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Anyway, sorry about the long pause, guys. I had an immense block and a lot of stuff to do. I promise Nina's back, though. Only four more weeks of stuff, so yah.
The wind rushed through Harry's messy hair. He was flying again! Closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of freshly mowed grass, sun and fall air. After he opened them he excelled to the height of the pitch.
"Oy, Malfoy!" Harry called, spotting the boy searching for the snitch. His hair was so white in the sun that there was a small glint at the top of his head. Harry laughed, put into a better mood by flying. He zoomed towards Draco, who looked up, surprised and scared.
"What do you think you're doing here, Potter?" Draco glared at Harry. "We took the pitch. We have a note." He raised his voice loud enough so that his teammates would hear him.
Harry looked at Draco and for the first time noticed a small bruise forming on his left temple. He was struck with a pang of anger at Ginny for hurting Malfoy. "I just came to…apologize…for Ginny. What'd she use?"
"Batbogey hex. You know she always uses that one; it's her best on me." Draco laughed, cynically, and then seemed to realize whom he was talking to and stopped. "Why do you even care, Harry?" His voice was much softer now, though his teammates were very absorbed by his practice.
"Draco, can I be honest with you?" He nodded, curtly. "I really don't know why I care. All I know is that I do, so if that bothers you," Harry smiled, "well, that's too bad." He started to turn his broom in order to avoid looking at what he thought would be Draco's shocked and disgusted face. But it wasn't either,
"You…care?'' Draco's mouth was slightly, and unattractively hanging open and his gray eyes were as wide as they could be. "What the hell!" he punched Harry in the shoulder.
"Ow! What the hell!" Harry retaliated and kicked Malfoy in the shin, which he was very proud of being able to do on a broom.
"Oy! Fight!" Draco heard someone yell. He looked down and saw all the Slytherin's gathering to watch. He looked up and glared at Harry who was looking down, sadly.
"I'm not done yet," he said quietly. After one last malevolent glare, Harry zoomed off to the exit.
Draco looked after him and sighed. "Hehehe. Coward," He heard someone say. Draco almost flew into a rage as he turned to find Trout, a new 3rd-Year beater laughing at Harry. "That's enough for today boys. Practice next week. Same time." He dived down to the ground and landed softly.
Harry ran down the corridors as fast as he could, went through the tapestry, up the hidden staircase (watch the vanishing step!), and lifted the helmet of the third knight. "Tiddles" Harry said to the Fat Lady. He was in his common room again.
"Harry!" he heard Hermione's voice, which rather annoyed him, as he wanted to think. She bounded up to him, however, and shoved three books in his face. "Harry! You have to return these! They're three weeks overdue. Luckily I was snoo-looking in Ron's trunk for my…things. Anyway, you have to return these! Hurry!" She bounded off again, up to her dormitory.
Harry sighed and shifted the books in his arms. He stepped through the portrait hole.
"Back so soon?" asked the Fat Lady.
"Uh huh." Harry sighed, "Books to return."
"Shame…Shame…" The Fat Lady looked rather unconcerned, however.
Harry hurried down the corridors again, tapped the brick stained with blood, down the hidden staircase (watch the vanishing step!), and through the tapestry. He arrived on the third floor; the Library was on the second. He dashed down the hall, avoiding people as he passed, ignoring the breathless "High-a, Harry!" and the flash of bright light that followed. He heard someone shout, "Colin! Stop that!"
He stepped into the serene library and dumped the books on the counter. I'm hurrying around a lot lately. He thought to himself as he waited for Madam Pince to turn around. He cleared his throat, but she ignored him. He coughed, but she ignored him. He tapped his fingers and she finally snapped,
"I'll me with you in a moment! Be patient!" She shoved a book back into its proper place on the self and turned around. "Now, what—Ah! These books are three weeks over due! I've been looking for them for ages! You naughty boy! Give them to me!" and she snatched them off the desk.
"Oy! Harry!" he heard a whisper from behind him.
"No talking, Mr. Weasley!" Madam Pince stalked off to reshelf Harry's overdue books.
Harry turned around to find Ron with a pile of books about him. What the hell? Ron and books? Wow. "What're you doing here, mate?" Harry picked up a book, "From Voodoo to Valentines? Ron, what are you doing down here?"
Ron grabbed the book back from Harry, his ears pink, "Nothing. Sit down." Harry sat, "Okay, mate, I'll tell you what's going on if you promise not to tell anyone. I mean anyone."
"Ron, I'm your best friend. What could possibly be this secretive?"
Ron took a deep breath, looked at his hands and looked up at Harry again. "Ilovemione," he said in one breath.
"Um…What? That sounded like, "I love my knee. I mean, I like mine too, they let me walk, but…that's a little weird, Ron."
"No. I didn't say I love my knee!" He said breathlessly, banging his hand on the desk, "I said, 'I. Love. Hermione.'"
Harry, who had tipped back his chair onto its two legs crashed to the floor.
BANG!
"OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT!" A very ruffled Madam Pince scurried out from behind a bookshelf waving her arms, her eyes wide. (This is Madam Pince: &8--o)
Harry picked himself up and Ron gathered his books and they ran out of the library. Well, this is extremely…expected. Harry thought as they walked down the corridor. "Okay, mate. You're in love with a girl. A girl we've both known for…woa, it's been six years! So, what's the problem?"
"Oh, come on, Harry, don't be dumb. You know it's hard to tell a girl you like her. In fact, I'd go as far to say that you know all too well."
Harry laughed at this, "So. What do you need?"
Ron, who had been shuffling along side Harry, looking at his feet looked up suddenly. He stared into Harry's eyes with sadness, "I really need your help in this one Harry."
Goddamn him! He makes me want to…ugh! Draco felt a rush of deja vu, only he didn't feel the same way he had about Harry the first time. When he had last been annoyed with Harry, he had not seen his good side; the side that he could relate to. Now he was finding Harry annoying because he was being distant! Well, that's annoying too! Ach! Draco hit himself on the head, aggravated by his emotions.
"You okay, Malfoy?" asked Goyle, who was playing wizard chess with Crabbe.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to turn in now. No you stay," they had gotten up to leave with him, "I don't need a damn escort service everywhere I go." He slumped off the couch and ambled moodily to the dormitory.
"I thought he said he did want us to follow him everywhere," Crabbe turned to Goyle, "He's been weird lately."
"Yeah, I know. I noticed it too." This was a rare occasion; "You think someone did something to him?"
"Maybe. Maybe it was Potter!" Crabbe looked excited.
"I dunno, Vince. But I really don't like it." Goyle started to pick up the pieces of their finished chess game. "I really don't like it."
Nina's Insanity: OMG, YAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY AREN'T YOU SOOOOOOMGOOOOO HAPPY! I know you are!
Nina's Sanity: What is WRONG with you? What do you want another technical difficulty? cracks knuckles
Nina's Insanity: Nah...I'm fine the way I am! scurries off
Nina's Sanity: Once again, we apologize for any inconveniences the pause in our narrative might have caused. If you had medical issues, or would like to sue us, please don't! Thank you. :D
