A/N: I've skipped a few years here. They're 12 now, so don't be confused.

Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing.

Ron was woken by a twelve-year-old's whisper.

"Ron, wake up." It was Harry. "We've got to go to breakfast." Ron sat up. It looked as though Pansy had already left. "Pansy had to be there early because she has to talk to Professor McGonagall about her subject choices," Harry explained.

"Oh yeah." Ron hoisted himself out of bed. "You two go on down. I'll be a minute or two."

"Alright."

Harry and Draco left the room together. They would be attending class with the second years this morning as they were now twelve years old. It had felt funny to Pansy and Ron the day before when they had gone off to class with the first years, but they had decided they liked it. There wasn't so much to worry about when the boys were occupied with classes and homework.

Ron readied himself and then left for the Great Hall, hoping to find his girlfriend waiting for him, but it seemed there was no such luck.

"Pansy's not here yet," Draco informed Ron. A smile crossed his face and he said, "Your make-out session will have to wait till later."

"Hey." Ron swatted the twelve-year-old. "That's enough. Eat your breakfast."

Turning to Harry, Ron noticed the boy looked quite pale.

"Hey, are you feeling ok?" he asked worriedly. Harry shook his head.

"No. I'm feeling kind of sick actually."

"Maybe you shouldn't go to class today," Ron said. "Use the time to rest. You don't look well." Harry nodded.

"I'm going back to bed," he said, and left.

Back upstairs, Harry fell into a fitful sleep. He had a slight fever, but this was not the cause of his restlessness. He was being subjected once again to one of the dreams that seemed to be coming more and more frequently. He tossed and turned unable to escape from his vision…

Voldemort stood before a circle of followers.

"It matters not that Wormtail -," he indicated the man cowering on the ground in front of him, who seemed to quiver when his name was mentioned. "- failed. I have my own plan, one that cannot go wrong."

There was a mutter somewhere in the circle.

"What was that, Lestrange?" The woman he spoke to fell to her knees.

"I was only saying, my Lord, that the boys are growing older. Soon they will be back to full strength and we have not yet snatched them."

"I see." The voice was not the deadly voice used before a curse was thrown. "Well, Bella, that does not matter. Now that I have heard the prophecy I see that this is for the best."

Harry, listening, was confused. He knew all about the prophecy, but had been told that Voldemort knew nothing of its contents. What had happened?

"It is fortunate, McNair," Voldemort continued, "That you managed to overhear the prophecy at the ministry while you hid in your invisibility cloak. No one even suspects you of being there. And it was indeed very useful. You will be rewarded."

There was a stirring of discontent around the circle as the Death Eaters glared at the one who had managed to win their Master's favour.

"You want this too?" Voldemort said softly to the group, noticing the change in atmosphere. "Well, you will have to please me as McNair did, and I will reward you beyond your wildest dreams."

Stepping back, Voldemort went on.

"Yes, I know all about the prophecy now. That fool Dumbledore believes I know nothing, but by using this information I will finally be able to kill the boy. Both of the boys will be mine, for I cannot have one without the other." Voldemort looked almost pensive. "It is a pity… His father is a fine servant… but no matter. They will be mine."

Harry did not know how long he slept, but when he opened his eyes he saw Pansy and Ron bending over him.

"Hey," Pansy whispered. "How are you feeling?" Harry sat up and considered. He felt much better now; the ache in his stomach and head had gone and he was feeling hungry. He conveyed this to his caretakers and looked relieved.

"That's great. It's lunchtime now; are you going to join us?" Ron asked.

"Yep." Harry got out of bed. "But I just had another dream." He told them about it and Ron and Pansy looked worried. Pansy immediately tried to cover this up.

"I'm sure it was nothing," she said. "Are you ready to go?"

"I might just stay here a bit longer and then go to class after lunch," Harry said.

"Are you sure?" Ron asked worriedly. "You seemed pretty bad this morning."

"I'll be fine." Harry assured him. "Go on."

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Ron and Pansy began talking as soon as they were out of earshot.

"I'm pretty sure it was You-Know-Who who gave the potions to them," Ron said. Pansy nodded.

