Harry sat in his usual place at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, eating his breakfast as any normal human being would - tired and depraved of energy. Ron sat across from him, a troubled look on his face and two hefty pieces of toast sticking out of his mouth. He swallowed, and spoke.
"Must've been a rough night, eh Harry?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. That nightmare sure gave me the scare. I'll get some sleep later tonight." He tried not to think of what actually had happened the previous eve. She was truly splendid in every way. She was different in every room, which only added more things Harry desired to know of her.
"Yeah? I suppose so. We might have a free block during the day...which reminds me, I'm not looking forward to double Potions with Snape." He made a face. Harry nodded in agreement, but ironically felt otherwise. Typically, extra Snape was dreadful. But with the excitement of seeing her in that place again...she was even better in concrete.
But he couldn't let them know. No one could know of his secret affliction. If they did, everyone would label him as a freak. Well, even more than before.
"...rry? Harry?" Harry blinked, coming back to reality.
"You're really out of it today, mate. You sure you're alright?"
"Course. Just sleepy."
Harry's heart pounded to the same rhythm his feet made on the floor. A steady click click click had him almost running to the Potions classroom. But of course he couldn't run. He had to hang back at least a little and enter the room with the crowd. He was ready to hear that soothing sound again...
Clop.
There it was. His favourite part of her. The quiet, yet prominent tone of his feet against her cement surface.
He sat in his usual spot, finally feeling satisfied for that day.
"What's got you so chipper?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh, nothing." he said. "Just in a good mood for some reason."
"Mmm." She stared at him for a moment, but soon dropped her gaze to her book.
Harry began to tap his foot lightly on the floor, scribbling in his notebook as he did so. But this happiness wasn't available to him for long, unfortunately.
"Mr. Potter," Snape drawled. "If you would kindly stop tapping your foot."
He stopped, a little disheartened.
"I don't know what you're up to, Potter. But I know you're hiding something big." Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
"You're one to talk," Harry scoffed. "If I were you, I'd watch my back."
Malfoy gritted his teeth, but swiftly turned on the spot and left. Harry unclenched his fist, not realizing it had been so tight in the first place. That was close. Or, was it? He couldn't be sure with Malfoy. But if he knew something - anything about his love...that would mean trouble.
But he couldn't know a thing at all, Harry had always made sure that he was completely alone when he went on outings with her. Perhaps he was just bluffing to make Harry feel on edge.
God, he hated Malfoy. But then again, who didn't?
Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. He shouldn't think too hard about this, it would only make things worse. He made his was back to the Gryffindor common room, focusing on the sound his feet made as they clicked against her.
After a few minutes of this, Harry had calmed down enough to remember the password to Gryffindor Tower.
"Fizzing Whizzbees." Harry spoke to the Fat Lady, who swung open to reveal the warm air of the common room.
He sat in his favourite armchair, savouring the comfort and relaxation that it withheld. He decided that he would stay here for a while, every now and again glancing at her, smiling to himself.
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