I'm sorry! I just can't seem to help myself lately! I just keep updating every two weeks instead of every week. I'm sorry! I will try to snap myself out of this horrible habit. I know you guys are tired of excused, but I mean, things were sort of hectic last week. I GOT ACCEPTED! I'm going to go to a great school in Massachusetts! I only have to pay 2,000 for the year, because they gave me a grant of 35,000 so yeah! I got a full scholarship to another school, but this one is better, academically. From what I've been told, it's the third best, and that's good enough for me! I know the number one school, and the kids seem way too much like robots to me. I didn't even apply there.

I won't mention any specific names because it's not allowed here on I think, so you guys will just have to make up your own schools to which you think I will be attending next fall.

Hopefully, my school will make me a better writer so that I can write you guys better stories. I'll just have to be a bit sneakier with my stories and because I'm not exactly sure if this is allowed there. Oops. P

Anyway, yeah! So, like, my friend was all sad because she didn't get accepted, and so when she found out that I got accepted, she got angry at me and my whole mood went bad and the whole sob story. However, she has gotten over it, and I am happy once again, and so I have come to write for you wonderful readers!

Wow, I have really wasted too much space writing about my boring life! So let's move on to the dedications and story.

I dedicate this entire story to Gabriella Malfoy-Potter. You are the best! Please, get better!

Also, I would like to thank Majin-koz for giving me some personal information to help me further get in tune with the character personality I am trying to create for Harry.

Finally, thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! You guys rock! Thank you lots and lots!

Now, let's get on with the story!

Chapter: 6

Sometimes, Life Just isn't Fair

Harry had carefully avoided Draco as much as he possibly could, given the fact that he had the blond teacher for eighth period each day. He raised his hand as little as possible, gave his opinion only once in the last few days, and forced himself to zone out and think about other things while Draco read The Red Badge of Courage in his melodic voice, refusing to let himself get caught up in his confusing feelings once again.

However, Harry couldn't exactly avoid Draco for the rest of the year, and on that Friday morning, this fact was proven.

After much consideration on how to go about his conversation with the young brunette, Draco had decided to confront him.

Draco walked up behind the young brunette, as he finished grabbing all the books from his locker.

"Harry." He said, "I'd like to have a quick word with you."

Harry's eyes shut tightly, and stopped all movement, hoping upon hope that he had just imagined Draco's voice behind him. You're just imagining things, Harry. I mean, Draco wouldn't actually come up to you outside of his classroom. I'm just imaging things…right.

"Harry?" Draco called.

…Or, you know, maybe not.

"Well, I guess I'd better leave. I can't be late to class." Ron, who had been standing on Harry's right, said. Before he left, however, he quickly leaned in and whispered a quiet, "Good luck," into Harry's ear.

Ron didn't know exactly what was going on between his best friend and literature teacher, but he had certainly noticed how different Harry had been acting toward the blonde. Whatever it was, Ron at least knew that Harry did not feel comfortable around his teacher anymore.

"Thanks," Harry quietly whispered under his breath, but Ron was already too far gone to have heard.

Slowly, Harry closed his locker and wait. For what, he did not know, but something was bound to happen sooner or later.

A long sigh tickled the back of Harry's neck just ever so slightly. Forcing himself to hold back a shiver, Harry decided to finally turn around.

"Yes, Draco?" Harry asked, in a voice so quiet that Draco had only just barely heard him. Harry forced himself to stare at the floor while Draco spoke; he wouldn't let himself get lost in those eyes, not again.

"Harry, I just wanted to apologize about…" Draco looked around to make sure there was no one near by before continuing in a hushed voice, "About what happened on Monday afternoon."

"No need, Draco. It's fine. If that's all, I really have to get going. I don't want to be late for my next class. I swear, Flitwick is a nice guy, but he really gets annoyed when people are late and…"

"Harry, please don't try to push me away. I really am sorry about Monday; it never should have happened."

Harry stayed quiet for a moment, letting sorrow take over. Had Draco never meant any of it? Had he just been feeling desperate on Monday? Did he now totally regret it and just wish to make Harry promise not to tell anyone about it? No, Harry didn't really want things to go further with Draco, but it would have been nice to know that Draco had genuinely liked Harry.

"So do you wish it had never happened?" Harry continued on in a cold, bitter voice. He didn't need an answer. "Don't worry about it. I promise not to ever tell anyone about it. We can just forget it and act like it never happened. Just like you want."

"Harry look at me," Draco ordered, before Harry could turn away. "Harry, please, look at me." the blond repeated, this time letting the concern he felt for Harry be evidently heard.

There was a moment of silence while Draco continually stared at Harry, waiting for the stubborn young teen to look up, into his eyes.

