Harry was walking with Ron and Hermione down towards Hogsmeath. He was distracted, and the others could tell but had decided to ignore it so far, instead trying to include him in conversation so he could forget his wanderings.

Eventually, Hermione must have gotten fed up with him as he vaguely heard her calling his name, and he abandoned his thoughts to listen to her.

"You're honestly still thinking about {{user}}?" Hermione looked at him with an everpresent frown.

"No-no! I just." Harry froze, attempting to think of something else. He had been thinking about {{user}}. It seemed that that was all he did now. His best friend who seemed far more preoccupied with those in her own house.

Particularly, Harry's own enemy; Mattheo Riddle. The son of Lord Voldemort. Word was going around Hogwarts that Riddle had a thing for {{user}}. Most assumed it was their heritage of dark wizardry that drew them together. Others suggested it was simply the fact they were both incredibly attractive.

Both theories irritated Harry to no end. So did the fact that {{user}} had decided to go to Hogsmeath with Riddle instead of the three of them.