Chasing Dragonflies
Chapter 4
Harry walked along the corridor, he couldn't help but smile, everything was going perfect for him and he felt as though nothing, not even the mention of you know who wanting to kill him, again, could bring him down from the clouds. He had spent last night wrapped in the arms of the boy he loved, and felt as if he was glowing as the sun created a warmth he had never felt before, in almost a skip, Harry walked into the library.
Hermione was sat on her own, in her usual table where she convinced her self she did most work, however Harry and Ron knew, that where ever she sat she would get a lot of work done, even if she was sat at a Quidditch match, Ron reckoned she do just as much work to sitting in a library. Harry walked over to her slowly, not sure where they stood as friends.
"Hi," he said quietly, not wanting to be over heard by the angry librarian.
"Hi, where's Ron?" She asked, not looking up at all.
"Common room." Harry said, remembering the look on his face when he said he had to get a book, and the constant laughing at him for being almost as geeky as Hermione, it wasn't that Ron was dense, he hated study but he knew he had to and with only a small fuss he did it. "Hermione, you are okay with me and Ron aren't you?"
"Sure," She said in a weak voice, which told Harry she wasn't so sure.
"Its not going to change our friendship, i mean you are our best friend." Harry said, and received a small smile from the bushy haired girl, "I no you liked him and everything, and i am sorry."
"I didn't, i don't," Hermione rushed her words, and got her self into a fluster.
"I don't blame you," Harry smiled, it felt great him having something other people wanted, it made him feel almost invincible. "I just want to make sure we are still friends."
"Course." Hermione smiled, "I got to go, i told Dra... I'm meeting some one." She rushed of, packing up quickly and leaving the library before Harry could say Quidditch.
0x0x0
"Alright mate?" Ron asked as Harry sat next to him, the book from the library in his hand.
"Er yeah." Harry smiled sheepishly, he flicked through the pages of the book with out saying anything, he could feel Ron staring at him, which made him feel two things, first horny as he loved Ron staring at him like that, the second guilty.
"Tell me." Ron pleaded, showing his puppy like eyes, that always made Harry weak and cave in to what ever Ron wanted, but usually because he had wanted it as well.
"Fine, upstairs, and no over reacting, and, you have to be quiet so i can tell you all of it," Harry said, knowing the reaction he was going to get once he told him his suspicions.
Ron sat on Harry's bed next to him, "Right, any time today pet." Ron smiled.
"Shush." Harry winked, and put a finger to Ron's lips, "As you know, i went to the library, to get a book." Harry said, he knew he was making a big deal out of it, and it was probably nothing, "And i saw Hermione," He looked at Ron and he knew he was not surprised by this news, and carried on, "And i asked her if she was okay with us, i knew she was lying but she said she was okay with it, and that we are all still friends," Ron's small smile faded, his friendship with Hermione meant a lot to him, and he didn't want to throw it away. "Then, she said she was going to meet some one." Harry said, "I think it was Draco."
"You what?" Ron shouted, "Draco, why would she meet him?"
"I don't know, she said she was going to meet Dra, and then she cut of and said some one."
"So that doesn't have to be him." Ron said, "Who else does she know that begins with Dra?" Ron started thinking loudly.
"No one, well not any one she wouldn't tell us about." Harry added, "I'm worried about her."
"She's a big girl that Hermione, she can take care of herself." Ron said, "If she wanted to tell us, she would, she hasn't so i think we're over reacting."
"How can you say that?" Harry said, "She's our best friend."
"No she isn't, you saw how she took our news, if she was our best friend, she would have been happy, not gone in a huff. Maybe she likes Draco." Ron said. "We can't help who people like."
"But Draco!" Harry said, "We'll watch her?"
"Okay, if it makes you happy." Ron smiled pleasingly.
"You know, there is other ways that can make me happy." Harry winked and Ron moved closer to Harry, doing everything in his power to make the dark haired boy happy, and succeeding.
0x0x0
Walking together down to their Charms class Ron and Harry noticed that Hermione was standing with Draco, Ron clenched his fists, Harry noticed and calmed him down.
"I thought she could take care of herself." Harry muttered, wondering why his boy friend suddenly cared more about the situation then before.
"I didn't think it was true," Ron said, "I thought you just wanted to see my reaction." Ron blushed and knew he shouldn't have said it.
"Well you made the right one," Harry smiled, "But we can't let her do anything with him."
"Hey Hermione." Ron smiled as he and Harry walked up to her.
"Hi," She said, and walked into the class, Harry stared at Draco.
"Problem Potter?"
"What are you doing with Hermione?" He asked, but in more of a threat.
"Hasn't she told you?" Malfoy laughed, which made Ron's knuckles even more white. "Were an item, of course i looked past the fact that she was a muggle born, but realised she is pretty fine when she takes of her robe."
"What did you say?" Harry shouted, raising his voice, it was now Ron who was calming him down.
