'I hate the fact that you

run on my mind, all damn day.

There she goes.'

-Someday, Peach Tree Rascals

Her brown eyes are the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up in the morning.

Shortly afterwards, in between fumbling out of his bedsheets and blindly stumbling into the washroom, he thinks of how her curly hair frames her entire face perfectly. And as his emerald green eyes stare into his reflection in the mirror, he mumbles out the same words he's said ever since he came to his world-shattering realization.

"I hate how she's always running through my mind."

He didn't actually hate her, of course, but Harry didn't know how he came to the conclusion that he was in love with his best friend. In between the many coffee meetups on their breaks and the late night movie sessions where they'd order take out and stay up til the sun rose in the morning, it seemed lie everything fell into place and it was as if he had been blind his whole life and someone showed him exactly what a rainbow looked like.

In a way, he thought as he spat out the minty toothpaste in his mouth, he realized he might have always loved her from the moment they met. From that very first trip to Hogwarts on that scarlet steam-train, he should've known his feelings would've come to grow into what he felt now.

Damn those Dursleys. Stunting his emotional growth. If it weren't for them, he might have realized sooner, and he could've avoided wasting his bloody time, chasing after Cho!

That wasn't to say that he regretted being with Ginny. He enjoyed the short time they had together, and at the end of the war, when she came out, holding hands with lovely little Luna, he had been the first to embrace the both of them.

He sighed, running a hand through his trimmed beard. He'd never admit it to anyone, but when a buzzed Hermione had whispered that she loved how he looked with his facial hair, he found himself refusing to ever fully shave it off.

A quick Tempus charm showed he had about 15 minutes to make it to the Auror offices, and he shook his head and quickly dashed out of the washroom to get changed into his uniform. It just wouldn't do for Harry Potter, The-Man-Who-Conquered, and the up and coming Senior Auror to be late because he was too busy daydreaming about his best friend. And after a speedy check to make sure he had everything he needed on him, he quietly apparated away.

"There you are Potter. Weasley and I thought you might be skipping out on this exciting day of paperwork!"

If someone had told him during his years at Hogwarts that he and Ron would become good friends with Draco Malfoy of all people, they would've either laughed at the absurdity of it or stunned the person who said it and take them to Madame Pomfrey to see if they'd been cursed.

But here they all were, in Harry's office, Draco having kicked up his legs onto his desk, with Ron sitting in the plush office chair opposite if him, a copy of the latest Daily Prophet in his hands.

"Yeah," Ron spoke. "It's looking to be a pretty slow day. Robbards just closed our main investigation on the reports of a new Pureblood Supremacist movement." Harry's eyes widened at that.

"Why the hell did he do that?"

"Well, we found out that all the reports were coming from one guy wanting to ruin the lives of his competitors." Ron shrugged his shoulders, and Harry watched as his eyes scanned over the latest Quidditch scores. "He's got the legal department tearing him to shreds right now, so I don't envy the poor bloke."

Harry sighed, and flopped down into the remaining chair, running his hand over his face. "I am not looking forward to the after action report I'm going to have to write up for that shite. What a mess."

Draco shifted his legs off the desk, and leaned his arms on it. "Speaking of mess, what's up with you mate? You look like you've got something on your mind." Harry silently grimaced, hating how observant he was. Then again, being observant comes with being an Auror.

Ron snorted, and opened his mouth before Harry could get a word out. "More like someone on his mind," he mumbled. Both Draco and Harry snapped and looked towards him, and Ron looked back with an almost disinterested look in his eyes. "Come off it mate, I've been telling you that I've been alright with it for months. Hell, I'm telling you right now to GO for HER."

Harry rubbed his face violently. "And I've been telling you for months that it's not that easy. For Merlin's sake Ron, she's seeing Davies, and has been for nearly a year now!"

Ron fired back. "And yet I've never seen her smile as wide as she does with you when she's with him, or laugh as hard as she does when she's with you! You don't see how she looks at you mate, you are her world! She's happier with you than she is with him!"

Harry's temper slowly began to rise, and his voice raised to the point where he was absentmindedly glad that all Auror offices were equipped with silencing wards automatically. "And do you know how guilty I feel when you say things like that?! He loves her for fucks sake!"

"SO DO YOU!" Ron yelled back, surging to his feet to meet Harry halfway. Draco watched this all, his mouth hanging slightly open, eyes darting back and forth like he was watching a tennis game. "You loved her for years, longer before he did-before I ever did!"

"Wait wait wait," Draco cut in at this point. He held up his hands, and looked at the two. "Just so we're clear, who the hell are we even talking about?!"

The two gave Draco a look filled with pure apathy, it almost made him shiver. He held his ground, his left eyebrow raised to further push his question. Ron broke first, letting out an explosive sigh before responding.

"I have no idea how you never noticed, but it's Hermione we're talking about."

"Wait, Granger? You mean to tell me you aren't dating her?" Harry gave him a dumbfounded frown, before opening his mouth to speak.

"Yeah...she's been dating Davies-didn't I say that already?" He turned to look at Ron, seeing an equally as confused look on his face as well.

"I don't pay attention to Davies, you both know that already," Draco started. "Besides, what was I supposed to think? Our whole school years aside, I've seen you two do just about everything together, from arriving at the office Christmas parties together, to taking walks around Muggle London, to going out to have dinner at, oh you know, the Golden Cuirass, which is only the best wizarding restaurant this side of the planet?!" Draco let out a mighty huff after this. "Tell me, after all that, how I wasn't supposed to think you two weren't already madly in love with each other."

Harry sank back into his chair, his head in his hands. He heard a heavy set of footsteps approach him, and he felt a hand land gently on his shoulder. He looked up, and saw Ron crouching in front him.

"Harry...you have to tell her. You can't keep this in forever, I know you know that."

"I will," he whispered back. "Just not now, but I will." He stood up at this, and began walking to the door, intending to grab some fresh air. He stopped right before it, and turned his head slightly to see his two friends sending him looks of concern and sympathy. He whispered out one last word before he disappeared from their view, both hearing it loud and clear.

"Someday."

They both just hoped that someday would come soon enough.

Woo! First chapter done! There's a few tweaks I needed to do so if you're a little confused, it was me just futzing around with it.

Stay Safe everyone!

-Hoodini