someone like you

{ three }

"Harry? You alright mate?" Ron asked, sitting up from his bed to get a better look at his distant friend

"What?" Harry asked shaking his head vigorously, as if the action could shake away the memories of his confusing night

"Well I was just saying how bloody unfair it is that we can't compete! I mean look what we've done already, I think these tournament tasks are just about a walk in the park for us and...you're doing it again" Ron said the last part more agitated than before, clearly impatient with Harry's lack of interest

"Doing what?" Harry snapped, he had no desire to hear Ron impractically drag on his desires to enter the tournament. Sure it would be cool, maybe....but Harry didn't particularly want to find himself facing danger voluntary as a way of entertainment for his fellow students. He'd already faced enough involuntary danger to sustain him for several lifetimes

Besides, Harry had more important matters to attend to, like why he felt so bothered seeing Cho with Cedric. He hadn't really taken a specific notice to Cho before. She was okay looking, decent at Quidditch as well but he couldn't recall ever thinking of her as attractive. Tonight however, he supposed he subconsciously had fallen for her and become possessive seeing Cedric with her....that or the other more likely option which scared him too much to admit

"You've been acting weird since we heard about this whole tournament, I mean the way back to the common room you barely said a word to me and Hermione"

"Maybe if you two stopped arguing for five minutes I'd be able to talk to you" Harry couldn't help it, the words had lingered in the back of his mind all night and Ron was beginning to get on his already agitated nerves

Harry regretted his blunt words immediately, he was in no mood to get into it with his best friend. He was tired and confused and had no desire to get even more fired up than he already was

"Oh please, you've probably just been planning how you'd sneak your way in...I bet Dumbledore's already thought of something because of course he won't be bothered to make any more exceptions for you"  Ron rolled over, turning his back away from Harry and mumbling curses under his breath

Harry felt the agitated prickling of his scar returning, it only added to his frustration with Ron

Despite Harry's well intended hopes against a fight, him and his hot head were incapable of allowing Ron to insult him like that. Harry spiked up instantly and stood over Ron's bed, glaring into the back of the ginger's head

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means" Ron spat

Harry ground his teeth together, biting back a particularly nasty retort that no doubt would extend the increasing argument

He instead inhaled deeply, using all his will to keep his voice level "Look, I'm sorry if I've been er...distant, but how can I not be? This damned dream is all I can think about and my scar is always hurting...I can't help the feeling that something is about to happen with Voldemort"

Ron's wince at the name was painfully obvious as he rolled over and looked at Harry

He knew what he'd said to Ron wasn't entirely true...but it was true enough and he didn't want to go to bed angry at Ron for something so stupid