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Chapter 3

"What the fuck is wrong with me," cried Harry who had just woken up to find himself in the common room couch with papers, which had five minutes ago been in his lap, littered the floor. His best friend was looking curious, if not slightly uncomfortable "Just kill me now, right here!" Harry banged his head on his bedside table sharply several times, which caused a large lump to form. Forehead throbbing with pain, Harry asked Ron, "What time is it, then?"

"Er, its already four, mate," said Ron to his best friend, more than a trace of uncertainty in his voice.

"Four? Four!? Then you left for Hogsmeade with Hermione six hours ago?", Harry screamed, causing Ron, whose curiousity had fled for fear, to take a step back in surprise.

"Uhm, well, you can't really say six hours... More like five and three-fourths?" suggested Ron, terrified of this strange and enraged Harry.

"Oh shut it Ron! I can't believe I slept for six hours!" Harry took his hands to his head, imagining Draco's cold expression when Harry didn't show up.

"What, you didn't get to finish your homework? You can just copy Hermi- I mean, mine." Ron said, almost consolingly, which would have worked if homework was Harry's problem, but he couldn't tell that to Ron. Instead, Harry decided to suck it up and apologize the next day which, hopefully, Malfoy would accept.

Wait a minute, you shouldn't care about what he thinks about you! Harry's conscience scolded. Get over it. Harry ignored it pointedly.

"Thanks for the offer, Ron, but I want to finish it on my own," Harry said sulkily. "This'll probably be an all-nighter. I don't think I have time for dinner so bring me something to eat." This was a lie. Harry had finished his homework with the help of Hermione the day before, but he dreaded seeing Malfoy's icy expression in the Great Hall, or Parkinson, who was probably cooing over his hair, the hair that Harry himself was dying to touch.

No you're not! said his conscience desperately but Harry was in no mood for internal conflict at the moment.

"Are you sure? Hermione 'checked' it for me, if you catch my drift." With a terribly cheeky wink, he nudged Harry's shoulder with an elbow. "Most likely to get a 'O' on it, you know."

"No, I need to learn my lesson," Harry said impatiently, willing Ron to just go away.

"That was such a Hermione thing to say."

"Which reminds me, she's probably waiting for--"

"You're right! Shit Harry, you talk a lot!" Ron was out the door in another second, and Harry sighed, exasperated. Eyes rolling to the ceiling, he began to think, and hard, which was an accomplishment within itself.

Okay, so, we must establish one thing. You, Harry James Potter, is one of the laziest sloths I have ever had the displeasure to know.

Gee, thanks. And you are?

Your heart.

Wow that was cheesy.

Shuddup. You just ruined your chance to befriend Malfoy.

Er.. well, yeah, I guess so.

Well, Mr. Sleep-Til-My-Eyelids-Fall-Off, I, for one-- Hey! Are you seriously dozing off?!

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"Harry! For God's sake Harry, wake up!" Harry was jolted awake in the exact same common room couch by an exasperated Aguamenti cast by Hermione.

"I swear, sometimes, you are really a--"

"Lazy sloth," Harry finished for her. "I know."

"I was about to say heavy sleeper, but I guess it works too." Harry looked at Hermione with an annoyed expression.

"Well, what do you want?"

"Geez Harry, that doesn't really make me want to tell you anything now." She looked down at Harry, who looked very, very comfortable in the couch that he now seemed to own.

"Whatever, don't tell me then. Go away because I have sleeping to do." Harry was already half asleep when Hermione cast another viciously cold Aguamenti over his head.

"Alright, well, rumor has it that Malfoy was caught shagging Parkinson at the Quidditch fields!" Harry looked up, surprised shock all over his face.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I know! I guess they're official now, although it really wasn't that big of a surprise. What's wrong Harry?" Harry's shocked expression had turned hard and angry. Guilt and envy began festering in his stomach.

"Nothing. Who cares about Slytherins anyways?" If I had gone to the fields... "We're Gryffindors, not Gossipers." If I had stayed awake for an hour... "I couldn't care less about Malfoy, of all people." If I had just set an alarm...

Wait a minute! Why was Parkinson there? Was he really bringing that, that, that hyena to our date?

But it wasn't a date, whispered his conscience, like a fly in his ear. You're not even friends.

It could have been! shouted, of all things, his heart (Harry would have laughed at the thought had it been a different situation.)

No, no, Malfoy couldn't care less about Harry. Harry's nothing to him, his conscience exclaimed gleefully. Doubt crept began to creep into Harry's mind. He wanted to stop listening, really he did, but for some strange reason, he couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his conscience's silky words.

Please, Harry, why would a Slytherin, pure-blooded and proud, want to even associate with someone like you.

Stop that! his heart said weakly, vainly defending the losing arguement.

I'm just telling Harry the truth. His conscience's smooth words ran through Harry like water. Barely realizing it, Harry stood up abruptly, causing Hermione to jump back to avoid being hit and peer at him curiously.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Her eyebrows scrunched together and worry lined her face, but Harry just shook his head and ran out the door.

"If you wanted dinner, Ron brought it to your bed!"

There was no time for dinner! He needed to speak to Malfoy!

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