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18: Drama at Hogwarts

"Leave me alone!" Harry shouts at Draco as the two enter the great hall for breakfast the second morning of the new school year at Hogwarts.
Everyone in the great hall turn to see the commotion, as it wasn't everyday that someone walked into the great hall yelling bloody murder.
Draco glares at Harry before stomping over to the Slytherin's table where Blaise and Pansy are staring at him, both wearing curious expressions. I turn and look at Harry again see that he's walking towards where Ron, Hermione and I siting wearing a sad and longing expression on his face.
"What was that all about?" Ron asks after Harry sits down next to him.
"Why does everyone feel the need to ask if I'm okay? I'm fine!" Harry exclaims, clearly annoyed by people's continued and repetitive questions about his mental health.
"Well maybe people are asking because you tried to take your own life." I say, and I want him to know that the only reason that people are asking is because they care. "We're only asking because we care about you, how do you not see that?"
"I know, I just, I just wish that you guys wouldn't ask that every time I talked to you." Harry answers sadly, moving his hands under the table.
"Well what are we supposed to do? Not ever ask how your doing? Act like nothing happened?" Hermione asks and I can tell that she's getting mad with Harry's attitude.
"No, no, never mind." Harry says, looking down at the table guilt written across his face.
Food appears onto the table and Ron is the first to dig in, as usual. But he seems to have something on his mind that he isn't telling us. I decide to let it go as no one else is bringing it up.
We eat in silence, none of us knowing what to say. I pick at my food, not wanting to eat.
"I think I'm going to end things with Draco." Harry says sadly, eyes still focused on his basically untouched plate of food.
"What? Why? I thought the two of you are happy together." Hermione says, acting as if she doesn't know of what Ron told us about the two of them this summer.
"We're just so different. I don't know, I think that I was so obsessed with him when we weren't friends my feelings morphed into something that I don't actually feel." Harry says and I can tell that it's hard for him to talk about this, the reason for that I don't know.
"Well if I think it would be best for you two is to separate, than do that. Do what you think is both of your best interests." Hermione says thoughtfully, as she seems to understand whatever situation any of us happen to be going through.
"Thank you 'Mione." Harry thanks her and I can tell that he means it.
"Is anything the matter? Ron? You're being awfully quiet." I say as I notice that my brother is being unnaturally quiet, for once in his entire life.
"No, no. Just thinking." Ron answers simply and I can tell that there's something else on his mind. "Harry, can I talk to you, in private?"
"Sure." Harry says, sounding unsure as the two get up and was towards the doors of the great hall, and I notice Draco staring at them with hurt and confusion clearly written across his normally stone expression.

~Harry Potter~

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask once Ron and I enter the corridor that is connected to the great hall.
"Why are you planning on breaking up with Malfoy?" He asks, both tone and expression scarily serious(hehe).
"Because, I though that's what you would want." I answer, as Ron and I have been secretly more than friends for a minute(Not a literal minute).
"Harry, what do you want?" He asks with a roll of his eyes as if he expected me to say that.
"I want to be with you." I say, and I can't help but inwardly groan at how cheesy that sounded. "But if you want to end things."
"No, no. I broke up with Hermione so I could be with you." He answers and I do know how much Hermione means to him.
"Well what should I do about Draco? I don't want to hurt him and have things go back to the way they were." I say as I don't want Draco to start hating me all over again.
"Do whatever you need to do." Ron says before tuning back to the great hall, where distorted voices are flooding through the closed doors. "Do you want to go back in?"
"If your ready."
"Let's go."