"Then... you like Henry," Harry said slowly.
Ron nodded his ears turning red. "I think I do anyway. What should I do!?"
"I don't know Ron."
"Will he hate me?" Ron asked.
"I don't know Ron."
"Would you hate me?" Ron asked. "If I liked you in that way?"
A strange look crossed Harry's face.
"Not that I do of course!" Ron said quickly.
The look went away. "No," Harry answered honestly.
"I'm sure you don't really like Henry," Harry said awkwardly. "Just go to sleep. You'll get over it tomorrow."
Ron nodded. "Thanks Harry." He went back to his bed.
Even though Harry had been very very sleepy only a few minutes ago, he couldn't go back to sleep.
He sat up and waited for Henry.
-Half hour later-
"Hey Harry," Henry whispered when he slipped into the dorm. "What are you doing up so late? Are you okay?"
Harry thought if he looked not okay, Henry was even less okay. His face was white and his hands were shaking.
"Can't sleep," Harry said. "What are you doing up so late? You look tired."
Henry yawned. "I am sort of sleepy. Good night Harry."
Henry stuffed some rolls of parchment into his trunk and crawled into bed.
Harry didn't move.
"Good night Harry."
"Oh... yeah. Good night Henry."
-Next morning-
"Pst! Pst! Wake up!"
Harry turned and mumbled. "Shut up. I'm trying to sleep."
"Oh wake up already!" The person knocked on the window glass loudly.
Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What are you trying to do Ron? Break the window?"
He looked around and saw that Ron was still asleep. Confused, he turned to the window. A small grinning face stared back at him. Harry jumped.
"Who are you?"
But the boy just pointed at the window. "Open up!"
Harry shook his head. "I can't do that!"
"Why not?" the boy looked angry and clenched his fingers into a fist. He was going to punch the window.
"Don't do that!" Harry yelled. "How stupid are you?" He hopped off the bed and opened to window.
The boy jumped and landed on his hands and feet like a cat. "Thanks. What's your name?"
"Harry," Harry looked at the boy. His face looked familiar but Harry couldn't remember who he looked like. "Who are you? And what are you doing here!?"
"My name is... Henry."
Ron nodded his ears turning red. "I think I do anyway. What should I do!?"
"I don't know Ron."
"Will he hate me?" Ron asked.
"I don't know Ron."
"Would you hate me?" Ron asked. "If I liked you in that way?"
A strange look crossed Harry's face.
"Not that I do of course!" Ron said quickly.
The look went away. "No," Harry answered honestly.
"I'm sure you don't really like Henry," Harry said awkwardly. "Just go to sleep. You'll get over it tomorrow."
Ron nodded. "Thanks Harry." He went back to his bed.
Even though Harry had been very very sleepy only a few minutes ago, he couldn't go back to sleep.
He sat up and waited for Henry.
-Half hour later-
"Hey Harry," Henry whispered when he slipped into the dorm. "What are you doing up so late? Are you okay?"
Harry thought if he looked not okay, Henry was even less okay. His face was white and his hands were shaking.
"Can't sleep," Harry said. "What are you doing up so late? You look tired."
Henry yawned. "I am sort of sleepy. Good night Harry."
Henry stuffed some rolls of parchment into his trunk and crawled into bed.
Harry didn't move.
"Good night Harry."
"Oh... yeah. Good night Henry."
-Next morning-
"Pst! Pst! Wake up!"
Harry turned and mumbled. "Shut up. I'm trying to sleep."
"Oh wake up already!" The person knocked on the window glass loudly.
Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What are you trying to do Ron? Break the window?"
He looked around and saw that Ron was still asleep. Confused, he turned to the window. A small grinning face stared back at him. Harry jumped.
"Who are you?"
But the boy just pointed at the window. "Open up!"
Harry shook his head. "I can't do that!"
"Why not?" the boy looked angry and clenched his fingers into a fist. He was going to punch the window.
"Don't do that!" Harry yelled. "How stupid are you?" He hopped off the bed and opened to window.
The boy jumped and landed on his hands and feet like a cat. "Thanks. What's your name?"
"Harry," Harry looked at the boy. His face looked familiar but Harry couldn't remember who he looked like. "Who are you? And what are you doing here!?"
"My name is... Henry."