Harry Potter was on a balcony, looking out over some nicely hidden, dim alcoves. Below, he saw that Slytherin witch enraptured in the arms of a Ravenclaw male. Harry knew, that just two days ago, she'd never have looked twice at him. Somehow, the blokes never realized that anything was wrong... Still, it gave him a kind of funny feeling, kinda uneasy like, to watch them wrestling with each other, the sort of friendly that (it was apparent) older boys and girls seemed to like. To Harry, it just looked odd. He wasn't used to human contact, even hugs - so the idea of someone with her hand up your shirt made Harry feel uneasy.
Having a friend was supposed to be easier than this, Harry thought, although that was just quickly followed up by Slytherins don't do easy. Harry met Hermione up at the Owlry (Ron was still eating, and couldn't be bothered to climb the whole way up just to... spend time with Harry. Or the owls).
"Who should I ask?" Hermione said as they sought out a nice classroom for spellcasting.
"Quirrel." Harry said,
"Why him? He doesn't seem to like me much..."
"Because you don't need him to like you. You can intimidate him, with that brassy attitude of yours - and he seems more like the person to bend the rules." Harry said, shrugging, "don't ask me why."
[a/n: UpNext: A Prank for Snape.
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