I think I love her
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Michael watched her from afar and gulped when she smiled lovingly at a flower in her hand. He was hiding rather cowardly behind a tree and felt like a little spy that found its target. Getting the target, however, seemed to be harder then it looked. Scraping his nails down the tree's bark, Michael sighed and turned around with his back against the tree.

"Spying again?"

Michael's head shot up and panic entered his whole body. His father, Harry, stood before him, smiling lazily with his hands in his pockets. As Michael tried to deny every thought of spying, Harry chuckled at the flustered thirteen-year-old boy.

"Don't bother denying it. You like her, that's all. It's understandable." He calmed his son as best as he could. Michael's voice died down and his head hung. Harry looked at him confused. "What's wrong?"

"She's… She's my friend." Michael whispered. "All this time she was always just my friend and once I freaking hit thirteen, I… looked at her different. I was scared."

Harry felt pity for him. Harry had felt the same way when he realized that he had liked Hermione when they were "just friends" and that was the hardest moment of his life. He knew what it was like to cross the line between thinking of the person as a friend and then the person as a potential love or crush.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Harry asked.

Michael swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"Tell me when you started to think that she wasn't just a friend." Harry encouraged.

Michael began spilling his guts out, not pausing once when he explained. "It was at my party. When everyone was eating or dancing, Bri and I went to the pool with Melody. Melody went off after a while and then it was just the two of us. She got out of the pool and was going to the diving board when… I don't know. I just… I saw how… beautiful she was. Her hair was gorgeous and her eyes are like diamonds. I couldn't breathe. She got really worried when I just kept staring at her and I wouldn't say anything."

Michael's voice and demeanor was shaking. Harry patted his shoulder and pull their sides together.

"What do you like about her?" The elder Potter asked quietly.

Michael worried his lip. In a more confident voice he said, "I love her attitude and her smile. She's funny and can take a joke when others would blow up about it. She always stood up for me like I had for her. She's…"

"Perfect for you?"

"Yes!" Michael exclaimed, and then blushed at the outburst. "I just, I don't know…"

"If she likes you back?" Michael nodded. Harry hummed in his throat. "If you want advice, just tell her. Subtly if you want or even straight to the point; Brianna is a very pretty girl and like you said, 'she's perfect'. So try and get her before anyone else does."

Michael stood against his father, leaning heavily into him, like the energy was sucked right out of him. They watched Brianna holding her hand out for a group of thersrals that wondered around in the field.

"And what if I tell her and she doesn't like me that same way?"

Harry paused. He, as a teenager, didn't know what it would have been like if Hermione hadn't liked him back. He was absolutely certain though, that night so far back had proved it, but… If she had just did it because she was his friend, Harry would have probably broken down and cried.

"I can't tell you what her answer will be, but if you don't take the chance, you might never know the answer."

The silence between then stretched on for a long time. Brianna was oblivious of them watching her and was dancing with the animals around her. She was truly like her mother in attitude.

Harry clapped his son's shoulder and pushed him forward. Michael looked like he would rather run all the way around the world rather than possibly get shot down, but he put on a Gryffindor brave face and walked towards his crush.

"Hey! Brianna!" He ran towards her.

Harry stayed where he stood, watching as his son began to understand life a bit more. He watched for only a second more, and then walked off the opposite way, letting his first son to do what was next. He hoped they were would be good together and not fight.

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It was later that evening when Harry heard the door to the summer house the family was staying in. Michael walked in, grinning like a loon. He sat down lazily in the cushioned chair next to Harry.

Waiting a moment and then speaking, Harry asked what had happened.

Michael continued to stare at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "I don't think I like her."

Harry bulked. Michael… didn't like her? Before Harry asked what had happened again, Michael turned to him and Harry briefly saw lipstick on the side of his son's lips.

"I think I love her, dad."