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12. "Is he dead?"

Harry potter sat in the great hall with his two best friends as Sophia walked in with hers.

He observed her discreetly, passing his stalking tendancies off as glancing around the room.

She sat in her usual spot, with her brother to her left and her two friends to her right. One had dark brown hair and the other a lighter shade, it almost looked like a dark orange.

Sophia's hair was styled in a high pony tail today. Her hair framed her face and her lips had a shiny gloss on them.

Draco Malfoy, his nemesis, sat directly in front of her with his group of friends.

Harry did not understand why this maddened him.

Draco and Sophia were both in Slytherin. Even if they were friends it would not be shocking. It wouldn't matter at all. In fact, it would be normal considering their families.

But what would Sophia see in his friendship? He had had a few small conversations with her over the years they attended Hogwarts together, and they were all civil and polite. Draco had been an arse the moment they met.

"Oi, what's going on in your head?" Ron's voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

Harry blinked as he was pulled back to his small corner of the world. He had been starring at her. So much for subtlety.

"Nothing," he stuttered with an embarasing guilt. "Just looking around."

"You were looking off at the distance for quite a while, Harry. Is everything all right? What were you looking at?" Hermione asked with concern.

"Or better yet," George smirked.

"Who were you looking at?" Fred finished his brothers sentence with a mirroring smirk playing on his lips.

"So, who's the lucky girl then?" Ginny, who sat beside him questioned.

"No one, I swear," Harry lied but his eyes failed him as he instinctively looked in Sophia's direction once more.

His eyes were on her again only for a second but that was all it took for his friends to look in the same direction as him.

Sitting on the Slytherin table was Sophia Rosier. She was laughing at something her brother's friend had said.

They all turned back to him.

"You're kidding," Ginnys mouth was practically scrapping the floor.

Ron cleared his throat in attempt to cover up his discomfort. But his face was turning an ugly shade of crimson.

"Harry, if what I think is happening, is happening. It better not." Hermione looked flustered. She did not know who she expected him to be looking at, but it sure as Merlins beard was not the Rosier heir.

"Bloody hell, Harry," George looked lost for words.

The group looked towards Fred in anxious anticipation.

Nothing.

His face was void of emotion. He looked down at his plate and continued to eat his waffles without saying anything to anyone.

"Fred-" Harry began.

"It's fine," Fred cut him off. Freds fork was rather forceful when it met the ceramic of his plate. He looked up at Harry, meeting his terrified eyes. "We're not together anymore. We both moved on. You should ask her to the ball. I don't mind."

Harry did not know how to answer him. It was possible he moved on and truely didn't mind him asking herm But it was also possible that he was just saying that to seem stronger about the situation.