Hey Guys, This is the first fic I've posted on Fanfiction. This fic was inspired by Joe Nichols song, Another Side of You. I hope you enjoy it!
-Dedicated to Roozette who betaed this chapter for me and gave me the courage to post it. Cheers!
Warning: Slash (contains homosexuals)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. They are owned by JKRowlings.
Another Side of You
I love waking up in the morning. I have always been an early riser. I love to lay there and listen to my mates wake up. Ron snoring like a fog horn. Neville is almost as loud. I have often thought that they were having a subconscious contest to see who was better. Even if they don't notice, I do. They're both in love with Hermione.
Harry always wakes before the rest. He is definitely not a morning person. I reckon he's just used to waking early. First he groans softly, obviously unhappy about being conscious. Then I hear fumbling, as he reaches for his glasses. The creaking of a mattress fills my ears next, as if he were stretching like a cat. Then he swings his legs around, so that he's sitting upright. Sometimes, though, he overcompensates and sends himself flying off his bed. If he does this, he'll groan loudly and curse under his breath before pushing himself to his feet to go take a shower.
Its moments like these that I love. Everyone sees him as the boy savior. I see him when he is the most vulnerable, and the most adorable.
xoxo
Hogwarts is a school, and as such, is a place where classes are held. I don't particularly like classes. I don't complain though. Harry has so much more to do. He's Head Boy, Quidditch Captain, and Leader of the DA. He also has advanced training alongside his regular classes.
Hermione is always nagging him to do his work. Ron often snubs him for being more 'special' than him. Don't they see that he's doing the best he can, that he's overworked and underappreciated? I can tell.
I watch as he interacts with them. When he's on the border of blowing up, I take him away. I take him flying.
I'm not much for flying myself, as I'm afraid of heights. I love to watch him, though. I love to see how free he is. How passionate he is. I love to hear him laugh as he performs death defying stunts. Often I feel a cold hand grip my heart at these moments. I, however, trust him and I know that I'll be there for him if he falls.
It's moments like these that I love. Everyone sees him as a hero. I see him underneath the hero façade. I see him when he is the most vulnerable, and the most liberated.
xoxo
My favorite time, though, is when he can manage to make some time. When we finally have a night to ourselves, we sequester ourselves in the Room of Requirement and just enjoy each others company.
I always get there first, so that I can set the room up properly. I make a king size bed appear, with flickering candles lining the walls.
I hold him in my arms and I whisper to him my words of love.
He is such a strong person. He is a person who has been through so much, and yet doesn't hold a grudge against the world. He is able to love, when often; all he has received is hate.
It's moments like these that I love. Everyone sees him as a means to an end, placing him atop a pedestal. I see him beyond that. I see him when he is the most vulnerable, and the most tender.
xoxo
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Seamus."