"Why?" Harry asked, trying to hold onto his anger, but it was growing harder and harder to stay angry at the man before him, when his voice seemed so concerned and caring.

"Because I want to tell you something very important, and I want you to read my eyes. I want you to know that I mean every single word I say to you."

With a small gulp, Harry tugged at every bit of bravery that so desperately hid away deep within him, and pulled his gaze up into Draco's clear grey eyes.

"I don't regret what I did, Harry. I only regret the way I did it."

Harry's eyes squinted slightly in confusion before Draco continued.

"I wish I hadn't frightened you away quite so soon."

Harry gave a sharp intake of breath. Was Draco saying what he thought he was saying? But wait, this was still wrong. Hadn't this been what he'd tried to avoid all week? Why was he letting Draco pull him in once again? Why was he slowly tipping himself into those beautiful pools of grey, begging for a swim, when he knew that he would only drown in the too-strong current?

He had to pull out, and quickly. He had to tear his eyes away from Draco's. But he couldn't, he just couldn't.

Somebody help. He thought desperately.

And help, they did.

"Harry, you're late for class, as well. I woke up and saw the most magnificent spider calling out to me. I couldn't get ready for school. I had to talk to her. I read an article once that told me there were spiders who could speak telepathically, and I finally met one. I brought it to school with me. Would you like to meet her?" Luna asked. She had stopped after each and every sentence and gotten a glassy look in her eyes before coming back to reality and continuing from where she had left off.

"Oh, umm… no thanks, Luna." Harry mumbled. Usually, he would have given her a weirded-out look, but he was just feeling much too thankful for Luna's timely interruption.

"Oh, you're late too, Draco. You'd better hurry before you get detention."

"Luna, I'm a teacher. I can't get…never mind." Draco sighed, deciding not to bother with the odd young lady. She was a clever young lady when it came to schoolwork, he could admit, but she was most definitely not all there in the sanity department.

"Well maybe you are going to try to weasel your way out of detention by giving the oldest excuse and saying you're a 'teacher', but I am an honest person, and I have to get to class right away."

This time, Harry couldn't help but let a confused look on his face, as did Draco.

"Oh, but before I leave, Harry, I just want to confirm out date. You're picking me up at six, right?"

Both men froze.

Harry froze from total mortification and slight guilt.

Draco froze from intense jealousy.

"Date?" Draco ground out through very tightly-clenched teeth, though he tried to cover it with a smile.

"Yes, Draco." Luna answered. "I would invite you, but I think it would be weird to have a teacher chaperoning our date."

You're bloody weird! Draco thought angrily. How dare she go out with Harry!

Draco couldn't help the intense jealousy that so eagerly took over his every thought.

"Umm… yeah Luna, six. I have to go now." And with that, Harry quickly rushed away, not wanting to stay in the embarrassing situation anymore.

As he got to his art class, however, he realized two horrible things.

One: he was late.

Two: how on earth was he going to face Draco during eighth period?

He suddenly wished he had never asked Luna Lovegood out on a date.

DHDHDH

Draco needed time to think.

Angry emotions were completely devouring him. He was way passed jealousy and now into anger. He wasn't angry at Lovegood, either, oh no. He was angry at Harry. He knew that Lovegood was too whacked up to actually ask Harry out. Harry must have been the one to ask that wretch girl out.

And who did Harry think he was?

Harry had shown that he was quite attracted to Draco, but the next thing the blond knew, Harry was scheduled for a date with a psychotic nut-job!

As Draco entered his classroom, he looked at all his students, waiting for him to finally begin their lesson.

"Draco, I wanted to talk about this idea I came up with for Henry's feeling and why he-"

"Not now, Laurent." Draco said, effectively cutting off the girl's next words.

He couldn't deal with teaching eight different classes today. He would have to make a change in today's lesson plan.

"We're going to be doing something different today."

DHDHDH

"Harry, you should eat something," Hermione advised in a motherly voice.

"I'm not hungry, Hermione."

"But why?"

"Oh, Hermione, would you leave the poor sap alone?" Fred intervened.

"Yeah, he's obviously getting nervous about his date with the Lovegood girl." George jumped in.

"Well who wouldn't be?" Fred asked.

"True, she is one weird person." George answered.

"If you can even call her that."

"You're right, brother. Then what shall we call her?"

"Oh, dear brother, there are not words to describe the psycho- freak that is Luna Lovegood."

"Very true, very true."

"Harry is one very brave man."

"Either that, or one very stupid man."

"Ah, well. Both work."

"I don't reckon he'll survive."

"Yeah, I'll bet that in a few days, people will be talking about Harry: the boy that once was."

