Bit of a note- no the pun in the title was not intentional; yes Harry was trolling Angel in the last few chapters and some of this one but the title pun was and is unintentional.

After a while, Harry decided Angel had had enough of him trolling her, he decided to troll her in a different way; he decided to try convince her he wasn't himself, but an actual fork; however nothing prepared him for the thoughts he had in his mind in a non-serious situation; was it true what he suspected? Had he really fallen for Angel?

Harry looked down for a moment; he seemed deeply confused as though he'd just entered humanity; without another thought he leapt at Angel in a tackle-hug, "I MISSED YOU BURKE!" he yelled as he leapt at her.

Angel fell backwards, "AAAHHH!" she half screamed, half laughed. "I missed you too Potter." she said as she wrapped her arms around him as he lay on top of her.

Harry grinned at her and lay on top of her; he was too comfortable to roll off her and too lazy to stand to his feet; where he lay was perfect; he could gaze into her eyes and even lay his head on her chest... if only he knew whether it were appropriate or not.

Angel laughed and pushed him off of her, "I am now the queen of Harry Potter!" she announced as she pinned him to the ground by sitting on his stomach.

Harry felt something jump in his chest, he had no idea what the feeling was as he thought, 'she can be my queen any day.' He realized what he was thinking and snapped back to reality; he wasn't expecting that. To hide any emotion he showed towards her, he grinned, "I am king of the ground!"

Angel shook her head and laughed, "More like the king of dorks... but..." she said, pretending to think over a long and hard decision, "that works too." she said with a grin.

Harry rolled his eyes, "no, Burke... the king of the ground, considering I am, in face lying on the ground." Angel couldn't miss the cheeky grin on his face.

Angel laughed and stood to her feet with a slight grunt as she stood; with a wave of her wand she conjured a couch. Just as Harry stood to his feet, Angel pushed him onto the couch and sat back on his stomach, facing him. "There! Now, you're the king of the couch." she grinned.

Harry smiled, "you're still the queen of the Harry." his chest gave another lurch, 'I wish...' he thought to himself.

Angel laughed, "I am always the queen of the Harry!" she looked down, 'Harry: sounds like Hairy... HE'S HARIY!'

Harry didn't take much notice of her snigger, which he never usually missed; he wouldn't have missed it if he hadn't have had another thought, 'I'd be her king forever if she'd be my qu- I think I've fallen for her.' He felt his heart race; his suspicions had come true; Harry Potter had fallen for Angel Burke; he didn't know how long he'd liked her for but something told him that he'd had a thing for her for a while and had just realized it now. He looked at Angel after a fair bit of silence, "I am always the king of the couch! I can lie on these things for ages!" he grinned, deeply hoping he hadn't been distracted for too long.

He swore Angel could tell he was thinking something; it was just a good thing she wasn't one to ask too many questions; he knew she would let him talk to her, this was a good thing for him in this situation that was for sure, "good to know Hai-Harry." she said with a grin.

"Hairy? I AM NOT HAIRY!" Harry yelled trying to keep a straight face.

Angel laughed and ruffled his hair, "you have hair, so you are hairy."

Oh the thoughts that were running through Harry's mind now; he couldn't control them; he was thinking some dirty things as well as clean; he wished Angel would rake her fingers through his hair and kiss him like there was no tomorrow, he wished he could hold her close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He made a face at Angel and ruffled her hair up; his breath almost caught in his lungs, 'so soft...' he thought; he swore he almost said it in a slight whisper; though he hoped he didn't. "You have hair too; so you're hairy as well." he said with a grin before realizing his fingers were still entwined with her hair, he slowly took his hand away.

"Okay then." Angel laughed.

Harry hoped he hadn't freaked her out or anything; either that or she was trolling him back for the times he'd trolled her previously. "We're both hairy!" he announced.

"Okay." Angel laughed again.

Harry looked at her, "okays." he said as though it were a verb and laughed.

Angel looked at him confused, "GAH! Stop confusing me!" he laughed.

Harry looked at her, "Confusing! Stop laughing me. Gah!" he said, knowing this would confuse her more.

"Harry!" said Angel as she gently hit his chest playfully. "Stop!" she yelled though a laugh, drawing her words out so they were lengthened.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at her, "that was my breast! What did I do to deserve such treatment!"

Angel laughed, "Everything." she paused for a moment and grinned at him, "kidding." she said and petted his chest. "Better?" she sniggered.

Harry looked at her amused, "why are you petting my chest?" so many thoughts were running through his mind right now; he swore she was almost turning him on. 'If only this were in a serious surrounding...' he thought to himself and shook the thought out of his mind.

"It's squishy." Angel grinned.

"Squishy?" Harry laughed; he was truly intrigued by this, "how is my chest squishy?" he laughed.

Angel grinned and poked his chest. "It just is."

"Oh really?" he sniggered with both eyebrows raised. 'I think hers would be squishier but I can't exactly prove it... as much as... no, Harry. Stop thinking this way.'

Angel grinned, "yes, really." she couldn't help but laugh.

"How is this?" Harry asked wondering how it is she found his chest squishy.