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Harry – The boy who lived

Harry scratched his back idly, turning his face out of his pillow to look at Ron's bed. Oh. It was empty. Sitting up slowly, Harry ran his fingers through his wayward hair, pulling at the knots in a haphazard way. He yawned lazily, unwilling to drag his sleep-deprived body out of the comfortableness of his bed. He'd been up half the night, reluctant to allow himself to fall into a Voldemort disturbed dream. He'd lay awake most of the night, tossing restlessly. The night had been long, remembering with sudden fondness the way his red haired companion and snored loudly as he moaned unhappily about a potions test in his dreams.

Throwing himself back down onto his back as he thought in exasperation of their upcoming potions lesson. Snape. How he despised him and his disgusting greasy hair and hideous hooked nose. The sleazy git always knew which buttons to press to wind Harry up, and he thought with a shudder of the way those thin serpent like lips curled up maliciously when he agitated Harry.

"Ugh!! He's just so… so… infuriating!" Hermione screeched barging into the boys dormitory and causing a startled Harry to jump up in shock. Hermione stormed towards his bed, wearing a very threatening frustrated face that warned him not to ask. Dropping down onto Harry's bed loudly (causing a fast asleep Neville to snore noisily before sighing and turning over) her brow furrowed in disapproval as she took in Harry's appearance.

"Oh for goodness' sake Harry! Why aren't you dressed?" She barked.

"I…um.." Crap. Now he'd have to tell Hermione about the dream. Doing his fish impression to a gradually more suspicious Hermione, he could of whooped out loud as the second abrupt entrance of the morning saved him from a very bad conversation.

Looking up in gratitude at the new arrival, he was shocked to see his other best friend hurtle through the door, face flushed. The bespectacled wizard looked at his red haired friend curiously. Ron was flushed a deep shade of crimson that seemed to reach the top of his ears and beyond, giving his whole head a rather unnerving look of being alight. He clutched his side, wheezing as he held himself up by the doorframe looking as thought he'd just run 20 laps around the dark forest.

"Ron?" Concern coloured her tone, all traces of her anger gone as she took in the panting boy.

Straightening up slowly as he caught his breath, Ron smiled an unconvincing smile at his two worried looking best friends. "I'm fine, I'm fine" Hermione opened her mouth as though to say something, but suddenly remembered her previous annoyance and stormed out huffing only shouting "Don't be long!" before slamming the door shut.

"What's her problem" Ron asked, the befuddled expression on his face that Harry loved. Smiling affectionately at the taller boy, he got up and began hurriedly getting ready. "I was going to ask you, she just stormed in like that" Raising an eyebrow at Ron he wondered idly what the fiery carrot top had done this time. "What's wrong?" Harry had looked up at the sound of Ron collapsing onto his bed to see him sat, elbows on knee's and head in hands .He looked up slowly, his bright blew eyes showing, only for a second, his completely undiluted confusion. Harry looked at his best friend in shock, wondering if he's imagined it. "Err… nuffin'. All that running made me feel sick. I might go see Madam Pomfrey"

"Want me to go with you mate?" Harry asked, secretly hoping he'd say yes so he could miss potions.

"No thanks" the older boy mumbled before turning to leave.

***

As Harry sat in potions with Hermione, the empty seat were Ron should be seemed to be taunting him. He should be enjoying this lesson while he could. That pompous prat Malfoy wasn't here. Even Snape seemed in a milder room, merely skulking around the room silently glaring. Hermione had her head down, appearing to be concentrating very hard on chopping up her belladonna, but Harry saw how she looked over to Ron's seat every few minutes. He supposed he couldn't blame her, something was definitely wrong with Ron this morning, even if he did deny it. And that look in Ron's eyes. He was sure he didn't imagine it. He looked so… lost. It disturbed Harry.

Right He decided. If Ron wasn't back by the end of potions he'd go to the hospital wing himself and get him. That ought to put Hermione's mind (and his conscience) to rest. Smiling to himself he decided to carry on stirring his potion; looking in worry at his slime green one in comparison to Hermione's light pink concoction. He shuddered slightly as her felt Snape's piercing gaze on his back; almost able to see the curling of that horrible nose of his as Harry's potion gave off a smell similar to that of a sewer.

***

Harry felt relieved as the lesson drew to a close, his slime abomination had almost dissolved poor Neville after is exploded rather suddenly drenching half the task. After an almost happy smile from Snape (almost) at another of The Boy Who Lived's failures and deducting 10 points from Gryffindor, Harry sighed as he left the stuffy potions room. Hermione walked towards him, still holding her potions book. "Where are you going Harry?" She asked sternly. "Divinations is that way!" She pointed in frustration in the complete opposite direction to his Divinations classroom. "Err... I was gonna go get Ron" he admitted sheepishly. Hermione's tight features loosened slightly. "Oh. Well… hurry otherwise you'll be late for lessons!" She called before marching off to her next lesson.

The sooner Ron was back to his normal grinning self, the better.

Pushing the door open to the hospital wing Harry noticed it was very quite expect for two sets of breath coming from behind a curtained bed. Ignoring it he looked around. No Ron? And no Madam Pomfrey either. "Nnnh…" Harry froze, looking in shock toward the curtained bed. He bit on the insides of his checks to stop from laughing. Someone obviously didn't know they weren't alone. He started to back up quietly, not wanting to disturb the couple, when his leg hit the metal banister of an unoccupied bed causing him to swear loudly.

Everything went silent.

Harry heard hushed whispers before the curtain was ripped back and out stepped…. Draco Malfoy?!?!