HERMIONE

"Why don't you try Hagrid's hut? I'll scope around." I say, Ron nods and then pauses. "But with Umbridge around..." I press my lips together, "I have a clean record, why don't you come with me? I have to hand this to Professor Flitwick anyway," I reply pointing at my five paged parchment essay. Ron glances, shocked at the amount of letters. "So what?" I sniffed, "So what if it was three and half more than he asked."

Ron rolls his eyes and shrugs, "Why don't I hand it to him, I'll say you were reading the textbooks and was feeling very snappish." He kids, I know and smile. "Do whatever it takes to find Harry, Ron."

Ron glides off the hallway and proceeds to Professor Flitwick's office. I walk around, opening to catch a glimpse of Harry. A few minutes later, I began to panic. 'What are you talking about? We're talking about the Boy who Lived! The boy who conquered the Dark Lord, three times!' I sigh, forcing a laugh and an airy, "Yes, what was I thinking?"

I had my regrets for letting Ron's stroll into Flitwick's office to drop the parchment, honestly, was my common sense weakening during thick hours of work? I passed off the thought and walked around, it was nearing seven.

While walking around the corridors, I passed the Slytherin common room. I've never been in here, and I was positive that no Slytherins entered the Gryffindor common room. I bit my lip, a feeling in my chest that was urging me to go inside. Of course, there was no logic behind this, seeing that Trelawney was an old fraud. But I still had an odd sense that Harry was lurking in the Slytherin common rooms. But, honestly, why?

Stepping back, I watched a couple of Slytherins approach the common room door, "Trentwarble." They said silkily. There was a muscular man covered in armor, he wore a helmet with the colors of green and black. "Correctly said," the man said; his voice deep. The portrait flung open to omit them. The two students walked smoothly inside, taking the air with them.

I stood in front of the portrait door and tugged on my tie, which proudly shone with the colors red and yellow. "Uhm!" I said, with an odd high pitched voice. "T-tr-trentwarble?" The man nodded, the gently tinkling of metal soothed me, "Of course m'lady- Wait!" The figure pulled off his helmet, revealing a wild, but handsome mass of black flowing hair. His features harsh and his violent yellow eyes stared harshly at me.

"You aren't from Slytherin." spat the Knight. I gave a meek laugh, and waved my hand around, "O-of course I'm not! I-I-I came to do a project for P-p-professor Snape!" He pursed his lips, still unconvinced. "W-with Pansy Parkinson on the bezoars." I said quickly.

The Knight eyed me suspiciously; he swung open and put his helmet back on. I began to tug my tie even more firmly; I saw the disgusted faces, of the Slytherins. I cleared my throat and treaded around avoiding the cruel glances.

I found myself in a deserted area, deciding that Harry wasn't here, I began to retreat back. And then I heard a trace of a whisper. Usually, I would've continued my way to the opening of the wretched pace, but the whisper's voice sounded very much like someone I really hated.

Hearing Malfoy made me have the more stronger desire to leave, but it was odd hearing Malfoy murmur, "Harry, you're so cute when you moan."

There was a tweak in my brain to run up to the scene, and once again sock Malfoy through his thick, blonde skull, but I managed to keep myself from doing so. Moans erupted from the mere corridor. I had the horrific thought that Harry was the one moaning.

Slowly, I inched against the wall, my heart was throbbing rapidly. Hoping for something that wasn't the worst, hoping they weren't bare and wet. My steps crept closer to the corner, and my whole body was ready to jump and scream.

Malfoy was pinning Harry rather gently against the wall. They were still dressed, thankfully. The idiot was nipping Harry's pale neck. It looked extremely unreal under the dim fire. Harry was slightly writhing in; oh God knows what, pleasure. His cheeks were speckled pink as Malfoy ran his neck with this tongue. Harry's fingers were gripping Malfoy's shoulder, as if trying to back away, but had not intention of doing so.

I darted out of the light, my eyes swimming with tears of confusion. A bunch of Slytherins jeered at me, but I paid them no mind. I had no concern of what Harry's sexuality was, and I was certain Ron agreed also.

