Happy Camper

Chapter 8: Saturday

Harry's POV

I sighed. I was sitting in the arm chair in front of the fire place in the Gryffindor common room. Bored out of my mind and missing Draco. Ron and Hermione were talking quietly to each other, laughing, and cuddling. Ron obviously hadn't told her yet. I glared at him and he got the hint.

"Hermione can we go upstairs and talk?" He looked nervous. Which he should be, Hermione was probably going to hex him. She agreed and they headed into the boy's dormitories.

Professor Dagan's seventh year Muggle Studies class had only been back for about three hours now. The plane ride was uneventful. Like the flight to America, the flight home was long and made me want to Avada Kedavra myself. I wasn't allowed to sit near Draco, our seats were chosen for us. We met near the bathroom a few times, when one of us was coming out, the other would conveniently be the next person in line. We'd peck each other on the mouth quickly and move on.

We had to rush when the plane landed in order to get back to Hogwarts for dinner. We gathered our luggage, and after dragging it into the parking garage, apparated into Hogsmeade. Our things were brought to our dorms for us, just like on the first day of the school year. The walk to the castle was the only opportunity I got to speak to Draco today. And we didn't even talk much. We held hands as we walked. He told me about how boring the trip was and that he was glad to be home. We were ushered into the Great Hall by the professor and Draco and I went our separate ways.

Hermione greeted Ron with a shriek and a hug and he told her all about the trip, minus a few details. I heard her shrieking now, but not in a good way. She was screaming at Ron, calling him an asshole. I'm pretty sure she was throwing things as well. I heard a door slam and then another and it was quiet once again. I sighed and made my way upstairs.

"She hates me, Harry." Ron sounded so sad and it made me feel a bit bad for him.

"What did she say?" I sat on the end of my bed and looked around the room. There were chunks of broken glass and ceramic around the floor of Ron's bed. He was kneeling on the floor picking them up. I could tell he was trying not to cry.

"Well I'm sure you heard some of it. But she said she didn't want to be around me for a while. Said she needed time to think." He was quiet and his voice was quivering.

"She didn't break up you though?" Ron shook his head. "That's a good thing then." I was trying my best to make him feel better. No matter how I felt that what he did was wrong and despicable I did'nt like to see my best mate upset.

Ron discarded the shattered remains of his bedside lamp, crawled onto his bed and closed the hangings.

Draco's POV

I had just entered the common room through the portrait hole, expecting to relax in front of the fire when I heard the most hideous noise.

"Draco!" Pansy was running towards me screaming. Before I could run away or throw Blaise in her path she jumped on me, hugging me and practically squeezing the life out of me. I grabbed her arms and tried to pry her from me but she wouldn't budge.

"Blaise?" I turned to him with a pleading look on my face. "A little help please!"

Laughing at me, Blaise too attempted to get her off. She was surprisingly strong and held fast. I growled and took my wand out of my pocket.

"Reducto!" I yelled and she was blasted away from me. She landed ungracefully on the floor. He legs spread out in the air as she did. It was quite disgusting, actually, seeing up her skirt. I was overcome with the urge to obliviate myself later. I stalked over to her and pointed my wand down at her once again.

"If you ever touch me, talk to me, or even come near me again, it will be much, much worse. Understand?" She nodded hastily and I made my way through the Slytherin common to my dormitory.

I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I wondered what Harry was doing at that moment. I missed him and it hadn't even been a day since we spent proper time together. The coming week was likely to be worse. Between classes, homework, quidditch, and I'm sure Harry will get himself a few detentions, we'll both be too tired to do anything.

I wondered what it will be like outside of Hogwarts, once we graduate. Is he still going to want to be with me? Live with me? Bond with me? Ugh, I really shouldn't be thinking all these things. I should just focus on the present and be happy with Harry. I am happy with Harry but I want to be happy with Harry for a long time, possibly forever. Ugh, there I go again. I shut my eyes and forced myself to do arithmancy equations in my head until I fell asleep. Otherwise it would be a long, sleepless night.

Short and slightly uneventful. But maybe you liked it anyway...?