An H/G Fic for you all........

[apolla]

I have been inspired to write a short H/G ficlet/drabble thing for you to enjoy. I hope you like it.....



Harry was moping. There was no other word for it. He was sprawled over his bed on his stomach and hadn’t moved now for thirty-six minutes. He was in love and it was killing him. It wasn’t really that he was in love, so much as it was who he was in love with.

What would Hermione say? What would Ron say? If he ever found out, Ron would kill him. Actually, first he'd torture him with garrotte wire and antiseptic before then killing him. If anyone found out, it would be open season on Potter. Malfoy would think it was Christmas come early. Voldemort would probably use the information against him. The Quidditch team would disown him. What would the Dursleys say? What would Rita Skeeter say? No. He had to keep it a secret. It was the only way.

***

He was dreaming. Dreaming of soft hands and softer lips, dreaming of whispered promises and declarations of love. Dreaming of love, desire and outright lust. In his dream he was unafraid. In his dream, he yelled his love from the top of the tower as everyone looked on. In his dream, his love returned the sentiment. He moved in his sleep and groaned quietly:

"I love you, George."

The End

I didn't say it was that H/G, did I? This was inspired by madness and She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named because I'm just that contrary. Congratulations dear, you inspired my first slashyness. Such as it is.

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Thanks. Certain events of the last day have put me in a very odd, somewhat eeeeevil mood.

Snark!