But why out of all people, why Draco Malfoy?

The portrait flung opened and a heard scoffs behind me, that was probably from the knight. I knew for a fact that Harry had enough common sense to not get too intense.

I scampered to my common room and squeaked, "Dunderoot!" The Fat Lady looked at me with concern, "What's wrong dear?" She swung forth and I ignored her comfort. Hurtling into the room, a stopped as I saw a figure of Ron's who was immersed in reading Quidditch Through the Ages. "Did you find, Harry?" he said as I sunk into the cozy, squashy chair. I blinked, realizing that Ron had no idea of the things I saw.

And wouldn't Ron be even more upset if he heard about Harry and Malfoy's act? I could already imagine Ron punching Harry to pulp whilst screaming curses at him. A shiver crossed over my mind.

"No!" I said; my voice pitched to sound calm. "H-Harry's off to the bathroom, he got his pajamas when you were looking for him. He feels cold, and there are a lot of people there." I stopped, viewing my words. "Harry also mentioned that you should sleep right now, due to the long wait."

Ron was fingering the edge of Quidditch Through the Ages. He nodded and said, "I've got my pajamas on," he said, gesturing to his short maroon shirt and pants. "I guess," said Ron, looking at me warily, he must've suspected the slight panic in my voice. "I'll head off to bed."

Ron stalked off and went through the door to the male dormitories and I sunk down deeper into my chair, holding my head.

"What if, this is the end of their friendship?"

HARRY

I didn't realize what I've done until after I've done it.

'We were only kissing, nothing more.' I remind myself truthfully. I twisted the knob for the tap water and spooned it into my mouth then spitting it out. I used the back of my palm to wipe my lips, unsatisfied; I rubbed harshly, trying to ebb away each kiss.

"Yeah, that's right. Nothing really." I reminded myself again, grabbed a towel off of the rack and wiping my entire face. I then preceded the same harsh rubbings until my skin felt slightly burned. My hand clamped over my lips, "Nothing harmful," I murmured.

Throwing the towels into the sink, I hastily got out of the bathroom and headed into the dormitories. I threw off my robes, and my arm fished around my bed for pajamas, grabbed them out and pulled them on. Ron stifled a grunt as he turned and Neville stirred.

I plopped myself onto the bed, and pulled the warm covers over me. "I am dreaming of a dream." I tell myself. Seconds later, darkness surrounds and I'm deep in a swirl of sleep.

RON

The sun leaks from the curtains and I'm really disturbed.

It's a Sunday, and it's meant for sleeping in, but I couldn't be bothered to sleep if the sun was coming up this early. Pushing the covers off, I see Harry, sprawled against his four poster bed. He looks disgruntled, as if he had problems sleeping. I dished out clothes and pulled off my pajamas, switching clothing. I decide not to wake Harry just yet, for my stomach was screaming in pain.

Heading down to the grand hall, Hermione is crouching behind her copy of Hogwarts, A History. She must of read it dozens of times, because Hermione was mouthing the words as her eyes sped through a page. I rapped on the table and took a spoonful of fried eggs. Hermione jumped releasing the book and letting clatter at the table.

I frowned, if I felt evil enough, I would laugh, but this was getting a little bit odd. Hermione sheepishly collected the book and murmured a "Good morning, Ron." I nodded, as a reply back. Chomping on the bacon, I said, "What's with you? The bags under your eyes, unable to grip a book… What happened, Hermione?"

She shot me a look, a flaming glare, but it softened, "Ron, I. I have to tell you something." I poured syrup over my stack on pancakes, "Don't worry, breakfast will keep me sane." I joke. Hermione mutters something inaudible; words like 'Not really.' are heard.

"Ron, you have to really listen to me."

"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up, Hermione, before I chew these pancakes tasteless."

"But you really have to think before you do."

"And, ha, what will I do?"

"And I know really hate this person, but it has to deal with someone we're greatly fond of."

"Hate? I don't hate anyone except Malfoy."

"Ron?"

"Yes Hermione?"

"I saw Malfoy snog Harry."