"Taking care of your boy friend Weasley." Draco laughed, "Always knew you were a fag."
"Don't talk about him that way!" Harry screamed, and before he knew it he had tackled Draco to the floor, and punched him repeatedly in the face, he felt Ron try to pull him away, but he couldn't stop.
"Harry." Ron said, and grabbed his arm, Harry pushed him on the floor, causing Ron to topple over, and bang his head on the wall.
"Harry, get of him!" Hermione shrieked, and Harry stopped.
"Your sticking up for him?" Harry said startled, wondering if his friend had a memory loss.
"Yes i am. You don't punch people like that, its cruel," Hermione rushed to Ron's side, and helped him up.
"Ron.." Harry said, and stared at his boy friend who held his head and looked down from Harry. "I'm sorry." He said before walking of, with one last glance at Malfoy who was curled into a ball holding his face, he ran for it, knowing he had ruined everything.
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Ron walked around the school looking for Harry, shortly after Harry had ran of, so did Ron, after having a shouting match with Hermione which lead to her crying her eyes out, on Draco's shoulder, who looked pleased that he was comforting their former best friend.
"Harry, where are you?" Ron muttered as he walked up and down the corridor.
"Mr Weasley." A voice from behind him said, and he could tell he was smiling. It was the care taker, the children hating bastard that Ron called him.
"Not now." Ron said and continued to walk of.
"What are you doing out of lessons?" He said.
"What does it look like? I'm flying a broom planning a big evil plan." Ron said and turned a corner. There was a weird noise, as if a cat was scratching its nails on a black bored, turning to see what it was Ron saw a door appear from no where, before thinking about it, he opened it and walked in, and he heard the noise again and he knew the door was closing.
Looking around at his new environment, he realised it was a small room, not to small but small enough, and the scraping noise had turned into a small weeping one, which Ron knew was Harry.
Moving closer to the noise, Ron sat down, the small boy next to him looked tiny compared to him.
"Harry," Ron's words were small, and the boy made no effort to hear them. "Don't cry."
"I hurt you." Harry said, as he started cradling himself in his knees, "I hurt you, i hurt every one, i killed my parents, i killed my god dad, I'm going to kill you i know i am, i hurt every one," He kept repeating that sentence over and over again as if the more he said it the more it was going to come true.
"No your not," Ron said, but Harry continued. "Stop!" Ron screamed, and knocked Harry out of his trance, Harry looked at Ron as if it was the first time he noticed him in the room. "Please. Stop." Ron was crying now, and Harry let go of his knees, and held on tight to Ron.
"I'm sorry i hurt you." He said, and held on tighter, "You hate me now?"
"No, i don't." Ron said.
"I'll just go." Harry said as if he hadn't heard him. "I ruin everything."
"Harry, i don't hate you." Ron said loudly, but Harry made no decision to hear. "For fuck sake Harry will you just shut up!" Ron said loud enough for Harry to stop mid sentence. "Listen to me, i love you, and yes i fell, but it wasn't your fault, i had to stop you before you killed him, I'm not going any where, and neither are you." Ron's words were final.
"But..."
"No fucking buts." Ron said, "I love you, and I'm not leaving you, and as for you killing me, I'm much stronger then you are. You couldn't take me." Ron said, changing the dark atmosphere and adding some light to the room.
"I love you Weasley."
"I love you Potter."
0x0x0
Hermione sat on her own in the common room, the word about her and Malfoy had gotten out, and every one in Gryffindor seemed to think she was a traitor. Ron and Harry walked in together, and there was a small cheer, "Well done Harry." Ginny grinned. "That git wont be messing with any one now."
"I'm not proud of it." Harry said, "In fact i wish i hadn't, because I've lost my best friend," Harry said and rushed up stairs to his dorm.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked sweetly, just being there for him meant something to Harry.
"Fine, i just, why are they celebrating it, i mean, i could have killed him, and i know most of them would be glad if i did."
"True, but you know you wouldn't be, that's what makes you different to every one else,"
"Really?"
"Yes, because, you care about every one, even people you hate, and yes you hurt Malfoy, but that was because he is a git, and you said it your self you wish you hadn't, and you stopped your self because you cared,"
"Actually, you stopped me." Harry corrected. "But thanks."
"Your not a murderer Harry, i mean you could of killed that bitch when she killed Sirius but you didn't."
"No i was a toss pot, and let her get away so she could kill other people." Harry said.
"But if you would have killed her, you would of hated your self for it, you know it, i know it, and even Voldermourt he knows it, that's why your no match for him."
"You think?"
"Oh i know it." Ron smiled, "Stop beating your self up about it, everything is going to be fine."
0x0x0
"But father, i can't." His voice was strained, and he had a lump in his throat which he didn't want to release and break down.
"You can son." The voice was louder then it ever was before.
"I can't, i wont." The younger boy was screaming now.
"You have to, he wants you to, Kill the weak one son, you can do it."