All during dinner, Harry couldn't help but stare at the Slytherin table, keeping an eye out for a certain blonde. He was halfway done with his treacle tart when something exploded next to him. It seemed that Seamus still hadn't managed to turn water to wine after seven years of magical education. Laughter filled the Great Hall as Seamus stood up shakily, covered in what looked and smelled like vinegar and his face black with soot.

Shortly thereafter Draco left the Great Hall; Harry procrastinated for another five minutes before heading to the library. Once there, he looked around but couldn't find Draco anywhere, so he sat down in his usual spot. Once settled, while still searching with his eyes for the other boy, he got out his potions books to start the essay. The time dragged by slowly and at eight Harry, still alone, was surrounded by heaps of crumpled parchment. He had only written about four inches and he was sure that it wasn't right. Harry sighed, glanced at the clock and left the library just as Madam Pince was extinguishing the lights.

Harry walked back to the eighth year common room and nearly walked into a suit of armor because he was wrapped up in his thoughts. Bloody Malfoy, he had argued with Ron and Ginny to help the blonde who had just stood him up. Ron was probably right, Malfoy was just a git.

Harry turned the corner and walked right into Pansy Parkinson and Zabini who appeared to be in the middle of a heated argument but stopped at the sight of Harry. He attempted to push past them but Zabini grabbed his arm; "Potter, have you seen Draco?"

"No, why would I have seen the conceited bastard? If I had he would be in the hospital wing right now." Parkinson raised an eyebrow at him and smirked slightly.

"Because you two planned to study in the library tonight." Zabini answered calmly with the air of one talking to a particularly stupid child. "Together." He stressed.

"Yeah well he didn't show up, happy?!"

Zabini and Parkinson exchanged glances, the Slytherin mask falling a bit so they looked slightly worried.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Nothing for you to worry your blown up head about Mr. Savior." Parkinson spat at him but the worried look hadn't left her face.

Harry raised his hands in surrender and left them to it. He really wasn't in the mood for an argument with rude Slytherins. Harry entered the common room and settled into an armchair by the fire. It seemed that Ron and Hermione had either both gone to bed or were spending some alone time together somewhere, Harry thought bitterly reflecting on his own failing romance with Ginny. He was happy that they were together but he missed hanging out with them.

While the fire slowly died down Harry continued to work on the potions essay. The hours went by and the common room emptied out but Harry continued to work.

At some point Harry must have dropped off to sleep because he was rudely awoken by Peeves dumping a bucket of cold water on him and cackling gleefully at Harry's swearing. Harry grabbed his wand and used the langlock curse on Peeves who zoomed away making rude hand gestures.

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his wet hair. He used a drying charm on himself, twice because he wasn't as good at as Hermione is. He picked up the fallen potions book that had nearly fallen into the fire. He brushed the ash for the he turned to the essay which, to Harry's surprise, was lying neatly on a table nearby and didn't even have a drop of water on it. Harry froze, he hadn't put his essay on the table and he most definitely hadn't finished the essay last night. He rubbed his tired eyes but the neat writing that wasn't his own didn't disappear. Feeling confused and more than a little tired, Harry packed his bag and headed to the Great Hall for an early breakfast because he wouldn't have been able to sleep after the rude awakening anyway.

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