A/N. Hello again. Yeah, I know, I haven't updated for ages. I'm so sorry. Will you all please forgive me? So kind. Anyway. Oh yeah. I kind of forgot to mention what year this is set in. I actually have no idea. Probably fifth or sixth. Somewhere in that general area anyway. So, shall we get on with it?

Disclaimer – I don't own any of this stuff OK? Actually, I might invent one or two characters along the way, but that's beside the point. Anyway, shall I stop talking (or typing, if you're going to be pedantic) and get on with it, yay or nay! (That's where you all shout 'yay'. It means yes) (That bit was sort of Robin Hood, Men In Tights inspired).

Chapter two - The Hogwarts Express

Harry picked up Hedwig and proceeded to drag his trunk over to the train. His usual compartment at the back of the train was free. He stowed his luggage and sat down to wait for Ron and Hermione to join him. While he waited, he pulled out his photo of Steve Connor and gazed at it with a stupid expression on his face (A/N. What's new?).

It wasn't the best photo ever. Harry had nicked Colin Creevey's camera and taken it on the sly. He would have just asked if he could take Steve's picture, but he didn't want him to know that he liked him. What if Steve laughed at him? It then occurred to Harry that Steve was in seventh year, and so would be leaving at the end of the year. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! He'd have to get as many photos as possible before he left. While he was thinking about Steve leaving, and other similar gloomy things, Ron and Hermione walked in. Ron sat down next to Harry and peered over his shoulder at the photo.

"Whoa! He is like, so hot! Can I have a copy of that photo?"

Harry hit the roof. Literally. Meaning that he jumped (having not heard or noticed his two best friends enter the compartment) and sort of ended up plastered to the ceiling. After Ron and Hermione had managed to peel Harry off the roof, they sat him back down in his seat. Discussion of the photo of Steve Connor resumed.
"So yeah, can I have a copy?"

"Yeah sure. Isn't he completely dreamy?"

This conversation went on all day. Ron and Harry didn't even cease discussing the photo when the lunch trolley went by, so Hermione just bought a few things for them. Eventually she just had to know what was so dreamy about this guy.

"Look, when you two poufs have put your eyes back in, I'd like a look at that photo."

Harry looked up in surprise. He had just about forgotten Hermione. He handed over the photo and watched apprehensively as she scrutinized it closely.

"His nose is too big…and his eyes are too close together. All in all, I can't see what you two see in him."

Harry leapt to the defence of his idol.

"Yeah well, you're just a girl so you can't appreciate masculine beauty."

Hermione made a disgusted noise.

"Look you. Where I come from, it's considered normal for girls to like boys."

Ron stared.

"That is like, so weird. I mean, sure boys marry girls, but that's because girls are kind of like essential to the great uh…circle of life."

Hermione just greased him off and spent the rest of the trip in silence.The boys returned to their conversation.

Five minutes later, the train puller into Hogsmead.

Yeah. Well. That was pretty short. But you can review it anyway. Thanks! ;)