Enemies with benifits..Or more

• Why? •

(Crappy Chapter.)  Truly sorry but try to enjoy, it gets better half way through.

Harry POV

        Luna started something.  People seem to notice her more than I think they realize, like when she come to classes with her robes covered in paint or sits at any table other than Ravenclaw.  There are several colors spread around the table, Griffendor, it full of reds and yellows with a blue here and there.  Hufflepuff is almost completely blue with hints of green, like the ocean.  While Ravenclaws table has been abandoned by anyone not reading or studying and Slytherin has speckles of yellow amongst it. 

         Luna has a way of catching students ears, like when she talks about her mystical and magical creatures. Or brings up the war for no reason, specifically when she calls Voldemort by his name.  Even though the war is over students and professors still seem terrified to do so.

         "Harry?" She whispered to me.

        I glanced at her then leaned closer as to say I'm listening.  She scooted a bit toward me and cupped my ear bringing her mouthed close. I watched from the corner of my eye as she did so.

      "Your staring at the Slytherin table." She stated, I quickly pulled away looking here in the eyes.

       "What?" I spoke quieter than intended.

       She chuckled, "your staring at ye Slytherin table. Over there."  She pointed to where Draco normally sits.

        I'd been lost in my thoughts it's odd to realize my mind was on something else.  Draco.   How do you do that, think about on thing and subconsciously think about another.

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Honestly it felt like the day was in seconds. One- I'm at breakfast. Two- potions. Three- charms. Four- Lunch. Five- Alchemy. Six- divination. Seven- Defense of the dark arts. Nine- dinner. Ten- shower.

"Hey mate. Come on your turn to shower. Or Neville will take forever."

Ron's voice surprises me. I'd been laying on my bed staring up at the roof. My red blanket covering my bed a little unmade where my legs lay over the edge. My towel and folded pajama pants lay next to me. Glasses in hand and wand on my pillow. I sit up pushing my glasses back onto my face.

"Yeah- I'm up. Sorry." My voice is scratchy and deeper then normal.

Ron stops me from walking to the bathroom by easily moving in front of me. "You okay?" He asks.

I nod not totally paying attention till Ron pats my shoulder and speaks again. "He'll be okay."

I look to Ron confused. He's saying Draco will be alright. Ron hates Draco though why would he care. I nod decided to just shower and go to bed. Once I'm done there should be enough time to visit him again. Wait- I stop walking at the door- I'm not doing that anymore.

What if he's awake? What if he hates me? What if he wants me dead, or to do the same I did to him?

I place my hand on the door pushing it open and walking in. I shove the door closed tossing my clothes and towel onto the counter as I lean back against the door closing it. Hearing the satisfying click as it does. My knees give out and I drop to the floor. It's not like he's dead, or that we're in a war. I have no trouble and problems right know.