When I started this chapter I wasn't sure where I was going to end up, I just knew where I wanted too. I surprised myself with this chapter. But I hope you all like it. Gets a little mushy. But thats okay mushy can be good every once and a while.
You Make Me Happy
When Oliver saw Harry's face he stopped grinning and got a look of deep concern on his face.
"Harry. Harry what's wrong. Come in. Sit down. What's wrong?" Oliver said ushering Harry in.
"Nothing." Harry said quietly. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Um. It's not important. Are you okay?"
"Sort of. No I'm Not." Harry Said.
"What happened?"
Well, I was in the prefects shower room…" Harry Began.
"I noticed." Wood said and ran his hand through Harry's wet hair.
"Malfoy came in; he didn't know I was there. He said things about my parents. I just wish I could forget. It's so frustrating. I can't stand it. I wish everyone would forget. It's not fair." Harry's face gave away and tears started to fall. Oliver sat next to Harry on the couch and put his arm around him.
"I don't know if people will ever forget. But I know everything will be fine. My problems seem so frivolous compared to your, but what I do is talk to someone who makes me happy and then my problems don't seem so bad." Oliver's face looked strange to Harry; he looked much older and wiser.
"You make me happy." Harry said affectionately.
"You make me happy, too, Harry." Oliver scooted closer to Harry and held him tighter. After a long pause Oliver continued talking. "Harry, I think I love you." Harry looked at Oliver in disbelief and then looked away.
"I have to go." Harry got up and ran for the door.
"Wait, Harry. STOP."
"No Professor Wood. Goodbye." Harry said and left the room, and sprinted back to Gryffindor common room, wiping his tears away before walking through the door.
"Hey, Harry. What did ol' Professor Wood want?" Ron asked lightly.
"Nothing. I'm going to bed, good night." Harry replied.
"Harry, wait. Harry!" Hermoine yelled. When Harry turned to look at her, she continued. "Is something wrong?"
"No offence but you just wouldn't understand. Goodnight." Harry climbed the stairs to the dormitory.
"Ron. Go talk to him. Please." Hermoine pleaded.
"No Hermoine. When he's like this he likes to be alone. Trust me." Ron said starring at the staircase.
"I do trust you." Hermoine said and put her arm around Ron's waist. "When do you think we should tell him that were…?"
"Snogging. Never. I'm not sure he'll ever understand." Ron replied.
AN: Umm. I know its short but whatcha think? I would love to know. Replies are my life… Okay not really but they make me smile. Please Please Review. BTW. The next chapter is ready. So as soon as I get a review I will post it.