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As we walk to the castle, I'm deep in thought. I don't know why I wanted Draco Malfoy of all people to sit with us. To try to be friends with him? I snort; that idea was ridiculous. To make peace with him? Maybe. Why did I even care? Me and Malfoy hated each other since I turned down his handshake.
"Right, Harry?" Hermione's voice brings me to reality. "Er, What?" I ask, awkwardly.
"That you and Ginny won't be together forever," Hermione says. I shrug. "Dunno. We might make it forever."
Ron smirks. "TOLD YOU! The money is as well as mine."
"Not yet," Hermione says grumpily. I chuckle. Ever since they got together, they seemed to argue more. But it was a playful argument- one that Ron usually starts. I feel someone push past me, and as I look to see who it is, I see a white-blonde person rushing away, head down. My thoughts immediately go back to Malfoy.
He seemed almost shy when he asked. He might've changed, but he's probably cooking up another idea. One for his Father. Who knows- he might be the leader of a group of people to bring Voldemort back. Or his Father. For some reason, I doubt that possibility. I remember what he looked like on the day of the Astronomy Tower. All of 6th year, really. He didn't want to follow Voldemort, but he did. No way would I put my trust in him. I shake my head, clearing all thoughts of Malfoy.
"We're back!" I grin at Hermione and Ron. "We're back at the place we belong."
We exchange an eager smile, and sit down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
Professor McGonagall makes her announcements, and the sorting begins. I forget all about Malfoy, and as I watch kids get sorted, I can't help but to realize Hogwarts is the only place I'm really happy.
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