Chapter Six

Harry watched Draco run from sight and then turned to Ron who looked as of he might be sick. "What's going on?" He said blankly, "I go to look for you because you skipped potions and this is what I find?" He seemed angry, but more than that, simply shocked. Harry didn't know what to say. How could he explain to Ron if he didn't even know what was going on himself?

"Ron... I don't know what's happening. I..." He couldn't go on. Ron seemed to sense that Harry was struggling because he said, "Let's go." He led the way to the Gryfindor common room. Harry didn't care that Ron seemed angrier now that he had gotten over the initial shock or that he wasn't talking. Harry simply appreciated that he was still walking along next to him not running in the opposite direction or hexing him.

When they reached the Fat Lady's painting, Ron walked through and up the stairs to the dormitory. He obviously wanted to get away from Harry, but Harry thought they should talk even though he didn't know what to say.

"Ron--" He began, but Ron interrupted him. "I don't want to talk, but you could always go find Malfoy."

"Don't be like that. You know I hate Malfoy just as much as you do," Harry couldn't stand it. Ron didn't even know what he was going through.

"Do I? Because I'm pretty sure I won't be snogging him any time soon!" He has a point, said a voice in Harry's head.

"I didn't mean to do that! I feel like I'm going mad, and you're not helping!" Harry's temper was getting the better of him. Forget wands, he wanted to punch Ron in the face.

"Oh, well, I"m sorry that I got in the way of you and Malfoy!" Ron began storming off. Harry was going to let him go without another word when someting occured to him, "Please don't tell Ginny." He knew how pathetic he sounded, but he didn't care. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Ginny.

"Remembered her now, have you?" Ron sounded angrier than Harry had ever seen him, but he obviously still felt compassion for his friend, "I'll give you until tomorrow to sort this out with her. After that, if you don't tell her, I will." With that he turned and walked up the rest of the stairs to the dormitory.

Ginny was probably in class right now so Harry had some time to figure out what he would tell her. He knew it was going to be horrible, but it was better than Ron telling her when he didn't know the whole story.

Harry wanted to go for a ride on his broom stick, but in order to get to it he would have to go past Ron. It wasn't worth it, he decided. A walk around the lake would have to do. He stepped out into the corridor.

"Weasley wasn't too happy with what he saw, eh? But then again she is the flee bag's sister." Draco had come back. Harry kept walking; he couldn't let anything happen.

"What's wrong, Potter? You seemed happy to see me a little while ago." Harry knew what he was doing. Draco didn't like not knowing what was happening, He wanted to mess with Harry and feel like he was in control. Harry wouldn't stand for it.

"Obviously you are the one who is desperate for more. Why else would you keep following me around?" As much as Harry wanted to throw a few more retorts at Malfoy, he knew he had to sort this out, "We both need to face the fact that the other isn't making them do this ... stuff. And that something is going on between us." Draco didn't respond, and Harry knew he was going to admit that he was right.

"Just leave me alone, alright?" Harry knew it was the best he could hope for.

"So you're just going to go back to the blood-trader and try and forget what happened? Very couragious," Draco 's words made Harry curious. Was he jealous of Ginny?

"Actually I'm going to tell her exactly what happened, and then I'm going to try and forget about it," Harry corrected. Malfoy had on that same strange, undistinguishable expression as on the train.

"You may be able to forget, but I'll always remember." Draco pecked Harry on the cheek and walked away, as if defeated.