Author Note: Sorry this chapter is so short! The next chapter will be long though, promise. And it's the juicy chapter *hint hint, wink wink* ^_^
The next day Harry was still on that high.
He was sitting in History of Magic listening to Professor Binns drone on about the gnome invasion of 1675.
"Could this be anymore boring," he whispered.
Ron snickered as Hermione shushed him, writing fevrently.
The bell chimed minutes later signaling the end of class.
"Let's do something," Harry said brightly. "We should go to Hogsmeade and eat lunch there."
"Harry, are you sure you're feeling fine?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You just seem..."
"Different," Ron finished.
Harry looked at them, confusion written on his face.
"I thought you two would be happy to see me better. I'm feeling fine and wonderful and you shit on that?"
"Harry, mate,"Ron started.
Harry glared at Ron.
"Sure, we'd love to go to Hogsmeade," Hermione said quickly.
Harry's bright smile returned instantly.
"Great," he said as he threw his arms around his friends' necks.
They walked into The Three Broomsticks and saw that Neville, Luna, Draco, and Ginny had had the same idea. They pulled up an extra table and joined them.
"Hey, Harry," Neville greeted. "Ron, Hermione."
"See you all had the same thoughts as us,"Harry said, smiling. "I'll get the butterbeers."
When Harry left the table Neville, Luna, and Ginny stared at Ron and Hermione in disbelief.
"What happened to him," Ginny whispered.
"No idea," Ron answered his sister. "Malfoy found him the other night in Myrtle's bathroom, asleep, and he's been like this since."
Harry returned before they could question Draco. Harry had the seven drinks hovering beside him, and he passed them around.
"Can you believe the Chudley Cannons are barely in the running this year," Ron said, conversely.
"I told you the Holly Heads are better than the Cannons but you wouldn't believe me," Ginny taunted.
Harry felt good. Feeling like his old self again, laughing and talking among friends about his favorite sport. Unfortunately for him, that didn't last long.
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Over the next couple days Harry slowly started to dip back into his depression. He would bail on his friends and just sit on the window seat and stare out.