The Note
It was sixth year and Harry Potter was walking to Potions class one day. He had decided that day that he was going to tell the person he loved about his feelings. Harry walked over to their seat before anyone else sat got to the classroom and dropped of a note he wrote. Then he inconspicuesly walked back in with a large herd of Gryffindor's.
He watched as the notes recipient sat down and noticed the folded piece of parchment in front of them. He knew what they were reading at that moment.
'Even if my head doesn't listen,
My heart belongs to you,
True love has saved me before,
I know the love I give you is true.'
Harry sat up straight in his seat, anticipation filling his veins. Just then that is when the recipient of his note turned bright red and stood up in the desk in front of them.
"Alright who wrote this!" They shouted at the class.
That's when it dawned on Harry.
He. Forgot. To. Sign. The. Note!
That was exactly when Snape walked in the room. He looked at the person standing on the desk shouting and said...
"Mr. Malfoy! Get down now and your father may not hear about this."
I Am Gryffindor's original fic, we are taking it over. Its posted on their page.