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Hi Harry. Just so you know I still hate you, but you’re my intended life partner, so can you hurry and reject me because I want to die because Voldemort just announced that he’s gay and wants to be my bride.

Draco shuddered. Yeah, if he ever wanted to commit suicide, that would definitely be the way to go. Now all he had to do was pray that Harry didn’t figure it out, or if Harry did figure it out (more like if Granger ever figured it out) that Harry had enough common sense to avoid him at all costs.

Yes, that was all…and then there was that little fact that he had to start controlling his emotions more now, just to make sure he didn’t go mental when someone tried to hurt Harry…like sending a bludger at him in the Saturday Quidditch match this week…oh damn it all!

Chapter 7: As the Truth is Dragged Out

Ron and Hermione sat in stunned silence as Harry’s tirade finished. Ron was the first to recover, turning to Hermione looking puzzled.

“Hermione…is it even possible to have a pink aura?”

Hermione frowned. “Yes, I suppose anything’s possible.”

“Guys, the strange conversation Malfoy started coming back up to the castle is not the point here,” Harry groaned, falling back on to the conveniently placed couch. “Why in Merlin’s name did Malfoy help me?”

“I don’t know Harry-” Hermione started.

“Probably wants something in return.” Ron muttered.

“—And before I was interrupted!” Hermione gave Ron a pointed look and Ron smiled sheepishly, “I was going to say not to dwell on it. You shouldn’t be complaining that he stepped in after all. It’s better in the long run for you.”

“He didn’t demand anything in return right?” Ron asked sharply.

“No. All he said afterwards was that thing about the aura. Then he said nothing. We walked back to the school and he took the potions’ stuff and left.”

“Maybe he doesn’t realize why he did what he did,” Hermione spoke thoughtfully, and then yawned.

Harry grimaced. “Sorry I woke you guys up.” He realized that dragging his friends out of bed (Ron literally from his bed and Hermione by yelling up at the girl’s dorm) might not have been the nicest thing to do, but he’d been freaked.

“Don’t worry about it. I would have done the same thing,” Ron admitted. “Well, let’s go to bed and think on it in the morning.”

“Good idea,” Hermione agreed, then pulled Ron back as Harry walked into the dorm. “I need to talk to you. Wait until Harry falls asleep, then come back down.”

Ron nodded, not waiting to ask why. Hermione would explain it later as she always did.

Ron came back down to see Hermione sitting on a chair with a book in her hands. “What’s up?”