Disclaimer: all characters and places in this story belong to J.K. Rowling, except for the wonderful OC, who belongs to a lot of fan fiction writers all around the globe. No copyright intended.

A/N: I know I have misspelled names and words in this piece, I know I have grammatical errors, typos and so on. I assure you, it is all on purpose. If you are a fan fiction writer yourself, please don't be offended. I'm sure your fic is original and nothing like this at all…

Chapter one- Harry

Harry Potter was in love with the most perfectly being in the history of the universe. She had brown, frizzy hair and big hazel eyes, and was the brightest witch in her age. He loved her so much he thought his heart would explode and send off tiny little purple sparks shaped in the words 'Hermione Jane Granger', witch is quite strange. Harry never knew he was such a romantic, but he liked it.

Harry wondered all the time how he was supposed to tell the love of his life that she was the love of his life. Why did Ron always have to hang around them when it was obvious that he wanted to be alone with Hermione, the most perfect being in the universe, and snog her sensless? After spending a lot of time wondering about how to do it, Harry simply asks if he could have a word. In private. Ron would normaly be mad about it, or confused at the very least, but he understood everything and went off to snog his girl-friend, Luna.

"Hermione, I love you!" he said, and started the long and dull speech about how flowers should start to grow in her shoes, and the snow melt at her gaze because she is the most perfect being in the universe. When he finally shut up she told him that she loves him to and they snogged each other senseless. And then, they rode off into the sunset. They accidentally killed Voldemort, along the way, but nobody really noticed that.

Harry Potter were in love with the most perfect being in the universe. Her bright red hair reminded him of his mothers, and her bright brown eyes made him want to melt down or do anything she told him to. He was so much in love he thought his feet would catch fire and send him into space while singing 'Ginerva Molly Weasley' at the top of his voice. He didn't really know why he wanted to use all her names, but it was a longer phrase to sing anyway. And he would pick her flowers from Jupiter, and rearrange all the stars to spell her name. He also planned on buying her the moon, but it wasn't for sale.

Harry thought about how he was supposed to tell his love, the light of his life that she was the light of his life, his one true love for ever and ever and ever. Why did Ron always have to hang with him when he wanted to tell his sister, the light of his life, about his feelings about her? Finally, Ron got to his senses and left Harry to go snog his girlfriend, Hermoine.

"Ginny, I love you!" Harry exclaimed at the top of his voice in the middle of quiddich practise. Luckily, all the other members of the team had gone off snogging their sweethearts and made it possible for Ginny to shout that she loved him back. Harry started to stutter at this, but Ginny, the light of his life, flew over to him and they snogged in midair. After that, they ran to get hold of Ron and Hermione to tell them the big news and have a double wedding. Voldymort showed up there, but he got killed and everyone else lived happily ever after.

Harry Potter was in love with the most perfect being in the universe. The perfect hairstyle was making him melting, and those steel grey eyes gave him goosebumbs. He was so much in love he thougt he was going to do cartwheels all the way over to the Slytheryn table while singing 'All I Want for Christmas is You' at the top of his voice. The name 'Draco Malfoy' also kept popping up in his conversations, for some strange reason. That was really weird, since Malfoy was Harry's nemesis and Harry was definitely not in love with him. Nope, no way, never ever, not at all! Or maybe just a little.

Harry started to wonder how he was supposed to tell his nemesis, arch enemy and sunshine that he loved him. Harry was sure that Malfoy would love him back; he just didn't dare to believe it. Ron and Hermione were always around when they met Malfoy in the halls and they always wanted to hex him and didn't give Harry and time with him alone. Finally, one day Harry met Malfoy by himself. Ron and Hermione had found out, that they were perfect for each other and gone off snogging, and he didn't care about why Malfoy was alone.

"Malfoy, I love you!" he said desperately and started to give all kinds of reasons for why they should be together. Malfoy only pretended to listen, and when it was his turn he started to snog Harry. Harry didn't want to brake apart, but they were surprised by Ron and Hermione. In some weird way, both couples had gone in to the Room of Requirement and neither was wearing much clothes. They agreed to ignore each other and never speak about it again in their entire lives, and after graduating from Hogwarts Malfoy came with Harry and they killed Voldemort together.

Harry Potter was in love with the most perfect being in the univers. The way that once sandy-brown hair, now more like grey, fell into his weary eyes made Harry's stomach do somersaults. Harry was so much in love he feared that if he started to feel one more emotion his heart would ruin over and make it obvious to everyone that he was in love. That would really be a bad thing, since Harry wanted everyone to believe that he was a rock-solid hero who didn't have any faults and spent all his time plotting to kill Voldemort. Yeah right.

Harry spent a lot of time wondering how he was supposed to tell Remus John Lupin, his fathers and Sirius's best friend, that he loved him. One of the problems was that Remus was about twenty years older than Harry and had been to school with his parents. Some people might find that weird, but Harry thought it was natural to be attracted to men more than twice your age with an incurable decease that made him want to kill every human being, in his path. Harry finally got drunk and courageous, and went to talk to Lupin.

