Disclaimer: Harry and Co. belong to Ms. Rowling, and not to the insignificant girl who likes to…er… borrow them temporarily.
Rating: PG for now, but it will get from PG-13 to R in later chapters; WARNING, this WILL be slash!
The first chapter is kind of slow, sorry 'bout that but my muse seems to have left me.
I don't have any ideas for a plot now, if you want, talk to me on IM my s/n is silverdragons06, I need someone to test situations on. ::grins:: In other words, I need a guinea pig. Ugh, that sounds a little too, uh, ?squicky? doesn't it? One thing, this will be a Harry/Draco slash, and you won't make me change my mind! (other pairings welcomed, though).
What is Love?
Harry sat in the Common Room thinking, Divination homework forgotten on the table. Ron and Hermione were off to the side, arguing heatedly about the Potions essay. Dean and Seamus were playing chess, Neville was studying an herbology textbook, and God knows where the twins and Lee were. Suddenly, Harry stood. Abruptly, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. He blushed and mumbled something about "can't think" and "library", then left the Common Room. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then hurried to catch up with him.
When they caught sight of Harry, he was walking briskly toward the library.
"Harry!" Hermione called. He turned and waited for them to catch up. Hermione sensed that Harry was disturbed about something, so she motioned for Ron to be quiet.
When they reached the library, Madame Pince looked disapprovingly at them, but didn't say anything.
Harry sat sown at one of the study tables, Hermione and Ron on either side of him. Her was silent for a minute or two. Then he looked at Hermione and asked quietly, "How would you define love?"
She looked startled, Ron bewildered.
"Well Harry…," she began slowly. "I think that love is when you care a lot about someone and you enjoy being around them…" She bit her lower lip. "Are you alright Harry?" she asked worriedly. He gave her a tired smile. "What about you, Ron?"
Ron looked confused, but answered anyway. "I'm not quite sure. I agree with Hermione (A/N: ::gasps:: he actually agreed with Hermione?!) and I think that it's also when you want to protect them from anything bad happening…Are you sure you don't want to go see Madame Pomfrey? You've been acting strange over the past few weeks Harry."
"Ron, I'm fine, I just want some time alone to think. Is that okay with you guys?" He looked anxious.
"Sure Harry, take all the time you want," Hermione said reassuringly. "You would tell us if anything was wrong, though, wouldn't you?"
"Of course Hermione, you guys are my friends!" he said, a bit of the old Harry back, though inside he felt a little guilty at lying to his friends.
Well, I'm not really lying, He thought, I just need some time to think.
"That's good Harry. We'll be at the Common Room if you need us, okay?" He nodded. Before Ron and Hermione had even left the library, he was deep in thought again.
How will I ever tell them I'm gay?
