stupid and just tell him that Ron would have given better advise. So it was interesting and a pleasant surprise when Malfoy actually gave somewhat of a smile and said, "Thanks Potter." It felt as if they were having a moment and Hermione was coughing slightly in the hopes of dispelling it, she wasn't in the mood for H/D. The spell was broken and Malfoy and Harry looked abashed.

"Er… Sorry you know how clichés are, always sneaking from the nether regions of Fanfic Land." Now that Malfoy was placated everything seemed peaceful once more.

"…Where's Ron?" It was at that moment the doors shuddered open and a red-faced Ron came barging towards them.

"SOME PEOPLE ARE SICK! SICK I TELL YOU! I mean HAGRID! What are people thinking!" He started to compose a glorious, um, disturbing tale of woe, confusion, and awkwardness when Malfoy started asking him questions of a more personal quality. Ron started to weep saying that 'fanfic love was evil, pure and unadulterated evil!' They rolled their eyes and patted Ron on his back saying inane things like 'There, there. It'll be alright.', or 'We're here for you,' and of course 'So how big is the half giant?'

"MALFOY!" they cried.

Harry sighed. 'Here we go again.'

THE END…well…maybe not.