Happiness

Part 5

Don't own this. All of it belongs to J.K. Rowling. Only the plot belongs to me. 

As the trio began to divert their attention back to their discussions, Harry Potter was left with nothing but his thoughts that were crowding his headspace. How come it always had to come to this? Why was it, that any time he took interest in something, it was stripped away from him? It had happened over the summer too. While he was in Diagon alley, he wanted to buy a special book about occlumency; but of course, Granger had to come at that time, and he did not get a chance to even peek inside it. Such simple things, but he still felt angry every time it happened. 

Someday. Someday when everything would be better and he could just be himself all the time, maybe even bring down the glamours.

Someday.

But for now, he had to be content with what he had, which wasn't much. All he had was...knowledge, magic, desire, and Ron. Being with Ron was the only time where he could be free. He knew that the Ron wouldn't mind it – almost anything he did, as long as it was safe, he didn't mind. In fact, he encouraged this! He smiled a little at the memories of them. Harry wasn't afraid to admit that Ron was his whole life. 

Without him, Harry knew he would have died already.

"What's got you all smiley, Potter?" Malfoy snarled, "You're thinking about snogging the Weaslette, aren't you?" 

It shook Harry out of his thoughts. He suppressed the urge to laugh out loud. Unfortunately, he couldn't do the same for the wince on his face at a sight of him snogging an attention-seeking, miniature but advanced version of a banshee. Thinking about this, he was reminded of Hermione – another Walmart version of a banshee – and grew angry at the thought of spending more of his precious time with a bunch of people who stuck to his mortal enemy like glue. He grew even angrier at the thought of people worshipping that fool, and literally praying to the damn floor he was walking on!

"What? Angry at me for interrupting your daydream?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"Eww! That's disgusting! I don't even want to touch that Walmart banshee – I mean Ginny – much less would I like to kiss her!" he exclaimed, only half lying. He actually didn't even want to see her. 

"Well...for once, I agree with you Potter..." Pansy muttered.

Blaise chuckled. "Never woulda thought that you had the same opinions as us Potter!"

Meanwhile, Draco growled. His friends weren't supposed to agree with Potter, but...for this once. Potter had a point afterall. 

"Well–Well, I guess he is right about one thing," he admitted. "But its a one-time thing!" he quickly added.

Everyone chuckled.

All this while, Harry could only think about how strange he felt inside. It wasn't a bad thing–no! As a matter of fact, he felt all bubbly inside and content. No, the right word for this would have to be 'happy.' And he hadn't felt that in a long time. It made his eyes water with joy knowing that there actually were people–even though it was his supposed enemy–who agreed with him, and wanted to have a rational conversation with him. It was always something about Voldemort, or the boy-who-lived...Harry couldn't remember the last he had had such a normal talk with someone. The idea that his enemies were the ones who made him feel like this was simply absurd. It made him smile a little bit and a tear of joy dropped down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying? Did we say something wrong?" Pansy rushed out, alarmed.

He quickly rubbed his eyes bare of any tears and wiped his stained cheeks, removing any sign of crying there might have been.