Walking down this corridor for the hundredth time, Potter realizes he is pacing. He is pacing back and, "Oh why can't I get over him!" He shouts. And he sits down. Ron is on his mind, Ron in a towel from that shower this morning that made him stutter and blush and quietly leave with his head down from his dormitory. Ron is on his mind smiling, he's there kissing Lavender with his lips…
"Great! now I have a woody while sitting alone in back-water corridor obsessing about my best mate."
Harry is unhappy about his predicament. Ron knows Harry is gay, but Harry knows gay is a term with such campy connotations it makes him want to cry. Yet he's forced, day by everyday to be suppress his raging desire since he also wants to be Ron's friend.
Harry stands up finally and mopes, head down, back to his dormitory where he plops down in bed and runs thru that days' Charms lesson until his sock is tired of being summoned silently.
Meanwhile, Ron just came in Lavender.