Chapter One

Harry lay on his stomach in the Gryffindor common room. He was working on his essay for potions. He has to write two rolls of parchment on poison antidotes. Two whole rolls!

He flipped through his potions book, 'Advanced Potion Making'. Luckily, he had discovered a whole chapter to use for his essay.

He heard the door of the common room open, and turned around, hoping it was Hermione. Instead, in came Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. They were laughing, and Harry grinned. He loved Dean's smile.

"Hey, mate!" Dean called, waving to Harry.

Harry sat up and closed his ink. He waved back, and Dean came over to sit on an armchair in front of the fire.

"Ah, the potions essay! I forgot!" Seamus cried, swearing under his breath.

Seamus then darted upstairs, to work on the essay that was due tomorrow.

Harry looked at Dean, and Dean looked at Harry. Harry stood up and sat on the chair with Dean.

Harry and Dean were 'dating'. Harry was avoiding becoming a couple, as much as he liked Dean. He felt a connection, but not as strong as Harry felt it should be if they were dating.

Harry scooted into the shape of Dean's body. He felt warm in front of the fire, and snuggling with someone he really liked.

As his head swarmed with thoughts of the essay, and of his mixed feelings with Dean, he barely knew he was falling asleep until he was already out.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!"

Harry stirred, grunting and turning over. Well, halfway turning over. Until he fell off of the chair he fell asleep on.

"Dean?" Harry asked the blurred shape above him.

"No mate, it's Ron."

"Oh. Where's Dean?"

"I don't know, but I think he left you a note…"

"Give me it!"

Harry felt Ron jam a crumpled up note in his hand. Harry opened it and squinted, but he only saw a blurry blob.

"You might need these too…" Ron handed Harry his glasses.

Harry thanked Ron and read the note.

Babe-

I had to leave so I could work on something.

But, it's a surprise, but you can find out about it later today! Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 3:00.

Don't worry; you'll be able to get in.

See you later!

Love, Dean

Harry frowned and Ron leaned over his shoulder to try to read the note.

Harry pinned the paper to his chest.

"No!" He cried. "I'll tell you later."

Harry shyly shoved the note in his pocket.

Only a few hours later, Harry found himself standing in the Room of Requirement.

Dean sat on a large bed, with curtains like the one in the dormitories.

He was wearing a dark indigo robe and a large Persian rug was spread out on the floor. The whole scene was romantic and just the style Harry liked.

"Come here," Dean said, gesturing.

Harry slowly walked over to where Dean was standing. Dean helped him remove his clothes and climb into bed. Dean dropped his robe and climbed into bed with Harry.

The next day Harry could tell that Dean thought they were 'official' now. In one day, Dean went on the school intercom and read a love poem for Harry, Got Fred and George to throw flowers on him as he walked down the hall, and slipped a love note under Harry's pillow.

Harry felt totally uncomfortable, and Dean didn't know it.

Harry needed some girl help. Ever since he came out as gay, Hermione has been eager to share her vast knowledge about love.

After his classes, Harry went to find Hermione in the library. She was reading a Herbology textbook as he plopped down next to her.

"Hey," he said.

"What's up?"

"I'm having relationship problems with Dean."

"Really? I thought you two were hitting it off. That poem he read on the intercom was nice."

Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands.

"I know," he cried. "But I actually don't like him as a serious long term boyfriend. When we started 'going out' I thought it would be for a few weeks. I didn't think it would go on this long."

"Well…" Hermione said, thinking.

"And last night we did 'the thing' so now he totally thinks its long term. I'm just nervous and stressed and I don't know what to do."

After a minute, Hermione finally spoke. "Well I think you should break up."

"You mean just like that? Walk up to him and break up?"

"Well, more or less, yes. Just let him know that as serious as he may think it is, you just don't feel a serious connection."

"Ok…I think that's easy enough. Thanks Hermione."

"You're welcome Harry."

Hermione smiled and hugged Harry.

"Good luck," she whispered.

Harry waved to her and started to make his way back to his dormitory. He could do this…

The next morning was Saturday, so Harry had no classes. He woke up to see a blurry shape standing in front of his bed.

Harry grabbed his glasses and blinked as that shape came in to focus. There stood Dean, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hey babe," Dean said, leaning in and kissing Harry's cheek. Harry gave a weak smile and accepted the flowers.

"Dean, we need to talk," Harry muttered.

"What?" Dean's smile faltered.

"We need to talk."

At this point, Dean looked downright depressed, angry, and confused. He knew what was coming. Harry did his best to keep his eyes locked on Dean's as he explained the situation.

"Well, I think we should take a break. I don't feel a serious connection. I know I've leaded you on and I'm so sorry. I want to stay friends, but I just don't think we would work as a couple."

Dean looked so angry Harry couldn't help but look down and twiddle his thumbs.

"Are you serious?" Dean shouted. "I thought we had something! But I guess not. I guess the little Chosen One is too good for some people. Thanks a lot for everything. I loved you. I loved you for your brains and your personality. But I was wrong about both of those things. You're actually a giant idiot who plays people on for fun."

Dean snatched the flowers, threw then on the floor, and stomped on them. Harry could feel the tears starting to fall.

Harry jumped out of bed and ran out of the dormitory.

"Good, I'm glad you're leaving!" Harry could hear Dean yell after him. "I don't ever want to see someone like you again! Stay away from me!"

Harry had his head down and he was running through the castle, muttering things under his breath. He didn't realize that he was in the Professors' corridor until he ran into someone and felt both of them fall backward.

"Hey!" Harry screeched. He looked up and met burning charcoal eyes.

"Watch where you're going Potter" Snape hissed. "What are you doing in this corridor?"

"I w-was j-j-just not p-paying attention" Harry stuttered. For some reason, it wasn't until now that he realized how…good Snape looked with his hair all tousled and his pajamas askew.

"Obviously you were not paying attention. I would like to see you in detention, all this week at 7 o'clock pm, starting tonight." Snape said sternly, standing up and straightening himself.

"Yes sir," Harry said. But he continued to stand there, staring at Snape.

"Leave, Potter. You are not supposed to be in this corridor."

"Yes sir," Harry said, turning and started to walk away. As he looked back at Snape, he could swear that he saw Snape smile to himself. Yes, smile. Harry shook his head and hurried down the corridor.

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