Five Days

Chapter Two

Day Two - amazingly, finding a friend

Harry had been so polite the next morning I couldn't believe my ears. Apparently, he had forgiven my "friends are good" and decided to remember me for the other aspects of our conversation. Which was great, because it made me see I could still talk to him.

And now, as they entered the Great Hall, we all could see Ron and Hermione together didn't end his problems. Although they were not arguing over his head anymore, they were so sweet it was sickening.

And, of course, there was the "lunch argument." Every lunchtime, they would argue about something - anything. Today was about Muggle Studies - if she didn't take it, she would have more time for him, and if he didn't accept her doing what she wanted to do, maybe their relationship would never work and yadda yadda yadda.

I could see Harry was tired of this already, as he was trying to calm them down and they wouldn't even listen to him. He rolled his eyes and looked around him - to catch me staring at him.

Luckily he smiled and moved closer to me until he was sitting right beside me. "Do you mind?"

I shook my head, not sure of what to say.

"They are starting to get on my nerves..."

I smiled at him, watching him struggle with his chicken, as his hands trembled. Boy, was it possible that being around them was that insufferable?

"I'm starting to regret giving Hermione that deep advice," I joked, a small smile on my face.

He stared at me for a moment and then laughed; I could tell he had sensed there was more than one kind of irony in my words, but he was too polite to say anything.

Unfortunately, I was too stupid to leave it there.

"I mean, I never said those things to Hermione," I stated, staring at my chicken. "I just said: 'talk to him. He feels the same about you, so just tell him and everything will be fine.' Well, that wasn't what I said either, but it happened almost three months ago, I don't remember the exact words, but there was not much more to it..."

So I finally stopped talking to find him watching me attentively. I held my breath, regretting my babbling for several minutes until he said, "Yes, that sounds more like you."

I froze for a moment. His tone had been so soft I didn't know what to say.

I stared at my plate instead, avoiding his eyes. But what was I doing? That was a time as good as any; no one was paying attention to us, and all I had to do was say...

"Harry?" I called resolutely.

He looked at me again, but then another commotion interrupted me. Again, Parvati was laughing loudly and talking excitedly to her friend and now her sister. "She's always doing that!" I exclaimed, not realizing it had come out loud.

Then I heard Harry's soft laugh beside me and felt my face burn with embarrassment.

"You should see them in Divination," he told me, his voice low. "They giggle at anything. It seems they know what's going to happen to anyone until the end of time since they became Trelawney's pets."

I stared at him, amazed by his words. And then I saw. That smile was there again, and it wasn't because he was hypnotized by their beauty, or anything. He was actually mocking them. "How can anyone be that shallow?"

I smiled wildly at his comment, feeling so relieved he felt exactly like I did.

Then he waved goodbye and left for his classes, leaving me very happy for just having one more memory of him to keep.

Life was great.