Y Bedwaredd. The Fourth.

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Harry was starting to wonder if the castle was really as big as he had come to think. Or did he really cross paths with Malfoy this often on a regular basis, and just hadn't noticed it until the corridors were no longer filled with students?

He'd certainly seen him more often in the past two days than he was used to. More often than not, as he walked through the castle (most definitely not trying to avoid Hermione and her list of schoolwork-to-be-finished) he would see the Slytherin sauntering past.

Abruptly, Harry found himself colliding with someone else in a tangle of robes. Looking at the blond sprawled on the ground in front of him, Harry sighed. Speak of the devil.

"Merlin, Potter, you have eyes for a reason. Poor as your sight may be, you might want to try using it when you walk around in public," Malfoy said irritably from the floor.

"Maybe you shouldn't whip around corners," Harry muttered, extending his hand without really thinking about it. Malfoy glared up at him, but accepted the hand up.

"So, Potter, what are you so focused on that it stops you from watching where you're going?" Malfoy asked, brushing his robes off. He smirked, his silver eyes glinting as he continued, "Someone on your mind?"

Harry scowled. So what if there had been? It didn't mean anything. It wasn't his fault the bloody Slytherin was everywhere.

"I was on my way to the owlery, actually," he said, trying to keep the defensive tone out of his voice. Not that it needed to be there, anyway. "Why were you running through the halls?" he asked, irritated by the knowing smile on Malfoy's lips.

"It's called walking, Potter. If you hadn't been so busy fantasizing, you would have noticed," he drawled, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

Harry's scowl deepened, and he stepped around Malfoy, continuing (without quite stomping) down the corridor. Just like the bloody Slytherin, always trying to keep the conversation on himself. Ah, but how could he have known who you were thinking about? the Hermione-like voice in his head pointed out. Harry couldn't even deny that he was stomping now, as he tried to ignore both the little voice in his head, and the swooping sensation he'd felt when Malfoy had taken his hand.

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"You might want to move away from that window, Harry. There's usually quite a swarm of wrackspurts there." Harry snapped out of his thoughts, his fingers ceasing their irritated drumming on the cover of his half-closed book. Luna stood next to him, her wide eyes drifting from point to point in the air around him.

"Er, right. Thanks, Luna."

The witch perched on the arm of another chair, regarding him curiously.

"Are you all right, Harry? You look rather unhappy."

Harry shrugged.

"Just thinking. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I find it's best to talk to someone when I get like that," Luna said. "I talk to Ginny quite often when I have problems."

"Ah, it's no big deal. I've just…got a lot on my mind." It wasn't really a lie.

"Is it a boy?"

"Wh-what?" Harry asked, caught completely off guard.

"Well, you said you had a lot on your mind. And you look a lot like Ginny does when she's talking to me about you. But you've never seemed very interested in girls, at least from my view. I've mentioned it to Ginny, but she doesn't really believe me."

"I – well-" I went out with Cho last year! a part of him protested. And just look at how that turned out the Hermione-voice said. He supposed it didn't really matter, overall, not that part of it. But it was Draco Malfoy that he was thinking about like that.

Luna watched him somewhat absently for a while, but eventually spoke again. "I really should be going; I feed the thestrals about this time, and they'll wonder where I've gone." She stood, giving him one of her dreamy smiles. "If you ever want to talk about him, feel free to find me. I don't mind." With that, she walked off, humming cheerily to herself, leaving Harry alone in his corner of the library, waging a mental war with himself.

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All right, there's chapter four! I really am sorry it's taken so long, but I had three AP exams. Admittedly, only one of them was really sucking away my time, but still. Here's hoping my art does well, aha.

Anyway, on the plus side, I've got most of the rest of the story written. It just needs to be cleaned up. So this will actually get updated quickly (and probably with longer chapters, because they won't be franken-chapters like this one and the last one)! Because for some reason, every time I've gone to write this, I've ended up with at least a paragraph for later on. XP Ah well.

And before you go, do take a look at this lovely, glittery, amazing net. It's a thing of beauty, wouldn't you say? Made by the elves, you know. Doesn't it make you want to leave a review? I think it might. ^.^

Seriously, though, I would love reviews.

Yours 'till death,

Caelistis.