Right in Front of Me

complicated

And you're talking to me one on one,
but you become somebody else 'round everyone else.
You're watching your back like you can't relax.
You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me.
Tell me, why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated.

Sadly the bliss of the holiday was over and they were back at Hogwarts. Normally Harry didn't mind being at school but he felt so distracted because of The Draco Thing.

"Just ignore it, man. That's what he's doing to you." Ron said. They were sitting in the common room working on an assignment from Snape's class. And by working on an assignment, it was Hermione studying and making an outline while Harry and Ron were talking.

"But... I can't ignore it. Clearly something is wrong. I mean, don't you care?" Harry asked. Ron had been super angry about the whole thing. Of course Harry and Nev were too, but not quite as angry as Ron is.

"If he's gonna be a prick like this? Fuck him."

"Kinda... harsh. Don't you think?"

"Harry! Are you kidding me? I mean he's being a giant fucking prick and you're still standing up for him? You're, like, so in love with him that if he came to us now and just acted like nothing happened you'd go along with it, wouldn't you?" Ron said, not yelling but close to it.

"I... what the hell? No... I- of course not! I'm pissed too I just-."

"You're just in love with him."

"I am not in love with him, Ron. I mean... obviously I have some... feelings. But I mean I wouldn't let him off the hook but I mean... clearly something is going on with him, probably something with his dad!"

"H, you cried to me for like 5 days in a row about him blowing you off after you told him about your feelings. You told him you liked him in a queer way and he ran off and hasn't spoken to you since. Like... that's the biggest, most prick-iest thing he's ever done and probably will ever do. And then, on top of that shit, he's ignoring me, Nev and Hermione too? I mean... that's such garbage! And... of course I would want to help him if something is going on but I mean... gods. Have some fucking self respect and be a little more pissed off." He stared at Harry for a few seconds before turning on his heel and heading up to their dorm.

"What... I mean, what the fuck is that about?" He said to Hermione. She looked at him with that all knowing Hermione look and sighed.

"He's angry for you. I mean, he's angry for himself and for Neville too. But he's specifically angry for you and he's angry at you for not being angry because he thinks that that means that you don't care enough about yourself to think that you deserve to be angry." She looked back down at her book as if she didn't just say the most confusing thing Harry had ever heard. He shook his head and stood up.

"I'm... uh... I'm gonna go. I have to meet Blaise."

He appreciated where Ron was coming from, but he didn't think he was being completely pathetic or anything. I mean, it's not like he's not mad at Draco... of course he is. And he wouldn't just up and accept any shit apology he would give, if he ever did. It would have to be a really good apology with a really good explanation. He would want a valid excuse... that didn't make him pathetic... right? He got to the corridor that him and Blaise were supposed to meet at, but he wasn't there. Harry checked the map and couldn't find his name anywhere. He checked around at a couple of their other usual places in case maybe Harry got the spot mixed up, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. The last place he checked was the library. He saw Cedric and Tyler sitting at a table in the middle.