day v. you
Oh, I need a cure
Just a little bit of you.
oOo
Though he'd already settled the whole ordeal with Ron and Hermione, Harry still wasn't quite sure if he understood what exactly the whole ordeal was. He'd stopped feeling depressed for the past few days, but there wasn't any closure.
He felt as if something was missing, and, as he found out, that was an arguably bad feeling when everyone around you's being happy.
At the very least, he'd gone back to observing his hormonal interest, only he wasn't sure if he could continue calling him that. The past few days have come to show that obviously Malfoy meant more to him than a hormonal interest, and Harry wasn't comfortable with the idea one bit.
He didn't know what he needed, or maybe he just didn't want what he needed. Which was weird and kind of paradoxical, because the very reason why he needed this was because he wanted it in the first place. But now it came to the point that whether he liked it or not, he needed this.
Whatever this was.
"Oh, you know, Harry." Hermione said one time during the walk to Charms. She didn't say it in the way you say 'you know' when you're going to tell someone a piece of information, which was weird because she usually used it that way. No, the way she used it was to actually tell someone, that someone being Harry, that he knows something.
"You just don't want to admit it."
oOo
A pale hand comes down to wrap around an unknowing fork.
All at once, Harry imagined that hand to wrap around other things. He quickly coughed, looking around in paranoia.
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione said, looking at him with maternal concern.
"Yeah," Harry said. He noticed that Ron, who was beside him, was avoiding his gaze. "Are you alright, mate?" he said, putting his hand on Ron's shoulder.
Ron gave a slight smile, blushing. "I saw that, mate," and Harry knew that Ron knew what he was talking about, since he wrapped his hand around a fork as well, but Harry didn't get any disturbing thoughts about Ron (thank God). "I have a hunch," Ron grinned, "I only hope I'm wrong."
Harry was blushing furiously by now, and Hermione, having judged that it wasn't really that serious, rolled her eyes.
"You should do something about this, Harry," Hermione said seriously.
"About what?" Harry replied, frowning because he knew where this was leading to.
"You know what we're talking about, mate." said Ron, grinning. "You should do something. This thing between you and Malfoy can't stay this way forever. You have to act on it some time. This unresolved sexual tension is getting on everyone's nerves."
Hermione nodded her agreement. "You have our full support, Harry. We don't mind you with Malfoy."
"But mind," Ron added, "if he hurts you, we'll be the first to sock him, okay?"
Harry stared at his friends. And suddenly, and gradually, what this was reached home, and he smiled.
"Okay."