“Harry, you cannot be serious.”

“I am, and I mean to do it soon.”

“But-really, him, of all people?”

This is why I hadn’t told them right off the bat. Sure, best friends are usually the people you would tell your thoughts and plans to, but I knew it would go over like this.

Hermione stared at me with her big brown eyes and chewed on her ( Read more... )

The wind whispered through the wet grass, breathing cold mist onto his face. His head, laden with with dark curls of over-grown hair, bowed beneath the heavy, steel gray of the low sky. Across the chalky gravel of the road and behind a row of evergreen trees a clear creek quietly complained in its rocky bank. The fresh green of new grass stretched ( Read more... )

Short ficlet about Harry's addiction to his rival.
~1000 words
Rating: General
Written: June 2008

( Under the Stands )