Porcelain Love

by The Little Fish

Harry finds himself Hogwarts' very own Romeo when he comes to realize his forbidden love for something all too important to him. "Dear floor, Thanks for always being there for me. Love, Harry." Flarry.

Harry walked into the bathroom, checking under every stall to make sure he was alone. No one could know, no one would understand.
"Floor," he whispered, "Floor, it's me." He kneeled on the floor and put his hands on the smooth tiles, memorizing them, he could never get over how beautiful the floor was. Slowly he bowed his body down, carefully placing is lips to the porcelain flooring beneath him. "It's me, and I'm never-" his voice began to crack as he held back tears, he could already hear everyone's disapproving remarks, feel everyone's eyes on him, he could tell that not only would he be the chosen one, but he would also be the freak with the flooring fetish.
But it wasn't just a 'flooring fetish' Harry reassured himself, he was in love with the floor, it had always been there for him, always. He swallowed and let out a shaking breath.

"And I'm never leaving you..." he finished, kissing the tiles once more.