"Harry: the brave soul who dared to date that which should never be dated."

"The boy who-"

"Oh, that's enough!" Hermione exclaimed, interrupting the two boys who had obviously forgotten their presence.

"No need to get your panties in a twist, smart one." George said with a snicker.

"Oooh! You two are completely insufferable!"

"Why thank you! Never have we been so generously complimented!" said George, with a bow.

Glaring at the two twins, she willed them to leave with her angry eyes.

"Oh alright, alright. We'll leave you alone."

"Thank you," Hermione said, stiffly.

"Oi, Hermione, could you be anymore of a prune?" Seamus asked, with an amused quirk in his lips.

"What are you talking about? I am trying to get Harry to eat a healthy meal of lunch and then those two dunderheads come in, and decide to make Harry feel worse than he already feels. I think I had a right to make them go away."

"But-" Dean tried, deciding to help out his friend.

"Don't bother, Dean. Hermione will only beat you to a pulp with her maniacally intelligent words of sophistication, stabbing you again and again until you are but an inch away from the ever-doomful light that is death." Seamus said, overdramatically.

"That was actually rather poetic, Seamus." Hermione praised, with a small smile, for the moment, forgetting that he had just mocked her.

Seamus beamed proudly before he suddenly frowned as Hermione continued on.

"Now, if only you could apply that poetic intelligence to your school work, then you could…" Everyone groaned, silently begging for a way of escape, when suddenly Hermione stopped and looked around. "Hey, does anyone know where Ron is? I thought maybe he was just a bit late because he might actually be taking my advice and asking a teacher for extra help, but he's way too late."

Harry finally looked up with a mischievous smile.

A few people answered with "I don't know."

Harry was the only one who knew what Ron was really up to.

DHDHDH

Harry ducked his head low as he walked into his eighth period class, hiding behind Ron, who had showed up five minutes before the lunch bell had rung, muttering an excuse about sitting with Terry Boot to talk about a project they were doing together. Hermione, of course, had fallen for this with a smile on her face, telling Ron how proud she was of him for concentrating on his schoolwork.

She never noticed the smile that passed between the two boys.

Now, however, Harry was not smiling. Cursing all the students for leaving only front seats for him, Hermione, and Ron to sit in, the brunette let himself sink into his desk, determinedly staring at the wooden patterns on his desk.

Harry only lifted his head slightly when he heard hushed whispers going around in the classroom.

"What's going on?"

"What is that?"

"Why doesn't Draco have his book with him today?"

"Why is he passing us papers?"

Harry turned to Hermione with a questioning look, but only got a shrug.

"Why do you think Draco wrote up those questions on the board?" Ron asked, bewildered.

"I don't know." Harry answered with a shrug.

Suddenly, the whispers stopped as Draco walked to the front of the class with a stern look on his face and began to speak.

"Today class, we are not going to read. We will not be freely discussing the novel, nor will we be exchanging opinions and comparisons between this book and others. Instead, you will all be taking a pop quiz."

The entire class groaned. (Except for Hermione, of course, who was more than delighted at the idea to raise her grade.)

"Don't 'awww' me," Draco said, mockingly. "If you paid attention during class, you should pass this easily. I have written three questions on the board. You are to choose one and spend the rest of the period writing a lengthy answer."

"I don't mean any disrespect, Draco." Seamus said, "But why are you giving us a pop quiz? I thought you told us we weren't going to have any pop quizzes. It's just not fair."

"Because, Seamus." Draco said, directing a glare in Harry's direction. "Sometimes, life just isn't fair."

If there is an angel in all of heaven, please let me die now. Harry thought, pushing himself even further down into his desk.

An angry Draco, was clearly not the nicest Draco.

DHDHDH

AN: Okay, I have school tomorrow, and it's really late, and I haven't done any of my homework, and this is a total run-on sentence, but I really have to go. So this chapter basically sucks, and I have not read it over, but I am going to post it anyway. Why? Because I feel that it was my own fault for not typing this up sooner, and you should not have to wait another week for it. So please forgive me for any grammatical errors and such. Maybe I'll read it over tomorrow, fix it, and reports this chapter. Or, you know, if I get too lazy, maybe not. But at least I'm posting it today, so yay. I'm not awake enough to put an exclamation mark. Actually I'm just about half asleep, so I'm going to stop my rambling now. Hope you liked this chapter, if only just a little bit. Oh, and I finally included Fred and George. Oh, and also, for those Luna fans out there, I actually like Luna's character. I just think that most of the Harry Potter characters think she's weird, so I wanted to stick with that. But I don't actually mean any offense to her. One last thing: PLEASE REVIEW!

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