Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

I've reached a lot of the sixth year material in both charms and transfiguration,' Harry began hesitantly, very aware that Hermione might not appreciate being outstripped.

'Thats amazing, Harry,' she gasped, then lowered her embarrassedly. 'That's incredible,' she said in a much quieter voice. 'I saw you trying to summon butterflies, but I thought it was a one-off attempt.'

'No,' he shook his head. 'I've got the hang of that now.'

'I can't believe you're ahead of me in two classes now.' Harry glimpsed more than a hint of envy in her eyes.

'You'll still be as good as me at potions, our electives and you're miles better than me at essays,' Harry placated.

'Charms and Transfiguration are my favourites after Arithmancy, though,' Hermione sighed, 'and now you're better than me at them.' She fell silent and quickly began to take notes as Flitwick ran through the wand movement and incarnation for the mending charm. Harry noticed she spent a fair amount of time looking at the banishing charm. Hermione would probably practise that until she could perform it perfectly.

When they began to practice the charm, dropping the small, clay tiles onto the desk and mending them he took his opportunity to ask about the tournament.

'Do you think I put my name in?' he asked her quietly.

'Honestly, I'm not sure,' she answered apologetically. 'You've been different since the summer and the World Cup, distant and withdrawn. I don't know what you're thinking anymore.'

'I promise that I didn't,' he insisted. 'You know I hate the attention.'

'I knew you did before the summer,' Hermione corrected, tapping her wand on her shattered tile and watching as it swept back together. The tile still had cracks in places, but Harry thought it was quite an impressive first try. It had taken him ten attempts to fix his glasses when he had initially started.

'I didn't. I'm not even interested in it and now I've got to take part. Everyone seems to think I'm either a liar or worse. It's like second year all over again.'

'At least you aren't the Heir of Slytherin,' she responded lightly.

Yeah, that would be terrible, he thought sarcastically. Salazar was starting to rub off on him.

'I'm sure it'll all pass, just like things did that year.'

'I had to kill a basilisk to prove my innocence,' he objected, 'and nobody in Gryffindor listened to the rumours back then.'

'It'll be fine.' She tapped the tile again and this time it seamlessly crept back together. 'Ron will get over it, he always does, and when it becomes clear you didn't put your name in everyone will feel rather stupid and come to apologise.'

'I'm not sure I even want them back,' Harry whispered as Flitwick glanced their way.

'Harry,' Hermione looked shocked, 'they're your friends.'

'They aren't acting like it, are they?' He retorted fiercely.

'It's not their fault, you must realise what it looks like. You cast a bit of a shadow Harry and it just keeps getting bigger.'

'Do you really believe that matters?' he asked her incredulously. 'I don't care about it. I've never cared about it.'

'But they do,' Hermione persisted.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. She agreed with them. Hermione thought that it was indirectly his fault.

She's almost as bad as the rest.

He swept his bag back up onto his shoulder and left without a backwards glance. There didn't seem to be much loyalty in the house of the brave from where he was standing.

'Shouldn't you be in lessons, Potter,' Malfoy sneered as he reached the end of the charms corridor.

'Shouldn't you,' he retorted, really not in the mood for his antics.

'I heard your housemates have finally realised what a pretentious, pathetic person you are,' he sniped. 'Even Weasley doesn't want anything to do with you. How does it feel to be ditched by a charity case?'

Harry glanced up and down the corridor. There were no teachers.

He slipped his wand from his sleeve. 'Anything else you'd like to say,' he asked sweetly, placing it's tip between Malfoy's eyes. 'I know a wonderful number of hexes now. I'd love to teach you a couple,' he offered.

'You wouldn't dare,' he blustered.

'Try me,' Harry replied with deceptive calm. 'Please, try me, give me an excuse.'

'You think you're such a big shot, Potter,' Malfoy snarled. 'You're nothing.' Harry flinched internally at his choice of words. 'Everyone knows you're just a cheat and a liar now.'

Malfoy shoved himself out from under Harry's wand, drawing himself up in preparation for another piece of vitriol, but Harry had heard quite enough from the mouthy Slytherin student already.

'You've grown brave, Malfoy,' Harry smirked. 'Talking back to someone who has you at wand point and walking around the castle without your lackeys.'

'Aguamenti,' he intoned, pouring magic into the spell and tapping him on the forehead with his wand.

A stream of liquid burst from his wand tip and Malfoy was drenched in water. 'You probably should have kept your newfound bravado in check, Draco,' he smiled, making sure to be as infuriating as possible.

'I hope you die in the tournament, Potter,' Malfoy spluttered through the water dripping off his face.

'I doubt you're the only one,' Harry declared calmly, 'but I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.' He slipped his wand back into his sleeve and out of sight. 'Oh, and Malfoy, if I find out you or your father have anything to do with my name coming out of the goblet, I'm going to make you wish you had been competing in my place.'

Harry left him in the corridor, soaked and shivering, with his ever so carefully combed blond hair plastered against his forehead. It was a long, humiliating walk back down to the Slytherin Dungeons from here. Malfoy would be ridiculed and then punished for being late to whatever class he was supposed to be.

Normally it was Malfoy who managed to lure them into trouble, but Harry was done being outsmarted by the arrogant little g

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