Ron stepped off the wall and was in Draco's face within seconds. "Don't you dare call her that," he said through his teeth.

Everyone was dead quiet.

I stepped closer. "You think I don't know what your dad really is or what he's doing on his free time?" I let out a cold laugh. "Please. I know everything there is to know about you. I know your dad would probably beat you more often for embarrassing him if it weren't for your mother stepping in. I know you hate your home life, but see no way out of the life you have. So instead of admitting you aren't like your father and don't ever want to be like him, you try to be tough. You act mean and cruel to people so everyone is more likely to believe that you will follow in your father's footsteps. And let's just get this straight Draco, you may be able to fool everyone else, but you will never be able to fool me." I tapped my temple with the tip of my finger before turning and going into the Potions classroom.

I looked up at Snape in protest and he furrowed his brows. You need to stay close to Potter Abby whether you are having personal issues or not. This is much bigger than your hormonal discrepancies.

I was wrong. Harry finally thought in my direction. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you the way I did. My personal issues with Seamus right now have nothing to do with you, and it was wrong to make that whole issue about me. I just...you're my rock Abby, and when I struggle you're the one that gets it. I don't want to lose you.

I let out a sigh, spotting Snape preoccupied with whatever was coming out of Neville Longbottom's cauldron.

"I understand Harry. I was wrong to be angry at you for liking Cho. It's not my place to tell you how you should or shouldn't feel about someone."

I threw a bit of shredded moonstone into the cauldron and watched as it turn the silvery white color it was supposed to. Potions was definitely my thing.

"Alright class. Scoop some of your potion into a vial with your name on it," Snape said, emphasizing the last five words while looking at some Slytherins closely. "Place them in the vial container on my desk then you are free to leave. This potion will be graded as pass or fail." Snape turned and went into his office, closing the door behind him.

I scooped some of my potion into a container, and wrote my name on it neatly. Harry did the same, his potion more white than silver, but still on track. I looked over and saw that Hermione's was the same color as mine but Ron's was more of a pastel purple color than silver. He added too much of something.

"You don't owe me any apology," said Harry, turning towards me. "Seamus is right. I take you for granted and it's not fair."

"Like I said Harry, you can't help how you feel." Harry nodded solemnly.

"I'm so sorry," said Harry, his entire posture just collapsing in such a way that it looked like someone had just lifted a huge weight off of his shoulders. Instinctively, I reached out and pulled him into a hug. Harry rested his head against my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist and I held him there for a couple of minutes. The entire class had emptied and it was just Harry and me, holding him so that he didn't collapse right then and there.

"It's okay Harry. I'll always be here," I whispered into his ear.

I pulled him even closer as Harry's body began to shake, and the warm tears soaked into my shirt.