The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

Barefoot (Harry)

"Harry, what did Snape want?" asked Hermione, as I walked back to the common room, full of what he had said to me. 

"He basically confirmed it. Said we should stick close to him. Also that he knew that it was us who stole from him. And he wasn't particularly bothered about it- he must be concerned." I decided not to tell them about his own marks, thinking this was his buisness and not ours, however much of a git he was.

"What do you mean "stick close to him?" What, actually follow him, or befriend him, because if so, he's finally gone crazy."

"Ron!" Hermione sighed. "If he wants our help, and Snape asked us, we'd better do it. Lay aside your problems with him."

"But he may be a Deatheater Hermione!" exclaimed Ron, as if she'd gone mad. "And all the shit he's given us over the past years! I'm sorry, but I can't ignore all that. Fred and George will never speak to me again, nor dad come to think of it."

"You have to Ron!" I snapped. "He needs support, so we've got to forget our past. If we can, he will. Besides, you talk of your family, but what does he have in the way of that? A murderous aunt, a cowardly mum and a dad who scares the living daylights out of him- you know what his boggart is. I mean, he's met dementors, dragons, even Voldemort himself, and yet his biggest fear is his own dad. Imagine if that's what you felt like!" He wavered slightly, thinking of his overly protective and very ginger family.

"Alright, fine. But any funny business, and I'm out, understand?" We nodded reluctantly, and I studdied the map to try and find where he was. "If he's going to be your new best mate, don't you think you ought to stop stalking him on that old thing?"

"I stalk everyone on it, regardless of friendship status" I grinned, scanning the corridors. I couldn't find him anywhere, even with the help of perfect-sighted Ron, who's eyes had not been ruined by books or dodgey genetics over the past years. Was he in the room of requirement, or was he not even in Hogwarts anymore, having used one of the seven secret passage ways out to Hogsmeade? There was no way of finding out now, so I folded up the map, tapped it, and whispered "Mischief managed". I turned to Ron. "I don't care what he did. I just want to make sure he's ok."

He raised his pale eyebrows. "Are you sure that you don't fancy him Harry? We'd be one hundred percent ok with it if you were."

I rolled my eyes in return. "Ok, you would not be one hundred percent ok with it Ginger, I know you hate him. And besides, just because I'm bi, it dosen't mean I want to bang everyone I see in a twenty mile radius." Ron laughed, and Fred and George came over, jumping either side of Ron so he was sandwiched between the two.

"Hello ladies" said George, leaning heavily over his younger brother to unneccesarily ruffle my hair. " What are you lot up to?"

"Harry's stalking Malfoy on the map again. He's got a crush on him."

"Oh, I didn't know you were gay" said George mildly, smiling and getting ready to be the supportive adoptive big brother.

I blushed heavily. "I don't fancy him... and I'm bi, not gay. I like girls and boys. Remember Cho?" They nodded, not thinking much more of it, and helped scan the map for him. 

"Look, there he is, he's going down from Trelawney's room" said Fred, pointing at the name "Draco malfoy" wandering down the spiral staircase.

"Divination? But he hasn't got that again today!" exclaimed Hermione, leaning in to see for herself. "What's he doing down there?"

"I don't know" I replied, watching him cross the fith floor corridor, descend down each staircase, and return to his dormitory. "Maybe he's talking to Trelawney? He's one of her favourite students."