Something was wrong... horribly wrong... If he could just figure out what it was?
He was sitting by the lake. Right. Someone was sitting next to him. Okay. They were kissing... Well, kissing is not necessarily wrong, is it? It felt good... really good... Then, what was wrong?
Not the he was feeling better than ever before. Not the fact that this was a really good snog.
Come to think about it, what WAS actually wrong?
Hum, maybe that it was another boy he was snogging... A Slytherin... In fact, his worst enemy...
"Something's wrong, honey?" he heard Draco whisper in his ear.
"No" Harry lied.
Actually, that was true... There wasn't SOMETHING wrong... EVERYTHING was wrong...
He should never have drunk that Polyjuice potion...