...So. It's been. Eh. Two years? Three maybe. I dunno. BUT. I was looking this over, and I figured I could post a chapter up. Or something. And hey look! It's not as crappy as the others! and LOOK a NEW flashback! YEY. -ahem- Right then. Here you go. XD


"Harry, can't you at least lay on your bed, and not the floor?" Hermione asked as she stuck her head into the boys dormitory. She had stopped by to check in on the boy. What she had found was a boy lying on his stomach, with his head buried in his arms. While that should have been a comforting sight, as for once he was actually calm enough to lay down, it bothered her somewhat still.

Harry lifted his head and yawned before looking up at Hermione. He wrinkled his nose. He didn't want to lay on his bed, not at the moment anyway. He looked toward his bed, then toward Hermione once more, this time a pleading look on his face. He shook his head before laying it back down again. He was refusing to lay on his bed and nap. That wasn't unnatural. The past week he had either been trying to get out of classes, which he had done three times in one week, and three times each day. He had also been be avoiding any sort of conversation that would somehow lead by to Draco when around Ron.

When Hermione saw that the boy wasn't about to go and rest on his bed she sighed and shook her head. At least he was quiet today - well, he was always quiet, but this was just spooky quiet. "Right," Hermione said before taking hold of the door knob. "Harry, at least go to the kitchen and eat something. You've already missed breakfast, and lunch," with that the girl closed the door behind her and began her way back to the common room, muttering something about Harry needing to eat more. She was still very amazed that he had managed to keep quiet for this long. Earlier he and Ron had gotten into a small spat about Draco; one of them ended up going to the Quidditch Pitch while the other went to a broom closet for a still unclear reason.

After Hermione left, Harry looked up and groaned quietly to himself. He promptly sat up and rubbed the back of his neck before stretching his arms over his head. So much for a floor nap. It was just a bit past lunch, and he hadn't gotten his after noon nap. All week, aside wanting to go outside, he had been sleeping, and avoiding everyone's questions about what had happened to him during the attack. "No one let them in," he grumbled quietly to himself with a shake of his head.

With a silent yawn Harry stood up, once more stretching his arms over his head. He paced around the room for a moment, trying to figure out just what he wanted to do. He was at the door when he decided to bang his head against it twice. He really didn't know what he wanted to do at that moment. He was slightly hungry, but that was because he hadn't eaten all day so far. Oh well, he figured that he could always eat at lunch, or go down to the kitchens later to pick something up before then. For the time being the boy threw himself atop of his bed, laying flat on his stomach, his head pressed against his pillow to the point where the rims of his glasses began to push against his face.

When he finally lifted his head up, he reached under his pillow and pulled out the pink rabbit and looked at it. It hadn't changed since yesterday or the day before. It was still the same. Still, Harry couldn't help but to smirk when he looked at it, just trying to picture Draco holding such a thing. Every time he got an image of a four year old Draco in footie pajamas sucking his thumb and with his other hand holding the stuffed animal.

"What do you think, mate, d'you think someone let them in?" Harry asked the stuffed animal. However, he couldn't contain the grin that was soon to spread across his face. "No, didn't think so. Right then, c'mon, nap time," the boy said as he tucked the animal back under his pillow and lay his head down. It didn't take long before sleep found him, and his hand snaked under the pillow, clutching a part of the stuffed animal.

"You're insane, you realize." Harry grunted, following closely behind Draco as they made their way onto the school grounds. The Slytherin boy was more than a bit crazy if he wanted to go into the forest while classes were in session. There was a more likely a chance of them getting caught now more than ever. They weren't in class. The two of them. Someone was bound to have noticed that.

Draco smirked. "Well then, that would make two of us then, wouldn't it, Potter?" He said over his shoulder to Harry. As far as he saw it, they needed to spend time together. Alone, and the forest seemed like just the place. Besides, it was daylight out, what could possibly go wrong; besides them running all the way back to the castle and into class. Of course, Draco was choosing not to think along those lines quite yet.

"I'm hardly insane. A bit mental, maybe, but not insane." Harry grumped, crossing his arms over his chest as they neared the forest. He glanced over his should to the castle. He couldn't believe he was doing this; Hermione was going to have his head when he got back to the common room later for not going to class, and again for being in the forest.

Draco smirked, glancing of his shoulder at Harry. "The insane are never that far apart, Potter. Didn't you know?" He asked, before turning to face the raven haired boy, his smirk never faltering, it grew however, once he caught sight of the puzzled look on Harry's face. "That's why we fit together you know. If I'm to be insane then so are you. The simple laws of nature."

"Your laws of nature are completely twisted."

"As is your mind, Potter."

"Touché."