Harry's POV
Lately Hermione and Ron had been avoiding me.
Or so I felt.
But maybe I was just being too needy with their attention and input.
It- it just felt different.
The scales were unbalanced and I felt like I was being left behind.
You see... In the beginning... Mione, Ron, & I would walk to breakfast, class, actually... We would always be together.
ALWAYS.
We were notorious for getting in trouble together.
For crying out loud, we're the golden trio!
I sighed to myself and began to bite my thumbnail.
My lungs released the breath I had been lazily holding as I glanced up at the library ceiling.
At least they promised to hang out with me in two hours.
It's a wonder on how I've been keeping up with time so effortlessly...
I don't even know what we plan on doing.
I just- I guess we'll just walk around and talk or- WHY ARE THINGS SO AWKWARD!?!?
I was making myself so drowsy trying to think about everything.
I don't know how Mione managed to do this much thinking... But then again... When you put your heart where your brain is and tell it to do a different job... Things do tend to get chaotic.
But that's not how friendships work anyways. Right? You don't have to make appointments to hang out! You just hang out... And have fun. Just like the good old days.
I groaned and rested my head in my hands, drawing small circles with my thumb over my scar. Come on Potter. Things weren't made to be this complex... You're making things that complex.
I decided that getting some sleep before the meet up would do me some good.
After packing up, I quickly scurried back to the giant painting of the fat lady at the Gryffindor entrance and smiled. "Quid Agis." I stated firmly and she flew open, granting me entrance.
I walked in and sighed, not paying much attention to the other Gryffindors chattering quietly near the fire place.
"Oh hi Harry!"
I smiled at Neville. "Hey, Neville."
The brunette grinned awkwardly at me. "What are you up to?"
"Oh I'm about to go take a nap."
"Oh. Okay! See you later then."
Ginny stood up abruptly with wide eyes as I approached the stairs, but I didn't think anything of it.
I jogged up the stairs and opened the door to my shared room.
Seconds after witnessing Ronald fucking Hermione on my bed, someone tackled me from the side.
My eyes widened at the girl on top of me. "Harry! WHY DID YOU OPEN THE DOOR!?!?"
"N-no one told me not to." I grunted under Ginerva. She paled instantly and ran away.
I looked at the couple who were currently frozen and hiding their parts under my blankets.
They were doing it in my bed.
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Toothpaste (DracoxHarry)
Fanfiction(This was originally The Hat Reject) It all started with a hat...and a tube of toothpaste.