After they had something to eat, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco were standing underneath the great willow tree chatting in hushed voices. Lupin had explained that Snape was currently undercover, in the ranks of the deatheaters. His job was to find out any information about Harry and report to Dumbledore.
"So… we all agree Voldemort is out for Harry?" Ron asked the group. They all turned to stare at Ron in disbelief.
"You are kidding aren't you?" Draco asked Ron.
"What!" Ron cried indignantly.
"Uh… do you have any idea what you just said?" Hermione asked. Ron stared at them.
"I don't get it. I think I'm missing something." Ron said, Draco snorted and Hermione shook her head, while Harry couldn't help the laughter. Ron looked hurt. "What did I say?" He asked.
"Oh, Ron." Harry gasped, clutching his side; he had a stitch from laughing so hard. "I think Voldemort has always been after me."
A look of comprehension dawned behind his eyes. "Oh, I see…" Ron blushed. "What I meant was that… uh…"
"That Voldemort is so keen to bump me off?" Harry asked, the laughter gone from his voice.
Ron nodded, slowly and diverted his eyes to the ground. "Yeah." He mumbled to the grass.
"Well… Dumbledore did say there was a time for the prophecy, and that it was drawing to a close." Draco said.
Harry felt his throat tighten. "I don't want to be a murderer." He gulped. The lump in his throat felt like a golf ball he'd just swallowed. Ron patted his arm.
"We don't think any different of you." He consoled. Harry smiled, despite the feeling in his stomach.
"Thanks Ron." Harry said, meaningfully. "I dunno what I'd do if I didn't have you guys."
Ron and Hermione smiled broadly at him. They sat for the rest of the lunch hour talking about their NEWT exams.
"I can't believe how much homework McGonagall gave us." Ron said bitterly. "I mean I know we have our major exams this year, but I swear, if she gives us any more I'm gonna pass out. I already have far too much from all my teachers."
"Well if you did at all when you got it instead of waiting for the last minute you wouldn't be in this mess now would you?" Hermione scolded. Ron rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"What does it matter, Hermione?" He demanded suddenly. Hermione looked at Ron stunned.
"What do you mean?" She asked softly. Ron ran his hands through his hair.
"Well it's not like I need all the NEWTs you two do. I'm not going to be an Auror like you." He retorted. "I don't see the point."
"Oh, Ron." Hermione said with a sigh. "Just because you're not going to be an Auror like you wanted to, doesn't mean that you shouldn't still try and do your best. You can still do good things." She promised. Ron looked sceptical.
"I dunno, Hermione. I'm not exactly good at anything, now am I?"
"You are great at loads of stuff." She assured him.
"Yeah? You think so?"
"Yes I do." She told him adamantly.
"Ok, go on and name me one then." Ron demanded.
Hermione thought. She was silent for endless minutes. Ron got a strange look behind his eyes.
"You see?" He hissed. "You can't even think of one." Then he turned on his heel and stalked away. Draco, who was silent throughout the ordeal, smirked.
"He really isn't good at anything, is he Granger?" Draco asked. Hermione glowered at him.
"I just couldn't think of one main thing on the spot." She snapped, Draco sniggered.
"Oh yes, of course." Draco said.
"Quidditch." Harry said.
"What?" Draco asked, confused.
"It's not time to be thinking about Quidditch, Harry." Hermione scolded.
"No." Harry said, shaking his head. "I mean, Ron's good at Quidditch." Harry finished.
"Do you really think he could make a career out of it?" Hermione asked.
"Why not?" Harry asked. "I think it'd be worth his while to investigate the option."
The bell rang and Harry, Hermione and Draco all went their separate ways to go to class. With a sigh Harry walked up the staircase to the Divination tower. Along the way he met up with Ron.
"Hey, Ron." Harry said, taking up step beside him. "I've got an idea for you…"