I love my town! Right now we're having a festival thing, so I have been hanging with my friends like…every day! It's been great, especially during a summer like this, where I don't have anything to do besides all the things that I should be doing…That makes sense, right? Well anyways that's my excuse for the slow chapter update….

Hope you like this next chapter of Harry Potter…that I don't own…

Harry followed the Ravenclaw girl out into the hallway. It was at this moment that his mind decided to remind him of what Lavender Brown had said to him two days ago. Harry stumbled just before Cho stopped, standing close to a wall so they wouldn't restrict traffic flow in and out of the Great Hall.

'Oh crap! Why didn't I realize that she was going to confess!' Harry mentally berated himself. 'Maybe she doesn't want to confess to you!' A smaller (stupider) portion of his brain perked up. 'Perhaps she just wants to talk about…Charms! Or something…'

"Harry," Cho began, gaining the bespectacled boy's attention. She kept her back to him instead staring down the hallway at some other students. "I always noticed how kind and polite and happy you are. You are also so brave and strong." Her voice sounded so soft, so light, drifting around her body to reach Harry's ears. "And finally, after such a long time, I have finally gathered my courage, and decided that now was the best time to tell you."

'Ah, crap.'

She turned quickly, catching Harry by surprise. "I really like you Harry. And I was wondering…" Her voice trailed off as she looked at the ground self-consciously. "I was wondering if you would like to go out with me…" She sounded terrified.

And at that moment, Harry was glad Cho wasn't watching him. He didn't know what sort of expression to put on his face. 'Well, she's pretty,' he thought inwardly. 'But I don't know the first thing about this girl! I mean, I have only seen her a couple times around the castle.' Harry furrowed his brow in concentration, trying to decide what to do next.

Cho slowly lifted her head to look at the other boy, her face cautionary. When she noticed his confused look she went straight into her apology. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Harry. If you really don't want to go out with me, it's fine, I mean-"

"Wait!" Harry interrupted, having a feeling that her apology would go on longer than her confession. "It's just that…"Harry trailed off here, unsure of how to phrase this. Should he say he didn't know her at all? Or should he…Harry gave his best shot. "It's just that I don't feel like I know you very well." Harry explained waving his hands a bit, trying to get his point across.

Cho's face brightened instantly. "Well that's what we should date for!" She exclaimed, looking pleased with her logic. Seeing Harry's still confused and pitiful face, she shook her head, smiling. "How about I let you think about this." The Ravenclaw decided. "I'll ask you again before lunch." She smiled once more before she flounced her way into the Great Hall.

Harry nodded absentmindedly to himself, at her proposal. He turned to walk into the Great Hall as well when a platinum blond head caught his eye. Harry turned to see Draco Malfoy sauntering down the hallway to some place or other. His head was tilted down as if he were deep in thought.

'Hmm…that's weird,' Harry thought, 'Didn't he just start eating ten minutes ago?' Harry was still aware of Draco's presence from the many stalking incidents. So though Harry hadn't noticed anything else he did notice when Draco entered the room and sat down. Harry shrugged to himself and continued into the hallway. 'Must be a fast eater.'

Harry's thoughts were filled with Cho during Charms. He still didn't know what he should do about her proposal. It shouldn't be this hard, but for some reason he just couldn't decide. Everything said he should just say yes to the idea, but every time that he was about to make up his mind, his feelings told him not to.

He also wanted to talk to Ron or Hermoine about the idea, but when he attempted to inform them at the breakfast table they had been interrupted by an explosion, caused by Seamus, and then had to evacuate the area before the flames caught on their robes. This also threw all of Harry's thoughts into a frazzle and when they were walking to Charms he totally forgot about it.

Not only was Cho's proposition weighing back and forth in his mind, but at random odd intervals while thinking about Cho, Harry would remember what happened with Draco just last night. He would then proceed to try to shake his head of the annoying thoughts, and have to think about something else entirely.

It didn't help that he felt slightly irritable through Charms. Something felt different, out of place. He felt cold and way too tense.

So by the time Harry reached Transfiguration, which was only the SECOND class of the day, everything was pissing Potter off. This had made it even harder to talk to Ron during the passing period, whom could feel the moody vibes and had decided to walk with Neville and Lee Jordan in tow.

And Harry couldn't even talk to Ron during class, after Mrs. McGonagall had moved Ron's seat, and all through Charms they were casting silent spells.

Harry tapped his foot relentlessly, his feelings starting to find places to vent without screaming his lungs off. Mrs. McGonagall glanced at him during her lecture, but decided it was better if she kept her thoughts to herself.

Harry glanced around the room, the irritating empty feeling growing with each passing second. It wasn't the feelings themselves that was causing Harry to twitch, but the fact that he was unable to figure out what he was ticking him off. It would be easier for him to understand his feelings once he realized what was annoying him. Harry unconsciously turned to look at the clock at the back of the room, trying to gauge how much time he would have to put up with the class.

Only fifteen more minutes, then he would be able to talk to Ron in History class. Harry's eyes roamed across the back of the classroom, quickly before he turned around to look at Mrs. McGonagall. But that off feeling made him pause. That cold feeling that spread across his back intensified. Harry turned slowly and looked back over his shoulder.

His eyes drifted over the students until the change that had been bothering him all day finally clicked in his head. Draco Malfoy was no longer staring at him without emotion. Now, the blonde's eyes were cold and angry, almost like he was accusing Harry of something. The look in the boy's eyes briefly froze Harry in place.

Harry spun back to stare at the front of the class. First Draco kissed him, and now the Slytherin was glaring at him. Couldn't the boy just make up his mind!

So talking to Ron during History was a total bust. They had their seats switched at the beginning of the day because of some stupid prank the fourth years did dealing with green glue and lots of feathers. Harry was going to talk to Ron on their way to Potions, but that didn't happen as Ron again decided to bring along Lee and Neville. So now Harry was sitting next to Draco Malfoy, who was not even trying to conceal his hatred toward him, and try to work on a project that was due in five days…Oh yeah, today was just shaping up to be Harry's best day ever.

"So…"Harry began, trying to lessen the tension that was concentrating over his left shoulder. "When should we…uh…"

"Meet up?" Draco asked icily. He was acting like the prick Harry had always thought him to be. "Well I don't know, Potter! Maybe it can be at lunch!"

Harry glanced at the irate blonde out of the corner of his eye. "Um…yeah, maybe during lunch."

Draco froze. "Really?" he asked slowly. "You would really meet me at lunch?" Now the Slytherin looked confused, his eyebrows crinkling together, and his lips pursing.

"Uh…yeah?" Harry hazarded. The blonde's mood swings were really starting to throw him.

"You don't have something important to do?" Draco prompted slowly.

Harry thought quickly trying to understand what the Slytherin was talking about. "Um… no?" 'Oh I hope this isn't a trick question!'

Draco studied him slowly, taking in his wide eyes and his tousled hair. "Oh…"

Then the tension disappeared, like it never was there to begin with. Draco stopped staring so intently at Harry, instead turning to look at the book in front of him. He started talking civilly again, talking about research he had done on the life potion, and what books he had found useful so far.

Harry sighed, trying to keep his deflation quiet. This was bad for his heart.

So next is Harry turbulent lunchtime. This was one of my least favorite chapters. It just didn't want to be written…