Redemption | Drarry (Old version. Incomplete)

Chapter 19: Hidden Knowledge (Edited)

The sun had just risen, but not the students, at least some of them. Harry sat up in his bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he listened closely to the steady breathing of Dean, creepy yes, but careful.

He clearly was not going to wake up anytime soon, so Harry took this time to use the bathroom. Washing off the filth he collected while he was asleep.

When he had gotten out Dean had just woken up. With a towel around his waist, Harry made his way to his bed to get his clothes from the trunk by the foot of it.

Since he made a move to go to the bathroom, Harry took this as an opportunity to change. By the time he was done, Dean was gathering his clothes, but Harry didn't have time for meaningless chatter, so he went done for breakfast.

It wasn't like him to wake up early on a Saturday, but there is always time for change, plus Harry had things to do.

When he made it to the Great Hall, the only Gryffindors at the table were him, Hermione, Fred, George, Lavender, Colin and a few others.

He took a seat beside Collin, which meant he was facing Hermione. "Morning." She mumbled, clearly frustrated with something. Before Harry could ask Fred and George interrupted.

"Good morning Hadrian-" Fred greeted.

"-what brings you-" George continued.

"-by so early?" Fred finished.

Harry wanted to be polite and give a simple good morning before ignoring them for the rest of the day, but his curiosity was pushing him.

"What are you two even doing here? Didn't you leave?" Harry felt bad that he had forgotten what they said they were here for, but his mind was just nev3r focused on one thing now a days.

"As it turns out, we need to have license in potion making and herbology in order to run the joke shop, since it requires a lot of experimentation." Fred calmly answered as he put toast on his plate.

"What a bunch of bullocks." George scoffed.

Hermione peeked up at them from a book she was reading, "Weren't you two going to get expelled anyway if you didn't drop out? How come you were allowed back?"

Now, that was a question worth asking. The twins exchanged a look Harry couldn't catch, but it didn't exactly send his body into alert. Because, what weren't those two up to?

"Mum talked with Dumbledore about it. Plus-" George started.

"-that pink toad isn't here anymore to say otherwise." Fred ended with a mouthful of bacon, which Hermione looked at with irritation. She was probably thinking that's why Ron had those messy eating habits.

Harry-not caring about the topic anymore-quickly finished his breakfast. He stalked toward the doors of the Great Hall almost bumping into Malfoy in the process.

Malfoy just looked at him in shock at the scare he had just received, before his expressing relaxed into one of neutrality, "Potter." He spat.

"Malfoy." Harry returned.

Their greeting, although brief, had a very deep meaning. Something they both had to talk about soon, but wouldn't commit to actually trying.

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On his way to the library, a couple of his teammates stopped him to ask if he would join them on the pitch, but he had to decline even if the offer was tempting, after all, he had to know who was following him.

He took a detour through the library, which was sure to throw them off, because why would he go to the Library willingly if not with Hermione Granger? He went to the restricted area and hid between one of the crooks of the shelves.