"It must have been. Who else could it have been?" She looked worried. "What do you think he was talking about when he mentioned the prophecy?" Ron shrugged.

"I don't know. He seemed to be saying that Draco had something to do with it… But it was only about Harry. Harry heard it. It was labeled Harry Potter in the ministry by people who'd heard it."

"Yeah. That's what I thought," Pansy said.

Ron regarded her carefully.

"Pansy… what do you think about… you know… You-Know-Who?" Pansy turned to face him.

"You mean, do I support him?" Ron nodded. "Well, no I don't. I don't think it's right for him to be terrorizing people and breaking up families… And what they do to muggles… It's disgusting." Ron was relieved.

"Really?" He suddenly wondered why she'd been placed in Slytherin. She seemed so different from the rest of them She was actually human.

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Harry joined Draco in their afternoon classes of History of Magic and Charms. They both found classes much more interesting now that they could participate and they learned extremely quickly; most likely because they had learnt it once before.

As soon as class finished the boys went off to the Gryffindor common room with the friends they talked to in class. Once there, there sat together in a corner, whispering. Draco nudged Harry when a pretty girl with long blonde from second year came in.

"Go on," he urged.

"I can't," Harry whispered back. "What if she doesn't like me?"

"Oh come on," Draco whispered. "Don't be such a coward. Just walk up and talk to her."

"But -," Harry wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence as Draco pushed him towards to girl so that he almost bumped into her. She looked around.

"Oh, um, h – hi, Felicity," Harry stammered. The girl smiled.

"Hey Harry. How are you doing?"

"Oh, fine thanks. What about you?"

"Good. Even better now school's finished." Harry laughed, and it sounded ridiculously dorky in his ears.

"Yeah, I agree," he said quickly, to cover this. He cleared his throat. "So… Um, do you want to sit with me at dinner tonight?"

"Sure," Felicity smiled. "I'd love to."

"Really? Great!" Harry smiled widely, then realised he was doing it and stopped.

"Well, I'll see you then, ok?" Felicity gave him one last smile and went off with her friend, giggling with her. Harry walked back over to Draco, grinning modestly.

"Hey, good on you, man," Draco said. Harry just smiled and blushed.

"Let's get back to our rooms. We've got a mountain of homework to do."

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Draco talked with the friends he had made that day at dinner while Ron and Pansy sat together, watching Harry. He was sitting with the girl from his year, Felicity, and they were laughing and talking together. At the beginning he'd been very nervous, but now he seemed quite relaxed. It was really pretty cute; Ron thought and confided this to Pansy.

"Yeah, it is cute," Pansy agreed. "Look at how he's trying to shift closer without her noticing." She smiled suddenly. "They're almost as cute as that couple!"

She was pointing to Hermione and her seventh-year boyfriend sitting down the table from him. He had his arm around her and they were both laughing and feeding each other, as cute as can be.

"Oh," Ron groaned. "They make me sick!"

Pansy suddenly gasped. "Oh look," she squealed, pointing. Harry was leaving the Great Hall hand in hand with Felicity.

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Harry returned to their rooms later that night. Pansy and Ron were sitting doing their homework and looked up when he came in, exchanging quick glances.

"Hey Harry," Pansy said casually. "Been in the common room?" Harry nodded.

"Have fun?" Ron asked, as if he was asking about the weather. Harry smiled a little and nodded again. Pansy opened her mouth, but her surreptitious questioning was interrupted by Draco, who bounced into the room shrieking, "Did you kiss her?"

Harry grinned shyly and went red. Draco cheered, wolf-whistled, gave him a high-five and then slapped him on the back so hard he coughed.

"Come on," he yelled, pulling his friend into the other room. "Tell me all about it!"

Ron and Pansy just laughed as they watched this.

"Harry's first kiss," Ron said to Pansy. "I wonder what he did."

"Maybe we'd be good educators," Pansy chuckled.

"Yeah," Ron murmured, slipping over to her bed. "Maybe we could demonstrate…"

Laughing, he kissed her and she gave up any reply she'd had. This was much more fun than arguing.