A/N: hey, it's good to be back here in fanfiction after some time of being well..."too" busy. anyway, this story, I think, is a bit of a mess, but I hope you enjoy it. please take time to read and reaview..thanks a lot! the bold letters are from Friend of Mine by MYMP..)

I look up and lay my eyes on her. She looks like an angel. Her smile, the way she looks at me, laughs with me. I know I love her, but this cannot be. I can't. It's just not propper to fall in love with your best friend's sister. That means she's like my sister too. I can't. I just can't fall in love with her. But I can't take my eyes off her. I know I love her, I just do. She fancied me then too, I could still remember. A couple of years ago. But it wasn't until now, this moment, that I realize how much I could love her back as well. But it just can't be done.

I've known you for so long you are a friend of mine

"Harry, what are you looking blankly there for?" asked Ron. I couldn't reply. I blinked at him, knowing that if I told him what I felt about the baby sister he wanted to protect from Dean, is the one I was thinking about. Ron gave me a funny look. "Is there anything bothering you, Harry? Is it about the Prince's book? Aw, come on, mate. You know you can tell me anything."

No, not everything. I couldn't tell him this. He'd hit me, or something. After all these years of being with her makes me comfortable around her, but not when she's off snogging with Dean. No. There's a part of me that tells me...I should be the one doing it. But I can't. Ron wouldn't just kill me, he'd slaughter me. Hermione, I don't even want to know what she'd have to say about it. What about Ginny? She has Dean now, doesn't she? All I could do is watch from now on...Watch her love him, not me.

But is this all we ever could be?

Ron gave me a playful punch on the arm. "Come off it, Harry. have some Chocolate Frogs, if you must. Fred sent them to me for some reason." He handed me a piece. I took it, but I wasn't about to eat it. "You seem to be thinking about something. What is it. Come on, Harry, tell me," he insisted.

"It's nothing," I replied, taking a bite of the chocolate. "I've onnly been thinking about the private classes and stuff, nothing serious," I lied. Ron seemed to accept this and went back to the essay he was finishing. "Ron," I suddenly said. Ron looked at me. I didn't know what to say. i didn't even know I was going to call him. I thought of a lie quickly. "You're doing great lately, haven't you?"

Ron looked at me suspiciously for a while, but then said nothing. He simply shrugged and went back to what he was writing. I sighed and stared at the fireplace. I could have been imagining it, but I somehow saw Ginny's face appear off the flames. I closed my eyes, but her smile still haunted me even then. I can't fall in love with her, I just can't.

I've love you since you were a friend of mine

Hermione rushed into the common room. "Harry, Ron, fancy finding you two doing homework," she said. I smiled faintly. Ron snubbed her, still doing his essay. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ginny's been looking for you, Harry. She says she has some matters about Quidditch. She'll be in here any moment."

My heart pounded. No. I wouldn't be able to think about homework again. I groaned. Hermione looked at me and raised her eyebrow. I shook my head indicating it was nothing. She went back to reading her books. I can feel the monstor behind my chest wanting to be let out. No, you can't come out. No. She's Ron's sister, for Heaven's sake! I can't let it out. Not for Ron's ake. For our friendship's sake.

But baby is this all we ever could be?

"Harry," I heard a familliar voice call. I looked up and saw Ginny standing near me. "Harry, you see, I just wanted to thank you for making Dean Chaser. It's been great having him on the team, you know." I nodded with a smile. She turned and saw Ron and Hermione. "Ron, could you possibly stop grunting at Dean's name? it isn't your right to judge him," she snapped.

Yes Ron, it isn't your right. But I was hoping she'd be saying that about me too. What would Dad have done? How did he ever ger Mum? it's a bit of a wonder, but Dad was pretty good at it. I looked at Ginny. If only she knew...If only she could feel my lover for her. But it wasn't that I couldn't ask her out or anything. Dean wouldn't be much of a threat to me, but Ron was. I sighed knowing that this wuish of mine wouldn't ever come true.

A/N: How was that? Could you tell me if you liked it or hate it? Thanks a lot. I'd appreciate reviews!