I'm in love. With my best friend.
How am I going to tell the most beautiful person 'I love you'? Those eyes that shine like the stars look at me. That silken voice speaks and I vaguely hear its owner ask, "Ron, are you okay?" I nods my head as I look at the perfect, plump, pink lips, day dreaming about them.
Day dreaming about the battle of tongues that would ensue, fighting back and forth for dominance. Me giving in to those glistening eyes, allowing the others tongue to caress mine, making me shudder as it explores my mouth.
I am awoken from my day dream by the fingers of my love, snapping in front of my face. "Ron, pay attention, if we don't finish this report Snape will have our heads." I nod. "Yeah, I know. I'm going to go get my potions book." I say. I glance back and think I see those gentle eyes follow me. The light skin on that pretty face blushes, realizing that I notice. I smirk to myself as I grab my textbook and walk back to the table where my friend sits.
The eyes are cast downward as I sit. I decide this is the time to speak up. "Harry," I begin, "I'm in love with you." His beautiful, shining, emerald eyes flit up, catching my gaze. It holds for a moment before the tension breaks.
I grab the front of his shirt and pull him across the table, onto my lips. His hands tangle in my hair as he kisses back, passionately. I love it. The kiss is heated and full of passion from both of us. Built up from years of secret, finally being released in one, wonderful moment. My tongue works at his, caressing it. I hear him moan with his wonderful voice, purring my name.
A moment later we brake apart, panting. I look him deep in his eyes I love so much. He swoops in for another kiss, taking the upper hand. He sticks his tongue in immediately, making me moan like he did. I run my hand through his soft, messy locks. He's had plenty of practice, I can tell. He runs one hand up and down my back, and with the other he cups my cheek gently. I fight with my tongue, earning dominance back. I feel a hard surface beneath me, despising we are on the floor. I flip over on top of Harry. I hover above him, planting tiny kisses all over his face and neck. "I love you." I whisper. He smiles. "I love you, too." He whispers back.
My best friend is in love. With me.