In his circular room Dumbledore sat worriedly. Fawkes had just told him the strangest thing; a student seemed to appear and disappear in and out of the Hogwarts realm. After all the problems Albus'd had with Harry, serious measures had been taken to ensure safety inside the Hogwarts boundaries.
And now this.
Wild magic had to be the case, and it unsettled Albus, to say at the least. Only paintings and centaurs could control this kind of wizardry and they had all been examined, tested and trialed before being allowed to stay here at the school. Now one of them seemed to be messing with a students life no less!
This called for action and nearly fuming, Albus turned to the large painting of a crimson couch on his left. "Theodore! Your help is required immediately. I need for you to fetch Alexia for me on the first floor and check in the hall of Co-Co whether there is a student in trouble over there."
Theodore, a large man with multicolored stockings on yawned and stretched his body on the couch.
"Albus, is this about Mr. Greenleaf? Us paintings, we already figured Co-Co was up to no good. We took action already, in the form of one of your most beloved heroes."

The painting winked, as if this hint was the most obvious clue in history, and indeed, the twinkle in Albus' eyes had already returned.
"Very well," was all he said, and returned to his hot tea and lemon drops in the most cheerful manner.

What was it that made everyone automatically assume he was going to save their arses? WHAT WAS IT, Harry Potter wondered. It couldn't be his appearance. He was skinny, small and looked like he couldn't fight to save his life. Had Mr. Potter only listened to the gossip/rumormill in the hallways, the whispering of the girls in the lavatories, he would have known.

It was the eyes.

The green radiating eyes full of confidence, strength and … love. And now Harry was on another mission. One he would fulfill no matter what. It was Ron, his newly made friend and –though he would not admit it- his soon to be obsession. And he would give him all he had, Harry decided as he walked down the corridor.
He didn't see the body moving towards him with a great shiny white mop of hair on top.
But he did notice it bumping into him as they both turned the same corner in opposite directions.
He did notice the way they were sprawled on top of each other, messy and clutching their heads.

"I was looking for you, where are you going?!", drawled an awfully familiar voice.

Harry tried to get up and run away quickly. Draco stopped him by pulling on his robe - now that he had finally found Harry he wouldn't let him go so easily.
"We need to talk!".
Harry gulped, looked around for a way to get out of Draco's clutch but found none. He sighed, and finally, looked him in the eye.
"What about?", he fake-smiled pleasantly.
"You know damn well what about".
Harry sighed again. "Well, you fucking started!"
"Nuh-uh! You did, flirting with him on the train. Don't think I didn't notice!", Draco said jealously.
"Flirting? What are you on about?", Harry tried to say as sincerely as possible. He figured the easiest way to get rid of his lover was by denying it all.
"You know I only care about you..".
Draco blushed.
"Look", Harry started. "Let's just forgive and forget the whole kissing Ron business, and act like nothing happened".
He saw Draco think it over, and after a few seconds, he nodded his head.
"Alright, I suppose".
"Great", Harry smiled, and before Draco could say another word, pulled himself free from Draco's wrist and ran for the stairs.
Looking for Ron, of course. He had bought an even tighter pair of emojeans, and he wanted to impress his redhead friend.

"H-h-hello?", Ron stammered, trying to get a glimpse of the source of the noise he just heard.

"Is someone out there?".

He couldn't see a thing.

"Hello, Ron", he heard a voice say. "Beautiful day, isn't it?".
"Uh, yeah, I guess so... Can't see much from down here, though".
"No… No, we can't", the voice replied.
"Who are you?", Ron asked it.
It was then when a small "Lumos" could be heard, and the corridor was instantly illuminated, blinding Ron for a few seconds.
When his eyes had adjusted to the sudden brightness he noticed a bushy, brown blurb coming at him.
" This will be the end of you!", Hermione yelled, and with a swish of her wand knocked Ron out cold.

Glorfindel urged his horse to go faster, trying to get to Hogwarts as quick as he could.
Dumbledore needed him, and he owed him one for that one awkward time when he- well- let's save that for another time. H
e hadn't had contact with Albus himself, but with one of the paintings in his office, which had contacted him.
When he heard a student was in trouble, Ron of Mirkwood, no less, he immediately thought of the person who was most likely to be behind it all.
She might seem nice and smart, but boy, did Glorfindel know she was more like a feisty beast. He made his horse go even faster.

If he was right, there was no time to lose.