A/N Last chapter was all about Draco. Harry's turn! Er...yay? Let us find out!

Ron woke Harry up at seven in the morning. Not on purpose, though. When Ron tried to put on his pants, he tripped over the leg and grabbed at Harry's bed's curtians, thus tearing them off and landing on Harry.

"Eh, sorry mate." Ron said sheepishly.

Harry, still upset and surprised that Ron wasn't showing a little more emotion, nodded and grunted.

Ron, whose face contorted into a concerned expression, tried to successfully put on his pants, taking several attempts.

Harry said nothing as he dressed for the day and walked down to the Great Hall without even a nod of "hello" to anyone.

Hermione and Ron both talked quietly together as they walked a few steps behind Harry. Hermione had cried a few silent tears, and Ron held her. At breakfast, Ginny sat where Millie usually did, next to Harry. He tried to avoid talking about her, and kept bringing up Quidditch and the likes.

He heard a couple people near him bring up Millie, though he didn't join the conversation. In Herbology a few Hufflepuffs were deep in conversation. It took all his strength not to pull their earmuffs out during the Mandrakes lesson.

In Transfiguration, he noticed that Draco wasn't there. Drama Queen.

A little over halfway through, Draco burst in. He settled in the seat behind Harry's.

Harry almost wanted to ask Draco if he'd seen Millie, but decided against it. Especially when he heard Pansy Parkinson mention her and call her a mudblood. Just as he was about to, erm, give her a stern talking to, Draco stood up and yelled. Harry almost felt respect for him.

Draco ran out of the room with McGonnagal at his heel.

A chatter erupted in the room. Harry turned to Pansy, who was complaining to her equally ugly friend about Draco, and slapped her.

After class, Seamus Finnagan came up to him. "What was that all about?"

"Millie." Harry replied, his deadpan expression conflicting with Seamus' joking one.

Immediately his smile slid, and he said "I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry said nothing to Seamus, who had fallen behind, and went straight to the hospital wing.

As he sat down on the edge of her bed, he thought about Malfoy. He had stood up for Millie, the girl Harry loved.

Yes, loved. After the things they had been through, Harry realized that he indeed was in love with Milliscent Homestead.

Maybe it was just infatuation, he didn't know. His hormones were telling him that it was love.

Either way, Draco had earned some respect from Harry, even if that left him at negative-infinity.

"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves."

"What?" Harry asked, startled.

"Brillig, the point at w-which you start broiling things for dinner. F-four pm." Harry looked down at Millie. Had she spoken?

"Slithy, a combonation of slimy and lithe." Millie was speaking! Her eyes remained closed, he voice was barely audible, and her lips barely moved but she was speaking nonetheless!

"Millie, hold that thought, ok?"

"Ok."

Harry ran to the Great Hall, where average humans were eating lunch. "Ron! Hermione!" He was shouting, not caring who heard. "She's alive!"

At once the stood up, abandoned their food, and chased after Harry. Little did they know, a Slytherin boy also decided to follow.

A/N OOOOH YAY! LIFE! SHE'S ALIVE! SHE'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!