The next day, Harry woke up feeling a lot better than he did the day before. He was also feeling exceptionally starving; he hadn't eaten so lunchtime yesterday. He started getting dressed, thinking about the delicious food he was about to consume.

"Hey, Harry! I see you're feeling better."

Harry turned to find Seamus walking out of the bathroom, his hair damp: He must have taken a shower. Harry swallowed slightly, suddenly remembering his own shower experience last night. He watched as Seamus ran his hand through his wet, blonde hair and his stomach dropped again. Seamus looked at Harry, who realized too late, that he was staring.

"You ok?"

Harry shook his head slightly. "Yeah, sorry. I'm still a little out of it. But definetely feeling a lot better."

"That's good to hear." Seamus said, smiling at him. "You ready to head down to breakfast?"

"Absolutely, I'm starved!" Harry said, smiling. He followed Seamus out of the dorm and down the stairs.

Harry felt he went through the day in a complete daze. He found it hard to concentrate. Was this all because of what happened in the shower? Or was this the dream about Voldemort? Because Harry knew that's what the dream was about. Although why he would be dreaming about him or the other strange man, Harry had no idea.

"Harry, you're making it snow," Seamus said causally. Harry looked up and noticed he was, in fact, making it snow. They were in transfiguration, trying to materialize water from the air.

"Sorry," Harry said, lowering his wand, and the snow instantly stopped.

"Looks like you've got bad dandruff," Seamus chuckled, and he started lightly brushing the flakes off Harry's shoulders. Harry jumped slightly at the contact.

"You seem off, Harry," Hermione said, watching her best friend's reaction. "Everything ok?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just thinking." Harry said lamely.

"What about?" Seamus asked casually.

"Nothing important," Harry said, shrugging. He went back to his assignment, trying to make water appear. Hermione gave him a suspicious look but continued with her work.

Seamus watched Harry curiously. He felt something was certainly off about Harry…but maybe what Harry said earlier was right – maybe he was still feeling it from yesterday. Seamus mentally shrugged it off and got on as well.

They were all heading for their study period when Katie rushed up to them, looking just as distraught as she did the night before. "She won't let us reform!" She said before the others could ask.

"What?!" Ron and Harry cried out, looking outraged. "Why the hell not?"

"She doesn't think we deserve it! She thinks we're not mentally mature enough to compete with the rest of the houses!" She turned to Harry. "I know you haven't had any detentions with her in awhile, but please promise me you'll be good, please!"

"I promise!" Harry said, looking taken aback. "She really said we weren't mentally mature?"

"She really reformed every other house but ours?" Ron asked, offended. "That cow!"

"I don't know why she's saying this Harry, but I'm taking it to McGonagall immediately. There's no reason why she can't allow us to play!" And with that, she rushed off.

Seamus turned to Harry, who looked upset. "Harry?"

"It's my fault. She won't reform because of me – "

"You don't know that, Harry," Hermione said gently.

"Of course, I do! This is payback for not doing my detentions with her! She's trying to find other ways of making me suffer, and she's taking the team down with me!"

"Even if that was the reason, Harry, you know McGonagall isn't going to let her get away with this," Seamus said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Why don't we go for a walk? That always makes you feel better."

Harry sighed, feeling guilty and awful. He nodded and followed Seamus. He waved bye to the others, who made their way to the library. Without thinking, Harry reached out for Seamus' hand, and gently grabbed hold. Seamus looked down at their entwined hands, his stomach clenching. He looked at Harry, who was looking forward. Seamus looked ahead as well, unable to hide his smile.

Harry and Seamus walked around the entire perimeter of the lake, not saying a single word. Yet, they were comfortable. They continued holding hands, lightly swinging their arms back and forth between them. They stopped by one of large beech trees and just looked out over the calm lake. Seamus turned to Harry, who was smiling slightly. Seamus couldn't help but feel Dean was right…maybe Harry did like him…but how to bring it up and when?

Harry could feel Seamus watching him and turned his head. They smiled at each other. Harry looked down at their still entwined hands, and gently rubbed the back of Seamus' hand with his thumb. Harry swallowed hard…was this the moment to tell Seamus how he felt? Or how he thought he felt? They both looked up and stared at each other once more. Harry opened his mouth to say something – but the distant bell signaling the end of break made them both jump. The two looked at each other in disappointment and made the trek back towards the greenhouses.

Hermione squealed, causing some of the other students to look at her. She, Ron, and Dean were waiting just outside of the greenhouses. She excitedly pulled Ron's sleeve and jerked her head behind her, trying not to make it too obvious. Ron and Dean looked behind her; both their eyes grew wide, and the three friends looked at each other excitedly. Harry and Seamus were heading their way – and they were holding hands.

"We have to act like we didn't see anything," Dean said excitedly under his breath. They turned around, trying to contain their excitement.

"Hey guys," Harry said when they approached the group. They turned around to find Harry and Seamus no longer holding hands but looking pretty happy.

"Hey, Harry – Seamus. Do you feel better after your walk?" Hermione asked casually.

"Much," Harry said as they finally entered the greenhouse.

"I saw Katie talking to Professor McGonagall during our break. McGonagall didn't look too happy," Ron said, preparing his planting trough.

"So you know she's going to get things done," Dean added.

"I have no doubt about that," Harry responded. "I just hate the extremes Umbridge is going through to make our lives miserable."

"Enough talking over there and listen up!" Professor Sprout called to the group. "Today's class, we're going to need every ounce of concentration. We're working with a couple of true blighters, we are!"

With that said, the three put the conversation to rest and turned their attention to the task at hand.