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April sat in the in front of the fireplace thinking about the dream that startled her awake that morning. But she couldn’t make sense of it. When she could hear the noise of students waking up she decided to walk down to the Great Hall.

She sat in silence reading her potions book, flipping the pages slowly. As she sat in silence students began to enter, rubbing their eyes to wake them up. Many of the boys didn’t bother to brush their hair or keeping their uniform cleanly put together this morning, but one boy in particular was very well kept, considering it was so early in the morning. His blonde hair was neatly swept back and his tie was clean and straight.

He walked in proudly, his head held high. Walking straight passed April to sit at the Slytherin table. He sat quickly and filled his plate with food. She turned back to her table to see Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in front of her.

“Why are you watching him so closely?” Harry asked.

“Does it matter?” April replied quickly, “I’m still sitting with you.”

Harry fell silent and began to fill his plate. Ron had his plate filled already and was filling his mouth, eating quickly. April could tell that he just wanted to leave. She grabbed some toast and turned to Harry.

“What day are you going to set the Quidditch tryouts?” she asked.

“Oh, er,” he obviously hadn’t thought of that yet.

“Well just let me know when you do,” she told him, “I was thinking of coming to watch.”

“That would be great,” Harry said.

“No it wouldn’t,” Ron said through his mouthful of food.

Harry and Hermione looked at him in surprise, April, however, was not surprised.

“Why shouldn’t she come?” Harry asked.

Ron said nothing. He must have known he said too much. He knew that Harry and April were friends and that he should just keep his mouth shut. But he couldn’t help it.

“Why shouldn’t she come to watch?” Harry asked again.

“Never mind,” he said as he turned back to his food.

“Look, Harry,” April said standing up, “maybe I should just go.”

She stepped away from the trio sitting at the table and began to walk toward the Slytherin table. Draco was sitting with one arm rested on the table and the Daily Prophet spread across the table in front of him.

When April sat down he tore his eyes away from the paper and they found their way to her. He could tell she was upset, but he was never the comforting kind of person. So he said nothing. A tear fell from her eye, and she turned toward him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

She sat in silence for a few moments before answering his question, “Ron said…”

“Why do you care what Ron said?” he asked quickly before she could finish her sentence.

“It’s just that…” she said quietly as she pulled her hands up to her face, “he thinks I tell you everything about them.”

“You don’t tell me anything about them,” he said.

“I know,” she told him, “that is what I told him. But he thinks that I tell you everything they tell me. But I don’t. And then Harry keeps trying to get information about you and Voldemort.”

“What do you tell him?”

“The same thing I would tell you if you asked about him.”

“And that would be?”

She stood up and began to walk toward the entrance hall. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back toward him. She looked up at him before pulling her hand from his grip.

“Don’t do that,” she said loudly before turning and leaving the Great Hall, she was soon out on the front lawn of the school. She walked as quickly as she could toward the lake, with all intentions of jumping in and letting the giant squid pull her under.

Her plan was spoiled quickly though when a thoroughly angry Draco came up from behind her, grabbing her waist and spinning her around to face her. She pounded her fists as hard as she could against his chest, screaming loudly.

“Let go of me!” she screamed, but he didn’t. He stood strong holding her in his arms, letting her get all of her anger out, “let go! Let go! LET GO!”

After a few more minutes she grew tired and just leaned on his chest, breathing very heavy. They stood for a few minutes before she pulled back and looked up at him.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked.

She wasn’t used to this. He never seemed to care about her problems. He normally never wanted to hear her talk about Harry and his friends.

“Yeah,” she said softly before leading him to a tree by the lake.

They sat under the branches for a few moments before either of them said anything.

“What happened?”

“Well it started last night,” she told him, “Ron thought that I was sneaking around the castle with you, telling you all about them. And so I told him that even if he doesn’t trust me he should at least stop accusing me of things he doesn’t know…” she paused for a minute, thinking about the dream she had that night before continuing, “then this morning I was talking to Harry about the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts, and Ron basically told me not to go.”

“April,” Draco said calmly, “I don’t really know what you expected. He is just a stupid weasel.”

April smiled and laughed. She looked up at him. His face quickly went blank.

“Were you smiling?” she asked him.

“W-What? No,” he said quickly before standing up.

“Yes you were,” she said as she stood up and stepped toward him, laughing a little at his childish reaction, “you were smiling.”

The bell rang out and he quickly turned toward the castle, walking briskly toward the doors. She ran to catch up to him.

“Draco,” she said when she was close behind him.

“I have to go to class,” he said before leaving her alone in the entrance hall.

She stopped and watched him leave. She was starting to get used to that already. He seemed to walk away from her a lot since they started this year. She knew he was keeping a big secret from her. Now she was certain of it. She just didn’t know what it was, but she was determined to find out what it was.

She decided she would go to the library and read a little more about potions since it was her free period and all of her friends were in classes. After a few hours she decided to check out a few books to read. The bell rang out and she made her way to the Great Hall for lunch. She sat with Draco, because she was still mad at Ron. They ate in silence. Lunch ended quickly and Transfiguration went by very slowly. And after successfully transfiguring the color of their hair before changing it back, the students went to drop their bags in their dorms before dinner.

April sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table but didn’t say any-thing, fearing that Ron would say something to her again. Dumbledore stood up at the end of dinner and held his hands up for silence. After a few moments the students voiced died off and he began to speak.

“I hope you have had a lovely couple of days,” he said cheerfully, “Now off you go.”

“Really that’s all he had to say?” Ron said pushing his plate away from him as he stood up.

April didn’t stand. And when Harry realized she wasn’t moving he told Hermione and Ron to meet him in the common room before class. Hermione agreed and had to pull Ron from the table. Once they had left the Great Hall, Harry turned to April.

“Are you ok?” he asked, “You seem a bit quiet.”

April took a deep breath before standing up and making her way toward the door.

“April,” Harry said as he ran to her side.

He grabbed her hand and she quickly looked at their hands before looking up at him. He let go, but he stepped closer to her.

“You can talk to me,” he told her, “I knew you before any of this, and before I knew any of them. You were my first friend. I owe it to you to be nicer. I know I haven’t been, but I will try. I know that I have been a little nosier about you and Draco, but if you knew what I was going through you would understand why I am. I know I should let you have your own friends, but I’m still not used to it.”

“Harry,” she said quickly, “it isn’t that. The reason I am upset right now isn’t because of you.”

“Oh,” he said looking down at his feet.

“It’s Ron,” she told him, “not just what he said this morning, but what he said to me last night.”

“What?” he was clearly confused about this, “what did he say?”

“He thought that I was sneaking around the castle telling Draco everything I know about you and the Order,” she turned her back to him, “I don’t understand why he thinks like that. You know I don’t tell him everything, right?”

She turned back to him, looking up into his eyes. She wanted to know he trusted her. He took a deep breath and grabbed her hands.

“I know you don’t, April,” he said pulling her into a hug, “and I don’t want you to ever think that I do.”

She smiled as he held her there. He pulled away from her slowly and motioned to the doors. They walked up to the common room where Hermione and Ron were sitting by the fire.

“I’ll talk to him,” he said to April before they reached Hermione and Ron.

“Thanks,” April said, “I’m going to get my bag.”

She quickly ran up the stairs to the girl’s dorms. She picked her bag up and took her Transfiguration book out, throwing it onto her bed. She grabbed her Charms book from her trunk and ran back to the common room.

“No!” Ron yelled, “Why are you taking her side on this?”

“Ron,” Harry said calmly, “I’m not taking her side. I just don’t want two of my best friends to not be on speaking terms.”

Ron stood in silence mouth hung open, lacking words to say. April looked around the common room and many students had their eyes on the two boys yelling, a few shifted their eyes to April when they realized she had entered.

Harry turned toward her when he realized that many of the students had become very quiet and were all looking toward the girl’s dorms. She began to feel quite uncomfortable with everyone staring at her.

“Shall we go to class?” Harry said awkwardly to April.

Ron just stood staring at Harry as he left the common room with April. April could tell that Harry was upset with Ron for saying what he did.

After taking their seats in Charms class, Hermione sitting between Harry and Ron, Flitwick began class with a review. He wrote a list of all the charms he wanted them to review and in groups of two they began reviewing. Harry had paired with April.

Harry sat silent for half the lesson before he spoke, but she had been concentrating on the levitation charm and didn’t hear what he had said.

“What?” April asked.

“Sorry about Ron,” he said again, “when he gets an idea in his head it is hard for him to change his mind.”

“It’s ok Harry,” she told him as he started to levitate the apple in front of him.

“You know you have gotten to be a very good wizard,” she said as he let the apple rest on the table, “well, you have always been good, but I mean you have gotten better with your studies. The only thing I can’t figure out is how you made that potion yesterday.”

“I just followed the directions,” he said looking away from her.

“Harry, I made a perfect potion and I didn’t follow the book,” she said as she started to work on a summoning charm, causing a nearby book to fly into her open hand.

“What is wrong with being good at something for once?”

“It’s just that you couldn’t have produced that potion if you followed that book.”

“Ok, so there were some tips written into the book I was using, big deal.”

The bell rung out and the students gathered their things quickly exiting after Flitwick informed them of the list they had to make for their homework of charms in the first chapter of their book with a description of each one. She left the classroom, one of the last ones out. After exiting she realized who was walking behind her. She turned to face the boy but neither said anything for a few moments.

“What?” he said suddenly.

“I just turned around,” she said quietly, “why are you so tense this year. We have barely been back at school and you have been so different. I wish I knew what was going on so I could help you.”

“You can’t help me,” he said as he turned to leave.

“Draco!” she yelled as she followed him down the corridor, “if something is bothering you, you can talk to me. I want to help you and the only way I can is if you tell me what is going on. If it is about Voldemort-”

“I don’t want you to get involved with his schemes,” he said softly, “I won’t be able to forgive myself if something goes wrong.”

He quickly left her standing alone before she could follow him.

AN: Please let me know what you think of this chapter. It was my favorite to write so far.

Piper Weasley

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