Harry rolled over and grumbled into his pillow as the sun entered through the window. As he glanced over to the bed on the opposite side of the room he noticed Draco was mirroring him.

"Why didn't you close the blind last night genius?" Harry mumbled into his pillow.

"Because I thought you did it stupid." Came the reply. Harry swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He quietly, as not to raise suspicion, walked over to Draco's bed, counted to three in his head and jumped. He landed on top of Draco and launched into a tickle attack on the unsuspecting man.

"Stop... hahahaha... Potter" He was trying to get a sentence out in between fits of laughter.

"Breakfast..." Hermione opened the door and trailed off at the scene before her. "Never mind. You keep doing your thing and I'll just tell the teachers you've both gone insane and need some professional help. I'll organize the mind healers to come and see you as soon as possible shall I?"

"Oh fuck off Granger." Draco said with no heat as he put his hands on Harry's chest and pushed him off him. "And you Potter" he snarled "can fuck off with her. The doors that way"

Harry jumped up off the floor. "Is it? That's a fine place for it, don't you think 'Mione?" He turned is gaze on her with a smirk on his face.

"Oh ha fucking ha Harry. Get out so I can get ready for the day prat."

Harry walked into the great hall and found a seat next to Blaise. He put snagged some toast and some eggs and slowly picked at his toast deep in thought. He was sure that this year was going to be a hard year with his newts and all. It wasn't like he was over everything that happened last year either. Everywhere he looked in the school, he saw flashes of the war.

By the wall in the hall, he saw the Weasleys crowded together over the body of Fred, he looked further down and saw the bodies of Tonks and Remus. On the other side he saw Colin's body. In the hall ways he saw curses and hexes flying each way. When he looked into the forest he saw himself taking his last steps with his mum and dad, Sirius and Remus. His heart panged with guilt. If only he moved quicker, if he defeated Voldemort faster, perhaps a lot of people would still be here today. If only Dumbledore had given him a few more clues he would have known what direction he was heading in, he would have known what he was looking for instead of running in blind.

His mind wondered, as it often did, to the horcrux hunt. Things could have been done differently there too. He should have researched how to destroy them more thoroughly before he left, he never should have taken Hermione and Ron with him, and he should have just snuck off in the middle of the night. It was his fight, the prophecy was about him, and he never should have involved his best friends.

That train of thought lead to another, Ron and his now lack of friendship with his so called best mate. Harry was horrified with the way he had been acting lately. It was if something clicked in Ron's brain in the final battle and unfortunly never clicked back. He was a completely different person now than he was when they had first met on the train. He felt an overwhelming sadness when he thought about everything that they had been through together for it to end like this. Ron's insecurity of the friendship between Harry and Hermione had been the straw that broke the camel's back.

He thought back to all the times that Ron had walked out on him or not trusted him. In fourth year when he was insistent that Harry had put his name in the goblet. It wasn't until Harry had nearly died facing the Dragon that he realized he would be barmy to do so. When Harry knew Malfoy was up to something in sixth year, but Ron kept saying he was obsessing with him. As much as that may have been true, he snorted quietly to himself. Perhaps getting Kreacher and Dobby to follow him had been a little too much, but at the time it was warranted. And for the record, he was right. Draco was up to something, not that it mattered now. Harry wasn't going back on everything he said at Draco's trial, but he wasn't going down that road of thought right now.

Getting his thought train back to Ron. When he had walked out on not just himself, but Hermione, who Ron had supposably loved, whilst they were searching for the horcruxs. The shit that he had done over the summer cut the final ties he had with his friendship with his 'best mate' it made him feel incredibly disheartened that if he couldn't trust him, who could he trust? But then again, Ron had never really trusted Harry had he? It was merely a friendship of convience for Ron. Ron wanted what harry had but didn't want. The money, the fame, the standing. He could have it for all Harry cared, because he certainly didn't want it.

"... HARRY!" Hermione practically screamed in his ear. He jumped and slipped off the bench. He looked up sheepishly.

"Sorry was lost..."

"In thought yes, I figured considering I have been screaming at you for over 5 minutes now."

