A/N: this is a joke don't come at me bro
also this takes place in harry's 5th year
Harry had a long-term crush on one of his professors. Delores Umbridge to be precise. He knows he should hate her after all she's done to him he should despise her. And maybe he does. Maybe this is just Stockholm Syndrome's awful effects. Maybe all the feelings he's felt towards her this year have been a lie. Ah that's what it is he thought, all a lie. He didn't know though could these feelings be real?
"You look confused mate" Ron said soberly walking in on Harry's thinkings.
"Maybe I am" Harry responded
"Okay dang you don't have to snap at me" Ron said defensively
"Night Harry"
"Night Ron"
The two boys went to bed but Harry couldn't stop thinking of precious Umbridge.