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Chapter 11: Spilling Secrets
"Harry!" exclaimed a startled Hermione as Harry burst into the Gryffindor common room, his face wet with tears. "What's wrong?"
"Not now Hermione!" Harry shrieked uncontrollably as he raced up the spiral staircase towards his dormitory. What else would you expect a boy who had just been rejected by his love to do? He slammed the door hard and flung himself face down on his bed, not bothering to drawn the curtains. He didn't want to talk to anybody but he didn't care who saw him cry. Draco didn't love him. and he probably still thought the Harry didn't really love him. Why was he hiding so much? The truthfulness potion didn't lie. Shadow's potions never failed (or at least Harry had always heard) and Draco had proclaimed his love to him. Did he not hear himself as he professed his true feelings or was he still covering up? The hurt panged deep in his heart. Why did Draco have to be a Slytherin? Why did he even have to be a Malfoy? Harry practically knew that if Draco hadn't been either of those things, he wouldn't be fighting so bad. But then again, Draco wouldn't be the Draco that he was in love with..
Suddenly he felt someone sink onto his bed by his side and rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Tough time mate?" came Ron's soft whisper.
Harry just buried his face deeper into the pillow. 'You don't know the half of it Ron so just leave me alone!' he was screaming in his brain the last part, while almost mourning the first thought.
But Ron, as if reading his mind said slowly, after a big gulp, "I know where you went, I saw Shadow come in here and give you the potion. but I knew before then..
Harry finally raised his head. Wiping away his tears he blinked hard up at him. Ron's red hair seeed blurred through his still teary eyes but Harry could tell that beneath the hair Ron was wearing a very worried expression. "How?" Harry said shortly, hoping again hope that more tears wouldn't spill down his front. His best friend didn't need to see him like this. but then again, he was a best friend, and friends are supposed to comfort one another.
"I see the way you look at Malfoy. in Potion's class you can barely take your eyes off the bloody fool," but Ron stopped suddenly at the look of hurt that fled across Harry's eyes. He'd better refrain from insulting Malfoy if he really wanted to comfort his friend, whether or not he liked whom Harry had deemed worthy to fall in love with. "But. I just have to tell you that. well Harry, he's just not worth your time --"
"You just don't understand Ron! I love him!" Harry exclaimed breathlessly, more tears filling his eyes. Ron wouldn't understand, he didn't need to yell at him.. But then again Ron didn't to be telling him who to and not to fall in love with.
Ron's face paled slightly. He looked as though he was under an enormous strain. His eyes were shiny, as though he too were about to cry. Why? Surely he wasn't feeling Harry's pain as strongly as Harry felt his own.?
"I'm sorry Ron, I didn't mean to yell at you," Harry said softly. "It's just that, how would you feel to be rejected by the one you finally decided to fall in love with?" Harry knew (or at least thought he knew) that Ron hadn't a clue what that felt like. The only girl he had been turned down by that Harry knew about was Fleur Delacour and Ron was by no means truly in love with her.
Ron shook his head, his lipped pressed together so that they formed a thin white line. His face looked grave. "It's just I'm sure that you'll find another Harry. someone who loves you just as much as you love them." here he trailed off.
Harry stared up at him. What did Ron know about love? As much as Harry thought Ron's advice didn't seem so far fetched, even at the moment, he was in no mood to take advice from his forever loveless friend. "You don't know that." He spit bitterly at him, and rolled over and flung his face back into his pillow.
Ron made no response for several minutes before Harry heard him breath. "I can only hope." He said it so softly that Harry almost stirred and loved up at him, but he didn't. He couldn't. Then Harry felt a breath very close on his neck, and then on his ear as the voice continued to whisper. "I have a crush on you Harry Potter."
A/N: Yes, that's all for now folks.sorry it took so long, but I was trying to figure out who I really wanted to be the one. and you see my decision. Well thanks for tuning in yet again. I'll try to get another chapter up sooner next time.
