AN: Hi there! It's been a while since I've actually published a fic, but I have been busy. So the following four drabbles were written for the .com drabble contest. There were four rounds in all. The first could be about anything, but it had to centre around one of the next gen characters and be less than 500 words. So I chose to extend a little bit of my headcanon about Louis.

Louis sat glumly on the couch waiting for his housemate to return from her date. He was trying to distract his thoughts by any means possible, but it wasn't working. His thoughts kept reflecting back to points in his life when he should've picked up the courage to admit his feelings for her. That day in fourth year when he worked out the reason why he was always so shy and tongue-tied around her. That day in fifth year, when they officially became best friends. That day in seventh year, when she came to him for help in revealing her twin brother as a cheater. The day they were accepted into St Mungo's for their Healer intern year. The day they decided to move in together with their friends. The day their friends moved out. Any other day, before today when she got asked out on a date by a co-worker.

He'd never looked at another girl. So much so, that during sixth year it was generally accepted fact at Hogwarts that Louis Weasley was gay. His family and friends knew the truth. But, she had had to clarify it with him. Louis had overanalysed that conversation for the past four years.

"Louis, are you gay?"

"No, why?"

"I overheard some fourth years saying you were gay and I was hoping that as your best friend I wasn't finding out something important about you by gossip. I mean, you're my best friend, you can tell me anything."

Had she meant what she said, or was a hidden message in there. Was she really saying 'I overheard some fourth years saying you were gay and I'm hoping you aren't because I'm madly in love with you'? Perhaps he was grasping at straws at the hidden message theory, but he was grasping onto those straws for dear life.

Louis was pulled from his reverie when he heard the distinctive crack of Apparation. He ascertained from the lack of muffled conversation that she had returned alone. She walked in the front door and took a seat next to Louis.

"How was it?"

"Oh, it was alright, but I won't be going on another date with him. He's not my type."

"What is your type?"

Louis could've sworn he saw a small blush appear on her face as she replied, "Oh that's not important right now."

'Just do it,' said an unfamiliar courageous voice that popped suddenly into Louis' mind. Taking its advice, he whispered, "You're my type."

The rosy blush returned to her cheeks. "What?"

His anxieties crept back into his mind. "You're my type, Eva Laurent. Six years I've wanted to say that to you, but I understand if you don't feel the same way." He made to stand up, but was stopped by her hand on his shoulder.

"For six years that's all I've wanted to hear. All I've wanted to say to you, but I've been too shy. You're my type, Louis Weasley."

AN: If you've read my fic Count On Me, Eva popped up in one of the chapters.