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Harry

Harry lay on his bed, thinking about what he had just said to Ron. I was out of order. He's just worried about me. But they always are, why can't they just leave me alone? He got up and realised that it was time for lunch. He glanced down at the timetable which he had put on the drawer next to his bed. He groaned, Potions with the slytherins. He walked into the common room and noticed Ron wasn't there, he sighed and made his way slowly to the great hall where he saw Hermoine sitting at the table with Ron sitting opposite her. He walked over and sat down next to her. "Hey" he said, smiling at both of them.

"Hello Harry, are you ok?" Hermoine asked him

"Yeah thanks. Ron I'm sorry about what I said…"

Ron shrugged. "It's ok."

Harry stared at him; he wasn't expecting Ron to forgive him so easily. "It's just you know, things get to me sometimes. I'm sorry"

"Forget about it." Ron answered, not looking at him in the eye. "I understand."

Harry looked at Hermoine to see if she would clarify that Ron was actually ok with him. She just shrugged and went back to eating. Harry looked down at his plate and started to fill his plate with food, hating the awkward silence that had settled among the three friends. Harry's eyes looked over to the Slytherin table and saw that Malfoy was nowhere to be seen and neither was Pansy. He sighed quietly and went back to eating, wondering why it bothered him so much that Pansy wasn't there either. I can't be jealous, can I?

"How was your class Hermoine?" Harry asked, wanting to break the silence, and to stop the thoughts that were threatening to unfold in his mind.

"It was good. Very interesting" She answered, smiling at him.

"Good." He paused, wishing desperately that he could have taken back what he had said to Ron in the common room. He watched as Ginny Weasley made her way over to them and sat down next to him.

"Hi Harry." She said, looking at him

"Hey Ginny" Harry replied, plastering a smile onto his face. He had thought, at one point that he and Ginny would end up together, but now all he saw her as was Ginny Weasley. His friend, who was trying too hard to get the attention she had always wanted from being the youngest of seven,

"I haven't seen you in so long! I wish you could have come over during the holidays. But, I understand why you couldn't" She said, putting a hand onto his arm.

"Erm…thanks?"

"Anytime. If you ever want to talk…"

"Then you are here for me." He said, finishing off her sentence, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Exactly! We know each other so well…" She said to him, starting to stoke his arm.

He was about to reply and remove her hand from his arm when he noticed Malfoy walk in with Pansy walking next to him, with her hand on his arm. He watched as they sat down and as Malfoy choose any food that was in front of him and started to pick at it.

"Harry? Did you hear me?"

He looked at Ginny. "Sorry, what?"

She laughed. "I was just asking how your summer was."

"O, it was great Gin. Just great." He said sarcasm evident in his voice.

"O…well…ok." Ginny said, not knowing what to say.

"Did you want something Ginny?" Harry asked her, finally moving her hand off of his arm.

She paused and looked quickly at Hermoine and Ron. "I just came to say hi Harry, like friends do."

"Don't worry about it Ginny. He's been acting like a right git today." Ron said, looking towards them.

Harry turned towards Ron. "I've apologised! I'm sorry that I snapped at you, I didn't mean to. I'm just stressed."

"Yeah, I know that. You just don't have to take it out on your friends." Ron said standing up.

Harry watched him walk out of the hall. "What does he want me to say?!"

"Maybe, you should just stop being a git." Ginny said, glaring at him. "It might work." She stood up. "I'll see you later Hermoine."

Harry looked at Hermoine. "You're not going to walk off as well are you?"

She patted his arm. "No, I'm not. But Ron told me what you said. Don't blow up again Harry. We are worried about you and we just told each other that. I don't think you should have yelled at Ron, but you have apologised and it was sincere. Don't worry about it. You know he's stubborn, but he will come round eventually. I will make sure of it." She smiled reassuringly at him. "And Ginny, well. It's up to you whether you want to fix things with her or not."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you want to be friends with her, or more? If its friends, she will soon be back to normal. She is unlike her brother, she knows you are going through a rough time and she will respect that you need space. But, if you want to be more, as I am sure she does then you had better move fast Harry, as there are many other people out there that are waiting for the moment you tell her she is not the one for you."

