A Slytherin's Mate?

Fearing A Roommate

(Harry's POV)

I walked up to the portrait in a surprisingly good mood and gave it the password. Once inside I looked around and sighed, Draco was not back yet. This surprised me a little because he was always the first one back.

I take another glance around and see the fire was still going. It illuminated the room in a comforting way. I set my books down on my desk and then sit down. I lean back against the cushions and close my eyes.

My mind wandered as I relaxed and my arm draped over the armrest and over the table. I felt the tips of my fingers brush a soft book. My eyes opened and glanced at it. My brows furrow as I pick up the book.

It was a lovely shade of emerald green with a silver globe in the middle. My fingers went to the ribbon holding it closed and I started to unwind it.

I opened up to the first page and see it was a potions journal. It was Draco's... His calligraphy was amazing, compared to mine, and his notes were fascinatingly detailed.

I skim through a few of the pages but stop when a bookmark falls a little from one. I was about to open to the page when I heard the portrait swing away and heavy footsteps came towards me.

Draco was back...

Draco stopped at the entrance of the room and glares at me before his eyes fall onto the book in my hands. Anger seemed to flare into his eyes like fire as he stamped over to me. He wrenched the book out of my hands and threw it onto the table.

"What the bloody hell gave you the idea that you could go through my journal?"

His voice had deepened in anger and a low growl was leaving his body. Wait growl? I didn't have time to dwell on the thought because he was getting closer to me. My body naturally moved away and a small whimper left me.

"I-I just found it sitting there and..."

"And that gave you the idea to rummage through it to see what you could find?"

A gulp left me and a smirk appeared on his lips. He knew I was afraid.

"Look at that... the young hero is afraid of something."

His smirk disappeared rather quickly before he stood and walked away. He grabbed his book and went into the bedroom.

I finally let go of the breath I was holding and I shakily get up. Maybe a trip to visit my friends will help.

I left my, our room and walked down to the third floor where Ron's room was located. As my mind wondered, I rounded a corner and ran into him.

"Bloody hell Harry! You scared me."

Ron smiled and gave me a side hug before walking with me towards Hagrid's.

We talked a little about what was going on as we made our way out. I found out his brother had gone back to work and the shop was doing great. Also everything seemed to be going well with the Weasleys.

Ron and I head down the stone path and make our way towards Hagrid's hut.

"So where is Hermione?"

"She stayed back to study. As usual. You know, that is one of my favorite traits about her. She is always ahead of us. In the learning department of course."

We walk up to Hagrid's door and I knock. The door swings open and a large man with a shaggy beard pears down at me. He smiles widely before moving out of the way for Ron and I. Ron sat down on a stool as Hagrid took a teapot off the fire. Fang barked and waddled over to Ron where he rested his giant head on his lap and drooled.

"Harry! It's a pleasure to see yah again. I'd thought yah had forgot'n 'bout me this last week of school."

I smiled and sat down on Hagrid's new-ish sofa. I did miss this dearly.

"Sorry. School seems to have... dragged me away. Besides, I could never forget about you! You came to me on my 11th birthday and gave me my letter."

Hagrid smiled and poured a couple of cups of coffee for us before sitting down.

"Now that yah mention it... It'd be silly if you had forgot'n me."

Suddenly the smile seemed to drain from Hagrid's face as he looked me over. He lent forward and squinted his eyes before sighing a little heavily.

"Blimey Harry... You have lost a good 'mount of your muscle since yah last came. What is wrong boy?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and avoided eye contact with him. I wasn't surprised he noticed. In fact, a lot of people had. I had lost some weight because I had not been eating properly. I couldn't. The war still plagued my mind every day and I blamed it all on myself.

"Sorry. I just can't seem to get over..."

"Yah... neither can I..."