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A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter. :)

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Harry came back from the Quidditch Pitch in a poorer mood than he was in before. He had gone for a little ride on his firebolt to clear his mind because he hadn't been sleeping lately and it put him into foul mood lately. His run-in with Malfoy certainly did not help matters.

He stomped through the puddles, his robes were soaked through and his vision was blurred with tears of anger. He didn't even think Malfoy would sink as low as he just had. Stupid bloody Malfoy. Harry's jaw clenched and he furiously wiped away the tears that had leaked free from his eyes.

He furiously marched through the corridors of Hogwarts, up the ever-changing staircases until he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. She appeared to be in a particularly testy mood as well. When Harry gave the password she merely grunted and swung open, her face staying in a dark scowl the whole time. In fact she was in such a bad mood, Harry wondered maybe Malfoy had been bothering her as well. He wouldn't put it past him. He really did hate Malfoy.

He found Hermione and Ron sitting in the common room talking away, they spotted Harry and smiled, but upon seeing his irritated expression there looks changed to those of curiosity. He muttered that he was going to change into some dry robes and then he'd explain.

Once he'd dressed and warmed up, he told his friends what had happened.

"Bastard," Ron hissed, his eyes narrowed. Hermione also wore an expression of outrage and disgust.

"Does he have no morals?!" She whispered angrily, "I mean even for a slimy little ferret like him, that's really low. Don't even worry about it Harry, he's probably just having a bad day because his manicure wasn't as perfect as he'd like. Stupid bloody Malfoy."

Ron nodded in agreement. And when Hermione was finished Ron turned to Harry and said "And if he gives you any more trouble I'm sure that all of Hogwarts would benefit from seeing him as a lovely bouncing ferret again." And he winked at Harry when Hermione began ranting on about how they really shouldn't fight back because they'd get in trouble, Malfoy isn't worth losing house points over, blah blah blah. Despite his previous anger, Harry found himself smiling. He really did love his friends.

They talked until dinner and walked down to the great hall. Harry noticed that Malfoy wasn't at dinner. Harry hoped he'd injured himself in some way and would be stuck in the Hospital Wing for at least two weeks. That would certainly brighten things up.

This thought really cheered him up, and he dug into the food before him happily. Although not as enthusiastically as Ron, who had his mouth filled with potatoes, chicken, carrots and bread all at once. Bits of chewed up food spewed from Ron's mouth when he talked, earning him a disgusted look from Hermione. But Harry knew that she loved him anyways…everyone knew. Well except Ron and Hermione. They were so oblivious. Harry shook is head, smiling.

Unfortunately his smiled was quickly wiped off of his face when Malfoy came into the room, everyone looked up at the late comer. Harry glared at him. However when Malfoy met his eye, he seemed…apologetic? No, that can't be it. Malfoys are not apologetic. He didn't ponder it for long, as Hermione took it as a good time to bring up their Transfiguration homework. Ron and he spent the rest of the night trying to avoid her bringing it up anymore.

However when Harry went to bed that night all he could see was Malfoy's apologetic eyes. For some reason Harry couldn't stop thinking about them.

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FizzWizz – This chapter focuses on Harry and it appears he's confused.

Draco – Hey why was the attention turned away from me? Wait a minute…Harry couldn't get my eyes out of his mind? Harry, smitten with me are you?

Harry – Excuse me Draco, but what exactly is it that's missing again, do tell.

FizzWizz – Do NOT give a way my plot line even if it is rather obvious. Stupid muses.