Yo! ...I regret posting the previous chapter. Now I've got a bunch of people thinking I don't know how the fucking moon works. I've been researching astronomy on and off for the past fifteen years. Harry however, hasn't. Anyway, thank you to all readers so far!
Warning: sort of slash but not really?
*Sixth or seventh year*
"A-are you kidding me!?"
"...Why would I joke about something like this?"
"I dunno, maybe cause you're you? I mean, that's a damn...random thing to just-just come out and-and declare!"
"I do not recall making any sort of...declaration."
"...You broke into the castle and snuck all the way up Gryffindor Tower to tell me that you love me, and you don't think that's a declaration?"
"No? ...I do not see why you are so upset. I merely stated an obvious fact."
"I...really don't think 'obvious' and 'fact' are the right words to be using in this particular, er-instance."
"Then how would you describe it?"
"...An unsightly, unnecessary, and unwelcome display of emoti-wait, don't cry, dammit! ...Damn, fine." Harry reached out and took the other man's hand. "C'mon, let's go talk to Snape. He'll make this all better...if he knows what's good for him," he finished in an undertone.
When the other man said nothing, simply going along with him contently, Harry dragged the fingers of his free hand through his hair, annoyed. "Merlin, why did we decide dosing Voldemort in a love potion was a good idea again? ...Why did Luna have to involve me in her experiment!?"
*I know love potions very likely wouldn't work on Voldy. Don't get all uppity on me. It's just a funny little thought that came to me. Anyway, that's it for now. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!