He stared at her blankly. "She thinks I'm the one for her?"

Hermoine laughed. "She likes you a lot Harry. I'm just not sure if you like her back. Do you?"

Harry looked down at his plate. "I don't know."

She nodded. "Fair enough. Anyway, it's time we got going to Potions. You ready?"

"Yeah." He stood up, taking one final look over at the slytherin table and in doing so, his eyes met with Draco Malfoys.

Draco

Draco lay on his bed, opening and closing his eyes. Not wanting to think about his father and what was happening or Harry Potter. Why do I keep thinking of him? Why, why, why. He jumped when he heard the door knock and then open slowly. It was Pansy.

"Class has finished already?" He asked her, looking confused.

"Yes. Its lunch, Blaise said he hadn't seen you since last lesson, so I came to look for you."

"O. I've been here." He said stupidly.

"Yes, I gathered that." Pansy said, smiling at him and coming to lie next to him on the bed. "What's wrong Dray?"

"Nothing."

"Yes, there is. You wouldn't let me call you Dray unless something is up. So, spill."

Draco turned away from her. "Nothing, ok. Drop it."

She looked at the back of his head and placed her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. There were tears in his eyes. "O Draco." She gathered him in her arms and rocked him, as if he was her child. She knew that he wouldn't let the tears fall, but she needed to let him know she was here.

Draco leant out of her embrace and looked at her. "I got a letter from my father."

Pansy looked at him. "What does it say?"

He shrugged, not wanting to tell her. "Just stuff. He's out of Azkaban."

"I figured. Are you going to write back to him?" He shook his head. "Why?"

"Because I don't want to, I'm scared he will see through what I'm writing."

"He won't Draco. He thinks you're the perfect son."

Draco sighed. "I know. I don't want to talk about this Pansy."

She shrugged. "If you're sure." He nodded again. "You want a game of chess?"

He gave her a small smile. "Thank you."

She gave him another hug. "Anytime Draco. Anytime."

They got out Draco's chess set and sat and played it in silence until Pansy's stomach gave a loud noise. She blushed. "Sorry." She said.

He shrugged. "You're hungry. You want to go to lunch?"

She nodded. "You're coming with me."

"I'm not hungry."

"I don't care." She stood up, pulling him with her. "Come on." They walked through the school together and stopped outside the doors to the Great Hall. "Why have you stopped?" She asked him.

"People will ask why we are late."

"So, let them."

"Malfoys are never late."

She looked at him. "Draco. Come on." She held onto his arm and walked into the hall and headed for the slytherin table.

As Draco walked towards his table he felt as if eyes were following him, and when he sat down he saw that Harry quickly moved his head away, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't be. Draco grabbed some food that was in front of him, just to keep Pansy happy who kept shooting glances at him. He picked at it, not very hungry and allowed his eyes to look around the room. They ended up looking at Harry Potter who had a weasel hanging off his arm and the other glaring at him. Draco felt something he wasn't used to feeling, something that he was sure wasn't meant to happen when you are looking at the person you are meant to hate most in the world. He continued to look at the gryffindors and watched as Ron said something Harry, while looking like he could easily punch him and then walk out of the Hall, with Ginny following shortly after. Harry looked hurt and then confused as Hermoine seemed to be explaining something to him. Draco shook his head, suddenly realizing he was staring at Harry Potter and then that he didn't want to stop staring at him. Hermoine and Harry stood up and Harry looked across the room, directly at him. For some reason Draco couldn't tear his eyes away, and he sat there, staring into his enemies eyes as if he was drowning in them, and he knew then that the only person he would ever want to save him was Harry.