Whatever You Want {Drarry}

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[sweet pt 2]

Harry sat comfortably with Ginny at the Gryffindor table before taking a bite of his food and looking up when Ron came in happily, dragging Hermione behind him.

"I'm starving!" he yelped before sitting down with a grin towards his friend. He reached forward and pulled a few pieces of toast and eggs onto his plate before stabbing a sausage and pouring a huge glass of orange juice.

"The foods not going anywhere yet, mate," said Harry laughing.

"Didn't get to eat dinner last night. 'Mione forced me to stay with her in the library!"

"We have to study for our OWLs, Ronald!" she squeaked slightly blushing.

"Still months away," he murmured as if they had had this discussion a million times before and Harry supposed they probably had. He doesn't remember the last time he had an argument with Ginny. Even if he felt like he really should be mad or if she said something he thought she shouldn't have.

Hermione's eyes were narrowed as she observed the Slytherin table over his shoulder.

That was another thing he noticed. They never faced the Slytherin table anymore. Not that any of the Slytherins were particularly interesting to look at, but he distinctly remembered thinking Malfoy was up to something and then...

He put two fingers up to massage his head.

Then that. Everytime he tried to think about something he felt he should remember- because why wouldn't he?- his head would start throbbing and he had to think better of it. He had thought about going to see Pompfrey, but decided it wasn't serious enough to bother her with.

"Malfoy seems different," said his bushy haired friend across from him without much preamble.

"Hmm," said Ginny not looking up. "I don't think so."

"Well you wouldn't really notice. I mean, you have a different schedule than us and you were never really around him before so..." Harry had started to ramble in what seemed like defense for the blonde git though he had no idea why. Hermione looked back at the table to stare at him confused.

"Oh, great. Now Harry is different too. Maybe it's just a wizarding bug." She turned her hand placing the back of it against Harry's forehead, checking his temperature.

Ginny looked nervous as Hermione reached her hand over and after a few seconds she smacked the hand away.

"What're you doing?!" she practically shrieked, taking a moment to compose herself. "H-he's fine. If anything's wrong then I'll handle it."

"Gin, it's okay she was just-" Ron started.

"I don't care what she was doing, Ronald, keep your girlfriend on a leash if you must. C'mon, Harry!" she stood and stared at him but he sat stock still and surprised.

"I think you need to calm down, Gin." Harry spoke softly as though even he was surprised he could think for himself. She stared at him harshly until his head hurt from the over sensory of lights and smells in the Great Hall.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked. When Ginny tried to push Hermione back again the darker girl roughened. "How about we handle this one, Ginevra. You seem like you need either a break or a detention. Take your pick."

"Y-you can't do that!" Ginny stepped back nervous before standing her ground again.

"Headgirl," she responded matter-of-factly. "I beg to differ." There was a challenging look in her eyes that sent the young female Weasley working out of the dining hall with determinedly angry strides.