"Remus, ailov ju!" he slurred, and Remus miraculous understood what Harry meant. He started to talk about all the things that would be in the way of having a relationship with Harry, being a sensible adult and all, but he soon realized he couldn't resist Harry's emerald green eyes and started to snog him senseless in stead. Some people might get freaked out at seeing a couple like that, but all Harry's friends understood that it was for the best in some way, and killed Voldemort.

Harry Potter was in love with the most perfect being in the whole universe. When he looked at those blue and dark eyes under that very smooth black and blonde hair, his heart simply melted away to butter. He was so much in love that he started every day with writing a different love ballad, and all of them had the title "Parvati Lavender Padma Brown Patil, the love of my life".

Harry thought about her all the time, and couldn't get her out of his mind. All he ever wonder was if she felt the same way about him. He never stopped wondering how he was supposed to tell her how much he loved her. There was always the risk that she would reject her. Or maybe not. He was, after al, the famous Harry Potter and no girl alive could possibly withstand the charms of his smile and emerald green eyes. Encouraged by this, he went over to her in a corner of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Parvati Lavender Padma, I love you", he said convincingly as he pulled out a huge bouquet of perfect red roses. Without waiting for an answer, he started to snog her. Why shouldn't he? He was the famous Harry Potter; no girl could possibly withstand the charms of his smile and emerald green eyes. After a few hours of perfect snogging, they decided to go somewhere else and get laid. Voldemort just happened to be there, and they had to kill him before they could get some. After that, they lived happily ever after.

Harry Potter was in love with the most perfect being in the universe. The only problem was, she didn't know he existed. Or, of course she knew who he was, he was the famous Harry Potter after all, but she didn't really notice him. Harry loved her so much that he thought his hair would become silky if she touched it. When he looked into those dark brown eyes and stared at the way her black silky hair flowed in the gentle breeze, he thought he had died and come to heaven.

Harry didn't think abut anything other that her. She was perfect. He didn't know her very well, but he knew that he loved her and that was all he really needed to know, you know. He didn't know how to tell her that he loved her, that Cho Chang was the only girl for him, but in one glorious stroke of inspiration the idea came to him; he could take her to the Room of Requirement and tell her that he loved her!

"Cho, I love you," he said a little shyly, but then they were interrupted by Voldemort, who wanted to kill Harry again. Cho looked very sternly at him, and Voldemort died. Well, I guess that proves that looks can kill, after all. Cho didn't say anything, she really wasn't much of a talker, but he showed Harry her affections by throwing herself at him and snogging him senseless. Then Cho got pregnant, Harry married her, it showed that it wasn't his child after all but Cedric's (Cedric had returned from the dead, unknown how), Harry didn't care, they lived happily ever after and their children became very pretty.

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and the Chosen One, was in love with the most perfect being in the entire universe. Her enormous blue eyes and dirty blonde hair just looked stunning along with her butterbeer cork necklace and radish earrings. He loved her so much that he would have gone to Sweden with her and find the Crumple-Horned Sno-Cat.

All he ever thought about was Luna Lovegood and how he was going to tell her about his feelings. He didn't know if she would love him back or not, but he had to get his feelings out once and for all. He didn't know how he was going to let her know, but he had to do it soon or he would explode with love. He decided to tell her by the lake in the full moon, when he had walked down there to dream about Luna. It just so happened that she was sitting there at midnight, nobody knew why. Maybe it was just another one of her oddities that Harry loved so much.

"Luna, I love you", he said when he sat down beside her. She gazed dreamily up at him, and Harry saw Voldemort reflected in her enormous eyes. Fortunately, Voldemort tripped and broke his neck. Luna celebrated by snogging Harry in ways he didn't think was possible. They later discovered a Crumple-Horned Sno-Cat in Sweden, and lived happily ever after.

Harry Potter was in huge problems. Enormous problems, to be more precise. He had to hunt down and kill Lord Voldemort, the evil and bad and wicked and ugly and mean Lord Voldemort, the REALLY BAD GUY, to put it short. That wouldn't be too difficult if it hadn't for the fact that Harry was in love with him. He didn't know why, but when those scarlet-red eyes looked at him in that extremely evil way, Harry felt like he would do cartwheel all around Voldemort, or Voldie as he liked to call him.

Harry didn't know how he was going to tell Voldie that he loved him. For one thing, Harry couldn't decide where and when they were going to meet. Voldie would probably just laugh at him before killing him if he said that he loved him, but Harry couldn't care less. On the next time they met, Harry decided to tell Voldie about it.

"Lord Voldemort, I love you", Harry panted after another painful encounter with the Crucatius Curse, and looked for signs of amusement in Voldie's eyes. In stead, Voldie raised his wand and did a powerful curse that blinded Harry momentarily. When he could see again, all the evil dudes had died and Voldie once again looked like he had done when he was sixteen. Harry had overcome the Dark Lord with love, and he and Tom Marvolo Riddle lived happily ever after.

Harry Potter was in love with the most perfect being in the universe. He didn't know her very well, since she/he was an exchange student from America/Uzbekistan/Finnmark/insert other country here. She/He was perfect in every way possible, and her/his name was Mary Sue/Gary Stue/John/Sally/OC.

All Harry ever thought about, was OC and how he wanted to snog him/her senseless. He wanted to proclaim his love, and did so.

"I love you", Harry said, and since OC was made for Harry, they instantly got married and had 17 kittens.

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