A/N Ok so I'm going to try and be quick with this one, I want it all up and finished by Deathly Hallows, different pov this time and it will be for every chapter, anyway enjoy!

Chapter Two

Harry Potter wondered whether his best friend of seven years would ever see just how much their female companion had changed, along with everything else in their lives. 'Yep' thought Harry 'a hell of a lot of things have changed since the war.' He didn't like to dwell on it too often but he couldn't help it, there were times when it felt like the only purpose to his life was Voldemort, and avenging his parents' death. Now that all of that was in the past, he didn't quite know what to do with himself. A couple of weeks beforehand, Ginny had ended their brief relationship, telling Harry that 'it wasn't working'. Harry had a suspicion that there was someone else but he didn't want to upset Ginny further, she'd gone through enough that year, and so he accepted it. That didn't mean he was over her though, not by a long way.

He sat in the boiling classroom, feeling very much like a sardine crammed into the tiniest tin, and gazed at the back of the girl who sat directly in front of him. He watched her whisper with the girl sitting next to her, watched her giggle quietly so as not to attract the professor's attention, glanced away quickly when he realised she was turning round, but not before catching a glimpse of a faint smile and that scar across her cheek that she was so proud of. They'd all been touched with dark magic and Harry knew that none of them would ever be the same again. Each and every one of them who had seen the horror of battle after battle had all matured so much faster than they should of, they had been forced to grow up by circumstance and, though they had missed at least a year of childhood, everyone seemed to know what they wanted out of life. 'Everyone except me that is' Harry thought, sensing that he was about to slip into another cycle of depression, self loathing and self pity. He tried to remind himself of his Gryffindor courage and how he alone had gone through the veil, he alone had . . .

"Wow!" gasped Ron beside him, suddenly sitting upright, shocking Harry out of his daydreams. He glanced up at the television screen which, supposedly, held the whole room's attention. They seemed to be watching a film version of Romeo and Juliet. Harry recognized the young man as Leonardo something-or-other due to the many hours of television watching at the Dursley's, boy he was glad that he didn't have to go there ever again! The young woman was very pretty, Harry supposed, if you like that sort of thing. She turned around on the screen and Harry noticed the white feathery wings she was wearing. He grinned to himself. Ron always had had a thing for angels. Once he had almost stopped breathing after seeing Hermione in a white flannel nightdress, it had been very amusing watching Hermione's confusion and Ron's hyperventilating.

A note appeared on Harry's lap, the scrawled writing made it difficult to read but after looking at Ron's sappy smile, gazing at Hermione who was, apparently, oblivious, made it clear. Harry squinted, hoping that he would be proved extremely wrong. He wasn't. 'Asking Mione to go out with me to next Hogsmeade visit, wish me luck?!' Harry gulped and scribbled back quickly 'Wait til tonight, I'll give you some tips, yeh?' Harry didn't know why but Ron seemed to think that Harry was a complete lady's man, this was far from the truth but Harry needed time to prevent Ron from being humiliated. He knew Hermione would let him down gently, but he also knew that Ron thought he was in there already. Ron always had been a bit slow at reading the signs but even Harry had noticed the amount of time Hermione and George were spending together whenever they were all at The Burrow. He knew they had been working on some Ministry project but the way Hermione smiled at George. . . it was exactly the way Harry wished Ginny would smile at him. 'Sure' came the next note before Ron whispered "Hey look, I bet that William Sheepshearer could give me a few lessons on the ladies.'' as the couple on screen started kissing. Harry was about to reply, telling Ron that the man he was watching wasn't Shakespeare and that the whole tale ended in death and sadness, as far as he could remember anyway, when the whole class began to file out of the classroom for lunch.

As desperate as Harry was for air, he reached for Ginny's arm and pulled her back into the room.

"Harry, I told you - we're over!" she protested before Harry shoved the note into her hands. Recognizing her brother's scrawl immediately, she bit her lip.

"We need to do something fast." said Harry

"I can't I've got to meet Draco, but don't worry I'll think of something, ok?" she hurried out of the classroom while Harry's fists automatically clenched. Draco Malfoy, he was her someone else.

A/N Since I got no reviews for my first chapter cries I'm offering cyber cookies for the first to review, go on, you know you want to!