I was pressed hard against the carriage side by Harry, who really didn't mean to. Seamus had jumped into the moving carriage, and I had taken the brunt of it. I squeaked, as Harry shifted, forcing me into the door again
"Sorry, Vette." I looked at him oddly. He threw me haphazard smile. I smiled back, softly and softly moved closer to Harry, who shifted Seamus against the door.
"Eh! Harry! Bloody, can you give a guy some room?" He said, shoving back, causing Harry to become uncomfortably close to me again. I was happy when we pulled to a stop, and I jumped out quickly, fixing my sweater before I felt Harry land behind me, jumping from the carriage. He smiled, gently pushing me and I let him, walking forward.
"Mm, I can smell all the wonderful food!" Ron said, nearly drooling on himself. I caught Draco's eye, and smiled. I looked forward to being with him again. Something kept me close to that boy. Harry gripped my hand suddenly.
"He's a bloody ass." He snapped, dragging me along.
"How do you know?" I said, raising a brow. He let go of my hand, insulted, although he didn't reply, he ignored me as I inquired questions, but didn't ask for forgiveness. I simply ignored him as well, and Seamus turned towards us.
"Lover's spat? Well, I supp—"
"Shut up!" Harry snapped, and Seamus grinned.
"Oh, well. Just by the way you two were cuddling back there.." Harry glared daggers, and Seamus quickly shut up. I didn't say anything, but I saw a red tint on Harry's cheeks as we walked to the Great Hall. I applauded when ever someone was sorted into our house, and I even managed to eat a little before we all got tired and headed to bed. I sighed, as me and Harry lagged behind all the First Years eagerly looking around.
"I'm sorry for disagreeing with you—"
"I'm sorry." Harry cut off, louder than I could have even imagined. I smiled, but made no closer move to him, and he sent me another one of those haphazard smiles.
I fell asleep quickly that night, and I woke up early, early in the morning from the sun streaming in the windows. I sighed, stretching and yawning before I got dressed and went downstairs, to be greeted by bickering. "Well, Ronald. I just have to say that—"
"Stop calling me Ronald, Hermy!"
"Stop calling me Hermy, Ronald!"
"Shut up!"
"YOU SHUT UP!" Harry sat there, looking rather bored before he got up and rushed towards me. "Vette, lets go for a walk," He said, as the voices raised higher and I nodded. I was already getting a pounding headache. Harry gripped my hand in his, and dragged me down the steps, although I wasn't reluctant. I was greeted by a blast of icy air, but inhaled it happily as Harry stopped dragging me and let me walk slowly by his side.