Harry sat there and looked down at the floor. He didn't know why, but he yearned to touch it. It looked so beautiful, so real, so.. majestic. He knew he loved it. He knew he could never love another thing as much as he loves this.
If there ever was perfection, it would be this floor, he thought, when suddenly he was interrupted.
"Whatcha up to, mate?" Came a voice, Harry knew to be Ron's.
"Nothing," Harry said, aggravated by the disruption.
"You know, I was on this Muggle website yesterday.. Potterzone, and there's this girl, a few actually, that ship you.. and.. me," he said, hopefully; he wanted Harry to love him.
"Ok," he said.
"And I- well, I just thought, it would be a good time to tell you that.. I love you,"
And Harry's cold, cruel laughter was all that could be heard, and this was the image he had in his head:
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For he could never love another as much as he loved his Floor.
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