Chapter 11: Spilling Secrets
"Harry!" exclaimed a startled Hermione as Harry burst into the Gryffindor common room, his face wet with tears. "What's wrong?"
"Not now Hermione!" Harry shrieked uncontrollably as he raced up the spiral staircase towards his dormitory. What else would you expect a boy who had just been rejected by his love to do? He slammed the door hard and flung himself face down on his bed, not bothering to drawn the curtains. He didn't want to talk to anybody but he didn't care who saw him cry. Draco didn't love him. and he probably still thought the Harry didn't really love him. Why was he hiding so much? The truthfulness potion didn't lie. Shadow's potions never failed (or at least Harry had always heard) and Draco had proclaimed his love to him. Did he not hear himself as he professed his true feelings or was he still covering up? The hurt panged deep in his heart. Why did Draco have to be a Slytherin? Why did he even have to be a Malfoy? Harry practically knew that if Draco hadn't been either of those things, he wouldn't be fighting so bad. But then again, Draco wouldn't be the Draco that he was in love with..
Suddenly he felt someone sink onto his bed by his side and rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Tough time mate?" came Ron's soft whisper.
Harry just buried his face deeper into the pillow. 'You don't know the half of it Ron so just leave me alone!' he was screaming in his brain the last part, while almost mourning the first thought.
But Ron, as if reading his mind said slowly, after a big gulp, "I know where you went, I saw Shadow come in here and give you the potion. but I knew before then..
Harry finally raised his head. Wiping away his tears he blinked hard up at him. Ron's red hair seeed blurred through his still teary eyes but Harry could tell that beneath the hair Ron was wearing a very worried expression. "How?" Harry said shortly, hoping again hope that more tears wouldn't spill down his front. His best friend didn't need to see him like this. but then again, he was a best friend, and friends are supposed to comfort one another.
"I see the way you look at Malfoy. in Potion's class you can barely take your eyes off the bloody fool," but Ron stopped suddenly at the look of hurt that fled across Harry's eyes. He'd better refrain from insulting Malfoy if he really wanted to comfort his friend, whether or not he liked whom Harry had deemed worthy to fall in love with. "But. I just have to tell you that. well Harry, he's just not worth your time --"
"You just don't understand Ron! I love him!" Harry exclaimed breathlessly, more tears filling his eyes. Ron wouldn't understand, he didn't need to yell at him.. But then again Ron didn't to be telling him who to and not to fall in love with.
Ron's face paled slightly. He looked as though he was under an enormous strain. His eyes were shiny, as though he too were about to cry. Why? Surely he wasn't feeling Harry's pain as strongly as Harry felt his own.?
"I'm sorry Ron, I didn't mean to yell at you," Harry said softly. "It's just that, how would you feel to be rejected by the one you finally decided to fall in love with?" Harry knew (or at least thought he knew) that Ron hadn't a clue what that felt like. The only girl he had been turned down by that Harry knew about was Fleur Delacour and Ron was by no means truly in love with her.
Ron shook his head, his lipped pressed together so that they formed a thin white line. His face looked grave. "It's just I'm sure that you'll find another Harry. someone who loves you just as much as you love them." here he trailed off.
Harry stared up at him. What did Ron know about love? As much as Harry thought Ron's advice didn't seem so far fetched, even at the moment, he was in no mood to take advice from his forever loveless friend. "You don't know that." He spit bitterly at him, and rolled over and flung his face back into his pillow.
Ron made no response for several minutes before Harry heard him breath. "I can only hope." He said it so softly that Harry almost stirred and loved up at him, but he didn't. He couldn't. Then Harry felt a breath very close on his neck, and then on his ear as the voice continued to whisper. "I have a crush on you Harry Potter."
A/N: Yes, that's all for now folks.sorry it took so long, but I was trying to figure out who I really wanted to be the one. and you see my decision. Well thanks for tuning in yet again. I'll try to get another chapter up sooner next time.