A/N: Well lets see...I've gotten a total of, get this, ONE MEASLEY REVIEW! ONE! C'mon people, I need more to go on here. The story's just getting juicy. And I've come out of my awful awful writers block. ACK! Thank you, to my dear Isi for reviewing. glares at the rest of you fwah. Death to all of you.

(ps. you want smut? I'll give you fucking smut...but only after you review. . mwahaha...bribe.)
(pps. and no, it won't be Draco/Hermione. Ewwy. As dear Isi put it, SACRALIGE! No, no. Some of your beloved Draco/Harry...yes yes yes...)

Chapter 2 - Hidden

It had taken a while for Ron's brain to register who this beautiful girl was. And when he finally did realise who it was, he took an even longer time convincing himself it was true. He sat in complete silence, the anger he had felt before ebbing away, and forming into a giant shadow of confusion. Harry, however, smiled back at Hermione, wrapping his arms around her, and hugging her tightly.

"Hermione! I haven't seen you all night! Were you at the dinner last night?" Harry swung one foot over the bench, now straddling it, and sat facing Hermione. His back faced Ron, who snapped out of his daze, and looked angrily down at the clean black cotton covering his friend's back. At that moment, he wished it would catch fire.

"No. I wasn't exactly feeling well. I decided to have a rest. I guess I fell asleep." she lied. Her heart ached seeing the believing face of her friend. She tried to comfort her conscious, she wasn't feeling well. She did go up to the dorm. But she wasn't sleeping. She was taking a fucking razor and splitting her skin open with it. She was staring at the bright crimson blood that gently rolled over her arms, that stained her bedspread. But of course, she didn't say this aloud. If Harry, if Ron, if anyone were to know. They wouldn't. she was well hidden. Harry nodded and flicked his head back, the hair in his face sweeping away to the side, but only to fall back into place.

"I had to get help getting here. I wasn't on the train either. Dursley was being an arse, and I had no way to get to Kings Cross station. He decided he didn't really care if I was out of the house or not. So...he…" Harry stopped and bit his bottom lip. Ron, who even though felt very much not in this conversation, was listening. He felt his friend stiffen beside him, and his fraternal instincts kicked in. Something was up. His anger was only temporarily subsided.

"Harry. What happened?" Hermione gazed at her friend in concern, her mind now quieting down from the chaos that took permanent residence in it. Harry merely glanced down at the bench and shook his shaggy head.

"He just didn't want me to go. Nothing big."

"Liar."

Harry turned in surprise at the word coming from his friends mouth. Ron was staring him blank in the face, his lips pursed, his ears a glowing red. Harry had almost forgotten he was sitting behind him. Harry broke the staring contest between the two friends, and hung his head down.

"What, you don't trust me now?"

"No." Ron's answer was short and bitter.

"Well THAT'S JUST GREAT, ain't it!" Harry turned full ways around to stare Ron in the face again. Hermione winced as Harry raised his voice. She was awfully quiet this morning, Ron thought. But he kept his eyes locked on Harry's.

"There's something your not telling us. You don't have to protect us, Harry. It's no danger to know what's wrong with you."

"There is NOTHING wrong with ME, but I'm beginning to wonder about you." Harry snarled, his hair now fully in his face, though Ron could see his bright green eyes burning a hole through the curtain of hair. Ron scoffed and rolled his eyes. Harry had had enough. He stood and swung his foot over the bench, standing now on the other side. He turned to Hermione and nodded slightly, then took great strides down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He was out the door in a flurry of robes and hair.

Ron didn't even watch his friend walk out. He was sitting, in silence, Hermione a few spots away from him. Her eyes were large, and went from the spot of Harry's departure, to Ron. Her mouth fell into a small frown.

"Ron." she said, in a near whisper. He looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly. They softened when he saw the expression on his friends face. She smiled when he looked up at her. "Hello, Ron."

Ron took a deep breath and moved forward, sliding over into the spot beside her. Her put his arm around her, her head falling onto his shoulder.

The lake was silent and still this time of year. It seemed to be the only thing on the Hogwarts grounds that was unruffled by the sudden presence of hundreds of students. The trees beside the shoreline were tall, and old. Their branches gave cool shade in the summer, and the hollowed insides of the few dead trees gave shelter to any passing creature. This time of year, though, was when the trees just began to turn colour, their leaves vibrant reds, yellows and oranges. The grass was tall, and sweet smelling, as you sat in them, the wind ruffling the tops and making them sing along with the buzzing of the crickets. The lake's surface was glassy, perfect except for the occasional falling leaf, which floated along like a small ship, sailing away from it's home onto new adventures.

This was Harry's favourite place, to sit in the tall grass and look up at the cloudless sky above him. He could think in private here, and even speak aloud. The only person to hear him would be the giant squid, which was also lazily slinking along the bottom of the lake, it's tentacles waving up at him. Though this spot was as calming as ever, Harry still paced back and forth through the grass. His frustrated sighs and growls were met only by a slight echo over the lake. Birds from nearby trees soon took refuge somewhere else, fluttering away at the sudden sounds and movement of Harry throwing a rock into the lake. The loud ker-plunk sound gave Harry no satisfaction, and he scoured the ground for something larger. Picking up a large black lump from the ground, he threw it, and it sailed across, into the lake. It made a rather large splash as it hit the water, disrupting it, sending small waves crashing into the shore. Only when his anger was slightly subsided by making a splash and some noise, did he realise the "lump" was his backpack. Filled with all his books, his quill, his parchment. Harry stood, staring in disbelief at what he had just done.

"Oh shit."
He watched as the backpack sunk slowly into the water, bubbles floating to the surface. Harry's haze was only broken by the sound of soft sniggering behind him. Harry spun around, his hand reaching towards his pocket, his wand waiting readily. He saw no one. But someone saw him.

Oh God. I hope he didn't see me…please, please don't come over here. Please. Ok, think of something, and excuse, anything…I was, coming here to, uh…uh…watch you. Watch you, and your…beautiful eyes…your soft skin, your long hair and you…oh beautiful you…and…WHAT…no…I can't say that...I'll say…oh Gods…I love you…

The person behind the tree gasped slightly as they heard Harry's footsteps come closer to their hiding spot. A pair of pale eyes closed tightly, even paler hands grasped the bark of the tree even tighter. Until…the footsteps stopped. He then heard a few muttered words, Accio bag, and a great splooshing sound. Harry grumbled as he walked heavily back up to the castle, his bag dragging behind him, sopping wet. The boy behind the tree let out a sigh, and watched him again, fingers wrapping around the tree lightly, his blonde hair ruffled slightly as a wind sent a shiver to his creamy skin.

Draco watched from behind the tree, praying that he still goes unnoticed by the boy he was watching. Even as Harry trudged through the front doors and disappear from sight, Draco felt as though a million eyes were watching him, shocked eyes, confused eyes. This boy, whom he had hated, fought with, and swore never to affiliate himself with, was now seen under lustful eyes. Even his own eyes looked inside himself and asked…
"What the fuck?"