Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is a oneshot done for Valentines Day. Made for the 'Will you be my valentine' Challenge.
Harry groaned as Cho stormed out of Madame Puddifoots, slamming his head down on the glitter and confetti infested table. He would never understand girls! With their crying and sniffling and crazy need to talk about things that didn't need to be talked about. Maybe he should just give up on them forever. It would make his life much easier. And truth be told, he would much rather face a rabid Death Eater then have to go through that ecperiance again.
"Hiya Harry!"
Whipping his head off the table he ignored the gaudy tiny pink hearts that clung to his skin and focused his eyes across the table, where the previously vacated spot was now taken by Harry's own little photographer, Colin Creevey. Harry shot the fourth year a smile, hoping it didn't look to much like the grimace it felt like.
"Colin. What are you doing here? Do you have a...date? Or something?"
The boys grin widened to, what looked like, painful proportions and he shook his head to the negative enthusiastically. Well, Harry had never seen someone so happy to not be with someone before.
"Nope! But I saw you in here through the window when I was passing by. I thought you looked lonely so I decided to keep you company."
"That's...uhm, nice Colin. But what if I as waiting for someone?"
The younger boys face crumbled in disappointment and Harry's eyes widened in alarm. He looked like he was going to cry and Harry could only deal with so many tears a day.
"Not that I am or anything!" The sudden relief on the boys face was a little confusing but Harry ignored it and plowed on. "But I do have to get going. I promised I would meet Hermione later today. So, I'll see you later yeah."
Harry stood and was surprised when Colin quickly followed, noticing with annoyance that though he was a year older they were the same height.
"Alright Harry. I'll talk to you later." Colin eyes slid around Harry's forehead before a soft laugh escaped him. "Harry? You have..." His words tapered off and he simply lifted his hand, brushing his fingers softly along the path his eyes had traveled moments before, sliding against the Boy-Who-Lived's scar in the process. Harry jerked back, not used to the touch and confused on why this boy a year below him was doing it now. He got his answer as confetti fell in front of his eyes and realized more of the abominable stuff must have been stuck to him then he realized. Colin blushed lightly and stepped back, dropping his hand and clearing his throat. Not knowing quite how to respond to the moment the two had just shared Harry simply smiled softly and slipped past the body in front of him. Exiting the tea shop, promising himself to never step foot in the horrible place again. Oblivious to the adoring gaze leveled at his retreating back.