We Sorta Kinda Just Happened (A Drarry Story)

Chapter 5

And indeed it hadn't. Though Harry hadn't done the best job of it.

Ginny still thinks they're getting back together.

But Ron had said not to tell her.

She heeded his advice and instead tried for sympathetic smile.

"I'm not sure, Ginny, just give him time. It'll come when it comes."

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Draco was busy keeping his head down and his nose clean. Sure, the threat that Smith gave might not be fulfillable, but it doesn't hurt to be careful.

He was sure Hermione figured out who he was looking at, leading her to know who he was thinking about. She had this weird twinkle in her eyes that reminded him all too much about Dumbledore.

So he did the only rational thing.

He started to avoid Potter like the plague.

Same hallway? Turn the other way.

Same class? Sit as far away as possible.

Hermione? Talk to her only when he's gone.

Sure, it looked suspicious and sure, it was odd, but he was doing it.

It certainly wasn't his fault that his face looked like something Hermione must be misreading when he thinks about Potter.

It looks like that when he thinks about the war, for Merlin's sake!

It was near midnight, and he was tossing and turning in his bed. His mind was keeping him up with thoughts about school, and Potter, and work, and Potter, and Hermione, and Potter...

So, no, he was not thinking about Potter at all.

He decided to go for a walk around the school. It always helped get his mind off things.

He grabbed a book ( a well-thumbed and dog-eared Quidditch through the Ages ), put on his shoes and went out of his room in his shirt and boxers.

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He had just found his alcove, the same one where he ate his apple, when the very same, familiar and still very unwelcome, voice said

"Well, isn't this surprising. Is a little snake lost in the middle of the night?"

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Another occupant of Hogwarts was having night troubles as well.

One Mr.Harry James Potter.

Harry lay unmoving on his bed in his room, staring at the ceiling.

What should I tell Ginny, he wondered, she is like a sister to me and like an older brother, I don't want to hurt her.

He rolled onto his side.

You've already hurt her, though. You weren't straightforward and you let her build expectations that you know you won't reach.

Harry rolled over to his other side.

Stop thinking about this!

So he did what he had done many times before. He took out the Marauder's Map.

He lit his wand quietly with a whispered Lumos.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good" He murmured, tapping his wand against the parchment.

The map slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

He watched as Hermione did her rounds as Head Girl, and Zacharias Smith as Head Boy, as he had done for many nights when he thought too much.

He watched them idly, internally mapping out where they were supposed to go in his head.

Hermione turns that way while Smith is...

He checked the map again.

Where is Smith?

There he was. Stopped in the middle of the hallway.

What are you doing...

He watched as Smith turned the corner into a hallway that wasn't included in either his or Hermione's normal rounds.

Harry forced his suspicions to back down.

It's nothing, Harry...

His feet were already climbing off the bed.

It wouldn't hurt to check...

He already stopped trying to fool himself that he wasn't going out.

He grabbed the invisibility cloak, shoved his feet into his shoes, and quietly stepped into the eighth year wing.

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This is what you get for being paranoid, he scolded himself as he followed Smith around, a healthy distance between them, Smith is probably going off to snog a forbidden girlfriend or something like that.

Then he heard Smith say

"Well, isn't this surprising. Is a little snake lost in the middle of the night?"

And saw the signature blonde hair.

Malfoy.