Waiting for My Love by SClownzZzZz

Chapter Eight: Be Mine Valentine

Harry was sitting on the couch, once again, looking at the fireplace. He was never more bored in his life. Harry searched around the room trying to find something to entertain himself, but all he could think of was looking at the fire. He sighed, "This will have to do," he thought, before taking a seat in front of its blazing flames.

Harry's mind began to wander, "I wonder what Ron's doing," Harry thought glancing towards the window, "I wonder what's taking them so long."

It was then when Harry started to think about Draco, with his long blonde wavy hair and his irresistible odor. Harry quietly sighed, "Maybe Neville's right," he thought to himself, "Maybe I do love-"

The fire began to crackle; Harry quickly sprang to his feet and yanked his wand out of his right pocket. Whatever it was, Harry planned to attack.

To Harry's surprise, the fire formed a familiar face, why it was none other then-

"Harry my dear!" Mrs. Weasley spoke, "How have you been?"

"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry answered, his wand still pointed at her face.

"Now Harry, you don't need to point that thing at me," Mrs. Weasley replied, eyeing the wand that was twelve inches from her face.

"Oh, sorry," Harry spoke, feeling slightly embarrassed by his actions. He tucked the wand back into his pocket while taking a step closer to her.

"So," Harry spoke, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I came here to talk to you love," Mrs. Weasley responded, as cheery as ever.

"So you used floo power so you can have a conversation with me in the common room fireplace?" Harry asked, crouching down to her level.

"Why yes, of course," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"But-but how did you know that I'd be here?" Harry asked, unsure of whether or not he wanted to know the answer to that question.

"Well you're always here with your little boyfriend, Draco, is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked, smiling a mile wide.

Harry blushed, "He's not my boyfriend!" he shouted, "Now who told you that?"

"Well, no one exactly love," Mrs. Weasley responded, "I just assumed that since you were always with him-"

"Look, I don't like Draco, okay?" Harry replied, "He's not my one true love!"

"Of course dear," Mrs. Weasley spoke, "Whatever you say. Now, let's talk about something else, shall we?"

Harry walked over to the window and grabbed the bucket of water on the windowsill. He stepped closer and closer to the fireplace.

"Harry," Mrs. Weasley spoke, sounding more and more terrified with each step that he took, "You wouldn't really want to do that, now would you?"

"Draco is not my true love," Harry spoke turning red in the face, "And neither are you!"

Harry splashed the bucket of water into the fireplace. In seconds, Mrs. Weasley was gone.