A/N: This was part of a fanfiction competition I had with my sister. We wanted to see what stories we could come up with on the top of our heads and so I wrote this in about five minutes, she found it funny and is now threatening to destroy my stuffed giraffe collection if I don't post it, keep that in mind: I did it for the giraffes and don't have a clue where this idea came from - my mind is a scary place.
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Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, The Golden Boy had a very serious problem.
He was in love.
He couldn't tell Ron, he would be disgusted and throw around words like 'betrayal' and Harry never wanted to ruin their friendship as this revelation was sure to do.
Standing in the Burrow's kitchen he watched as the sun set, setting fire to the sky and promising the cool of the night. However it was not for this reason that he was looking out of the window.
No.
It was her. She was shouting at Fred and George, her face alight with anger and her eyes shining with fury. The rays of the dying sun illuminated her hair, the flame-like strands glowing as the wind swept them around her face. Her figure was by no means that of the size zero carrot munchers, it was more womanly and it was only now that Harry was really appreciating it. His eyes raked over her form and he licked his lips, using this rare opportunity to stare as much as he pleased without fear of interruption.
Stepping out into the garden, he passed the twins who were cowering under their mother's wrath. Yes, if anyone ever found out that he was in love with Molly Weasley then who knows what the consequences would be. No, he had decided long ago not to pursue the Weasley matriarch no matter how much he desired it. Scanning the garden he saw Ginny chatting with Hermione, she was a lot like her mother in a way. The way her eyes shone, full of passion, when she was fighting for something she cared about however this was deceptive. Beneath that exterior lay a great capacity to love and it was these qualities that he saw mirrored in her mother. Hmm he supposed she would just have to do.