"Wouldn't have thought you had a brain in that giant cobwebbed-filled head of yours to think with Potter." Draco drawled. Harry glared at him and climbed back up. In front of him on the table was his timetable. He had absolutely no recognition of when it got there. As he picked it up, the owls flew into the hall with the mail. He glanced up and then sombrely realized he was looking for an owl that would no longer fly to him. He sighed quietly. Hermione took his hand knowingly and shared a small smile with him. He squeezed her hand back reassuringly. He cast a quick tempus charm and realized he only had ten minutes to get to the dungeons for potions. He felt his heart constrict again knowing it wasn't Snape teaching them, it would be Slughorn again.

Gathering his bag, he motioned to the others he was heading out and waited patiently for them to get their stuff as they headed down together.

Potions went as good as can be expected; at least no one blew up a cauldron. After potions they headed to DADA, and his heart hurt again. He still believed it should have been Remus teaching the class, not the new Professor Johnston, but he had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that she knew her stuff. Although he was only revisiting what he already knew.

After DADA the group that consisted of Hermione, Draco, Blaise, Neville and himself headed back to the hall for lunch. Everyone was in a good mood and if the way today had gone so far was any indication, this year was going to be perfectly okay with Harry. Unfortunately for him, he spoke to soon.

"Harry James Potter. You stop where you are right now! We need to talk." A voice carried down the hall. The group stopped in their tracks as Harry groaned and looked pleadingly at Hermione.

'Help' He mouthed over to her but she was too shocked to do anything before Ginny walked up and stood directly in front of Harry.

"Is there any reason why you're ignoring me Harry?"

"I'm not ignoring you Ginny; we just have nothing to speak about. We've been at school for not even a day yet."

"So what, you can't come and seek me out? Why is it that I'm always seeking you out? Is that any way to treat your girlfriend?"

Harry couldn't say anything because his jaw hit the floor and he was bewildered at what she was saying.

"Ginny, you're not my girlfriend, we broke up, remember? It wasn't working."

"Oh Harry, I never meant that. I love you and things are going to be fine. We're going to pretend this little break never happened aren't we love and move on. We have both learnt from it and we now know where we both went wrong. Things will be easier from now on."

"Ginny, I'm serious. I'm not getting back together with you. Things change, people change, and the war changed both of us. I grew up because I didn't have a choice; you unfortunately didn't, but that okay. You're still only 17 and weren't in the thick of the war like I was, but that's only one of the many many reasons we won't work. I'm sorry Ginny but I need to leave."

"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME HARRY POTTER" She shrieked at him. "I will get you back and I want you to know that I will do whatever it takes to win you back."

"You just don't get it do you Ginny? I. Don't. Love. You. To be honest I don't think I ever did."

"You take that back Right now Mr. Don't say things you don't mean."

At this point Harry could feel his magic getting out of control. Instead of letting it lash out like he wanted he turned around and punched the wall.

"Fuck" he screamed as his knuckled bleed from hitting the stone.

"Ginny, if I were you, I would count myself lucky that it was the wall Harry hit and not you with a curse. If you have any brains in there at all, you would listen to what he's saying and then walk away. Don't tempt fate." Hermione finally came out of her stoper of absolute disbelief of what Ginny was doing. Hermione bit back a chuckle as the thought of Ginny channelling her inner Ron at that moment. As she looked over at Harry to double check that he was okay, she noticed Draco was healing his fist. She turned around to see Ginny looking on helplessly but smartly decided to walk away.

Hermione walked over to Draco and Harry as Draco wrapped his arms around the other man in a gentle hug and was whispering in his ear. Hermione just put her hand on Harry's shoulder in support. Draco directed Harry to the hall and got him to sit down and eat some food. Hermione just stepped back and let it happen. She joined a conversation with Blaise and Neville who were both unsure of what to do but seemed happy to let Draco take the reins.

The bell rang and the group made their way to transfiguration where Harry sat with Draco on one side of him and Hermione on the other. He muttered his thanks to Draco for everything he did at lunch and apologized to the group for the disruption to their day that was going okay. The group just waved off his apology and although the mood was a little depressing they all tried their hardest to cheer Harry up. By dinner Draco had him in laughing so hard his sides hurt. Hermione had never seen a change in Harry come that quick. Usually it took days to get him out of the funk he worked himself into, but with Draco, he made it look easy. Harry smiled at Hermione and mouthed her personal thanks at her and she grabbed his hand and smiled back. She was glad to see him so happy and carefree because Merlin knew he needed it after everything.