A/N: Something about not owning Harry Potter. Trust me, if I did, that magic would go down a lot different.
That Amazing, Crazy, Magic
It had been a full year since the Tri-wizard Tournament. A whole entire year since he had realized he loved Ron.
And now, lying on his four poster bed, he wondered HOW it had taken him that long. This wasn't a new thought to him, though. He often found himself wasting his nights away wondering why it had taken him so long to realize and how much longer he was going to allow himself to suffer in his silent misery.
The misery of loving someone who would never love him back. Damn unrequited love!
And, even though he didn't know, Ron could've made it easier for him. He could've slept in a shirt that covered him fully. He could've stopped rolling his amazing blue eyes at Hermione when she mentioned homework. He could've stopped scarfing down his food at supper and smiling that amazing smile at Harry after he was sated.
He could've, but Harry didn't want him to. He didn't want him to at all.
A smile spread across Harry's face as he looked across the room to Ron's sleeping form. The same sleeping form that he constantly found himself fantasizing about. And currently, that form was naked from the waist up.
At seeing this, Harry felt a twitch from down below. "Damn hormones," he muttered, taking one last look at Ron before he rolled over and "attacked" his problem head-on (A/N: If you're a pervert like me, I salute you-If not, you're still rad in my book ).
After he was finished, he found his eyelids to be extremely heavy. Far too heavy to stay awake much longer. And after his eyes had finally closed, he didn't open them again until morning.
A/N: That's it for this first chapter. I pretty much feel like a doof, but... I hope you kids like it. :)
If so, there'll be more!
Have a great freakin' day!