Do I really like him? Is this a crush? Am I straight? Harry thought of all this in his bed at night. Maybe he likes me. He blushed when I talked to him. Not what he, or any other straight guys, would do. Definitely not. Oh my gosh, I should really stop thinking about him. What about the sparks?
It was just like when I got the wand that was destinied for me. Maybe he is the one destinied for me.
To tired to think any further, Harry drifted to sleep.