They all sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, quietly doing their work, and
Harry couldn't concentrate. He kept thinking madly about the girl who sat
beside him... Persephone. He kept looking at her and then looking down. And
then doing it over and over again. He just couldn't help it. He loved her.
Ron kept looking over at Harry, who seemed to be making quick glances at Persephone, and then looking back down. 'Clearly he's fallen for her.' Ron thought, watching Harry do it again. 'No wonder. Persephone has such beauty and grace... Ohh! I dropped my quill.' Ron thought, ducking under the table. When he looked, he couldn't believe his eyes. Harry's leg was intertwined with Persephone, and their hands were laced together. 'Figures..' Ron thought. Ron quickly emerged from his temporary concealment. "Harry! My God, you two make me sick! Why don't you just start snogging in front of the whole common room! My GOSH! Your legs and hands are intertwined, and Harry you keep looking at her like she's a GODDESS!" Ron shouted at them, making them jump slightly.
"I don't like her and she doesn't like me, RON!" Harry stated plainly. He looked around at the people who seemed to be staring at them. "What are all of you looking at? There isn't ANYTHING to be SEEN!" he yelled, and with that, picked up his books, and stormed off.
"That's right, Harry, you just keep telling yourself that..." Ron said, almost as an afterthought. 'He knows that he was lying to me just then, but he's just too afraid to admit that he actually fell in love with someone. But I know that I'd say the same to him if he said that I'm in love with Hermione. Which, I'm not....I don't think....'Ron thought, screwing up his face and looking around at the people that were on the sides of him. "I think I'll head upstairs, too... To see what's the matter with Harry..." He said gathering his things and making a beeline for the dormitory steps. He quickly walked up to see Harry on his bed, nonetheless, pouting. "Harry, I'm really sorry for what happened down there. I mean, you kept looking at her.. And, you held her hand, and Harry, why are you so in denial? Huh?!" he asked abruptly.
"In denial am I.... Sort of like you. Just because you can fall in love with Hermione doesn't mean that I can't fall in love too. I am not sure what it is that I am in with Persephone... But I've never felt it before." He said, looking up at Ron, looking extremely serious.
"What does it feel like. I feel like... like I want to take Hermione and hold her... hold her to the end of time... NOT! I feel like nothing is ever going to go wrong, that she's perfect.. Smart, pretty, totally awesome, and just.. perfect." Ron said, now looking serious. "I think I'll lie down now... If you need to talk, just say something.. There's a guarantee that I'll hear it... And Harry... Don't tell anyone about the whole Hermione thing. You are the only one who knows." He said, looking at Harry nodding and all of the other sleeping boys. He rushed over and turned the lights out, and changed into his pajamas.
Harry lie in his bed, already in his pajamas. He felt he needed to ask Ron something. "Ron..?" he asked.
"Yes?" Ron said, slightly irritable. He had just dozed off. But he did promise Harry.
"How do you fall in love...?" Harry said, puzzled.
"I dunno... I guess it's just... automatic... You just know you're in love, and you love that one person forever... Until the end of time." Ron said, and with that, went to sleep.
Harry lie there and thought about it. 'Then I am in love with her...' he thought, and not wanting to wake Ron again, stayed asleep.
Ron kept looking over at Harry, who seemed to be making quick glances at Persephone, and then looking back down. 'Clearly he's fallen for her.' Ron thought, watching Harry do it again. 'No wonder. Persephone has such beauty and grace... Ohh! I dropped my quill.' Ron thought, ducking under the table. When he looked, he couldn't believe his eyes. Harry's leg was intertwined with Persephone, and their hands were laced together. 'Figures..' Ron thought. Ron quickly emerged from his temporary concealment. "Harry! My God, you two make me sick! Why don't you just start snogging in front of the whole common room! My GOSH! Your legs and hands are intertwined, and Harry you keep looking at her like she's a GODDESS!" Ron shouted at them, making them jump slightly.
"I don't like her and she doesn't like me, RON!" Harry stated plainly. He looked around at the people who seemed to be staring at them. "What are all of you looking at? There isn't ANYTHING to be SEEN!" he yelled, and with that, picked up his books, and stormed off.
"That's right, Harry, you just keep telling yourself that..." Ron said, almost as an afterthought. 'He knows that he was lying to me just then, but he's just too afraid to admit that he actually fell in love with someone. But I know that I'd say the same to him if he said that I'm in love with Hermione. Which, I'm not....I don't think....'Ron thought, screwing up his face and looking around at the people that were on the sides of him. "I think I'll head upstairs, too... To see what's the matter with Harry..." He said gathering his things and making a beeline for the dormitory steps. He quickly walked up to see Harry on his bed, nonetheless, pouting. "Harry, I'm really sorry for what happened down there. I mean, you kept looking at her.. And, you held her hand, and Harry, why are you so in denial? Huh?!" he asked abruptly.
"In denial am I.... Sort of like you. Just because you can fall in love with Hermione doesn't mean that I can't fall in love too. I am not sure what it is that I am in with Persephone... But I've never felt it before." He said, looking up at Ron, looking extremely serious.
"What does it feel like. I feel like... like I want to take Hermione and hold her... hold her to the end of time... NOT! I feel like nothing is ever going to go wrong, that she's perfect.. Smart, pretty, totally awesome, and just.. perfect." Ron said, now looking serious. "I think I'll lie down now... If you need to talk, just say something.. There's a guarantee that I'll hear it... And Harry... Don't tell anyone about the whole Hermione thing. You are the only one who knows." He said, looking at Harry nodding and all of the other sleeping boys. He rushed over and turned the lights out, and changed into his pajamas.
Harry lie in his bed, already in his pajamas. He felt he needed to ask Ron something. "Ron..?" he asked.
"Yes?" Ron said, slightly irritable. He had just dozed off. But he did promise Harry.
"How do you fall in love...?" Harry said, puzzled.
"I dunno... I guess it's just... automatic... You just know you're in love, and you love that one person forever... Until the end of time." Ron said, and with that, went to sleep.
Harry lie there and thought about it. 'Then I am in love with her...' he thought, and not wanting to wake Ron again, stayed asleep.