Harry was confused by the new feelings that Draco was arousing in
him. He wanted to protect Draco from anything that might cause him harm,
and more than that he wanted to make him happy. Was he in love? He'd had
no experience in real, romantic love. True Cho had kissed him, once, but
he'd never felt anything like what he now felt toward his Blonde room mate
before. He needed guidance, and since he couldn't see himself asking
Hermione for advice on something of this nature he decided to turn to the
one other person he felt might be able to help him, Mrs. Weasley.
Since Draco was taking his afternoon nap he went looking for her. He found her 15 minutes later busily tossing gnomes.
"Ah, Mrs. Weasley could I talk with you for a minute."
"Of course you can Harry, anytime. You know that." She looked at him and noted his troubled expression. "What's the matter Harry?"
"Well, how do you, that is, when you like someone, but you don't know... what I mean to say is..."
Molly Weasley chuckled to herself. She had thought this might happen ever since Ron had come home from St. Mungo's with the story of how Harry had been brushing that "git" Malfoy's hair. Add to that the fact that the Malfoy boy for some reason couldn't sleep peacefully unless Harry was in the room and it became even more likely. The room that she'd put them in was clean but small with room for only one bed and so they'd had to share it. She trusted Harry of course. He wouldn't take unfair advantage of the other boy. Anyway having them share a bed had given surprisingly good results. Harry had become more cheerful than she'd seen him in months, and young Mr. Malfoy was starting to talk again.
"Well Harry I've always felt that where matters of the heart are concerned it's best to be honest with the other person. Of course you don't want to just blurt out how you feel either. It's very easy to scare the other person off if you move too quickly."
"So how do I let him... I mean, that is...the other person know then?"
Molly grinned. She had caught Harry's slip of the tongue. "So how long have you felt this way about young Malfoy?"
Harry almost jumped out of his walking chair. "W-who said anything about Malfoy?"
"It's alright to have feelings Harry. I've noticed how you look at him when you think no one is watching, and you've been calling him Draco for the past two months at least."
"You mean you don't think it's sick or something?"
"Harry dear love is never sick. It just is. The muggle world may not accept same sex love, and you may raise a few eyebrows in the wizarding world as well, but I will support you, as I'm sure will Arthur."
"But, but Ron.."
"Ron will accept the situation in time Harry. Just be patient with him."
The rock in front of her began to ring. "You'd best go in now. He's awake and will be looking for you."
Harry turned his walking chair round and headed back toward the house, and his love.
Since Draco was taking his afternoon nap he went looking for her. He found her 15 minutes later busily tossing gnomes.
"Ah, Mrs. Weasley could I talk with you for a minute."
"Of course you can Harry, anytime. You know that." She looked at him and noted his troubled expression. "What's the matter Harry?"
"Well, how do you, that is, when you like someone, but you don't know... what I mean to say is..."
Molly Weasley chuckled to herself. She had thought this might happen ever since Ron had come home from St. Mungo's with the story of how Harry had been brushing that "git" Malfoy's hair. Add to that the fact that the Malfoy boy for some reason couldn't sleep peacefully unless Harry was in the room and it became even more likely. The room that she'd put them in was clean but small with room for only one bed and so they'd had to share it. She trusted Harry of course. He wouldn't take unfair advantage of the other boy. Anyway having them share a bed had given surprisingly good results. Harry had become more cheerful than she'd seen him in months, and young Mr. Malfoy was starting to talk again.
"Well Harry I've always felt that where matters of the heart are concerned it's best to be honest with the other person. Of course you don't want to just blurt out how you feel either. It's very easy to scare the other person off if you move too quickly."
"So how do I let him... I mean, that is...the other person know then?"
Molly grinned. She had caught Harry's slip of the tongue. "So how long have you felt this way about young Malfoy?"
Harry almost jumped out of his walking chair. "W-who said anything about Malfoy?"
"It's alright to have feelings Harry. I've noticed how you look at him when you think no one is watching, and you've been calling him Draco for the past two months at least."
"You mean you don't think it's sick or something?"
"Harry dear love is never sick. It just is. The muggle world may not accept same sex love, and you may raise a few eyebrows in the wizarding world as well, but I will support you, as I'm sure will Arthur."
"But, but Ron.."
"Ron will accept the situation in time Harry. Just be patient with him."
The rock in front of her began to ring. "You'd best go in now. He's awake and will be looking for you."
Harry turned his walking chair round and headed back toward the house, and his love.
