Rating:
PG
House:
Riddikulus
Characters:
Harry Potter Gilderoy Lockhart Ron Weasley
Genres:
Humor Slash
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 07/11/2005
Updated: 07/11/2005
Words: 1,078
Chapters: 1
Hits: 367

I Think I'm in Love, but with Who?

Amani

Story Summary:
Gilderoy Lockhart arrives at Hogwarts after three years in St. Mungo's. He has got his memory back, partially atleast. So who does he see in the portrait? And pray tell, why does he fall in love with that person?

Posted:
07/11/2005
Hits:
367
Author's Note:
Well, my second fic...finally!! I'm not very good at this slashy stuff. So I haven't included any hot and heavy material. All the same, I hope you all like reading it... 'cause I loved writing it.

"Found it yet, Harry?"

"Nah, Ron. Still searching"

     Harry Potter and his best friend Ron Weasley had spent the whole evening in the broom closet on the third floor, looking for Ron's wand, which his brother's Fred and George had hidden away. And Ron was NOT liking it.

     "Why did the twins have to select such a scary place to hide my wand?", continued Ron, shuddering. " You know, there might be spiders here."

     "C'mon, Ron", replied Harry. "Atleast they told you where you could find it. Even after you told McGonagall about their Puking Pastilles, knowing very well how Fred and George can be about their precious creations."

     "Only because they slipped one in my Honeydukes bag," was the indignant reply. "Harry, I was drawing up towards Hermione to kiss her when I walloped the Butterbeer and Pumpkin Pie I had had earlier all over her face. She is still not talking to me."

     "Feel sorry for you, mate. But if I were in your place I would've thought twice before telling on those two."

     "How was I to know that I'll end up in a broom closet searching for my wand late into the night. Come to think of it Harry, it's really late, don't you think we should put on the Cloak and go back -- "

     "Shhhhh!"

     "What --"

     "I think I hear someone coming. Just stand in here real still till they go back"

     "But how will we know --"

     "We'll peek on them through this little crack here. C'mon now, they're coming in."

     Harry's sharp ears had been right. Someone was coming. This someone hadn't come in here since a long, long time; not since he had lost his memory, anyways. The door of the room containing the closet opened with a click, and in walked Gilderoy Lockhart.

     "Lockhart? --"

     "Shhh!"

     "Who's there?" called Gilderoy, hearing some whispers. Hearing nothing now, he assumed that it had been his imagination. He examined the tiny room, which had lit up brightly when he had walked in, and was bare except for a broom closet and --

     "A painting!" Gilderoy muttered to himself. He stared at a recatangle on the wall which was glowing as though it was reflecting the image of something very shiny. After he had got most of his memory back, Gilderoy had really taken a liking to paintings and photographs or as a matter of fact, anything colourful and moving.

     "A painting!" he repeated to himself, walking over to it. "And a portrait at that too," said he, looking into it, and when he did, he saw the most hadsome face he had ever seen. Golden hair, extending till an inch below the ears, and ocean-blue eyes shining brightly. Gilderoy's love interests, usually, weren't men but somehow, after looking at that face he felt like he could change that fact, forever.

     Another bristling from the broom closet interrupted the thoughts of the former Defence Against the Darks Arts teacher. "Who's there?" he called but once again, thinking it to be his imagination, he turned back to what he was doing - admiring that lovely face. Looking into it, he was suddenly reminded of his past, when he was leaving St. Mungo's after recovering, he had seen the same man in a portrait in one of the corridors there. Was he some famous mediwizard? Some important ex-Hogwarts teacher? A popular Ministry Member? ...Gilderoy didn't know, and frankly speaking, he didn't care. All he wanted was to meet him in person, and tell him how handsome he was; and finally, make him his own. But what if he himself was not good enough? Not hot enough? Gilderoy was suddenly hit with these worries, not having seen his own face after recovering from the memory loss. What if this man, whoever he was, doesn't like him? Would he be able to live with that? Something inside him answered in the negative. He had really fallen for this mystery man, really hard!

     Gilderoy thought about talking to the portrait; asking it if he was good looking. Atleast that way, he would know the man's decision already, before meeting him. But just then, another thought crossed his recently developed mind. Why hadn't the man in the portrait spoken to him? He had been staring at him for atleast the last quarter-hour. Surely, he must have noticed. But he still hadn't spoken. Does that mean that he doesn't want to talk to him; to know him? He stared at the portrait again and the man just stared back. Affirmative! So instead of talking to him, Gilderoy just kept staring at him, deep in thought. CRASH! This time Gilderoy was sure something or someone was hiding in the closet. He walked over and peered inside - nothing! But then, where had the noise come from? Maybe it was Peeves, out somewhere in the corridors throwing chamber pots or chandeliers or some other breakable thing. Gilderoy Lockhart may have lost his memory once, but he could never forget that irritating Poltergeist, who always shattered the glass of the self-portraits he (Gilderoy) had in his office, about three years ago. Ah, Peeves! Now, I'll get him thought Gilderoy, menacingly and prepared to go Peeves-hunting. But one look at the portrait in front of him, and he started having secong thoughts. Maybe he should let Peeves be, and instead spend some more time with this 'portrait'....But remembering those shattered pictures of himself, he decided to go and mark down Peeves. Looking at the 'portrait' for what he thought was the last time, Gilderoy Lockhart bent forwards and did something he never had done before, he kissed a portrait, or rather he kissed the portrait and walked out of the room.

     "Phew! I thought he'd find out, Harry. Good thing you threw the Invisibility Cloak over us before he came to investigate. Actually, I didn't even know you had brought it."

     "Neither did I, Ron. I just felt it inside my shirt and quickly covered us when Lockhart began to walk over here."

     "Another thing's puzzling me, mate. Did you see Lockart --"

     "Yeah. That was sooooo weird --"

     "But puzzling all the same --"

     "You're telling me --"

     "Yeah. I never thought I would ever see anybody who, especially Gilderoy Lockhart, to kiss a MIRROR!"


Author notes: Ha Ha. Liked the ending?
1) To all those people saying that Ron and Harry might be mistaken about it being a mirror - Well, they AREN'T!! i'm the author and I say they aren't mistaken about that.
2) To Green Envy (you know who you are), I got the idea when I heard about the Greek God, Narcissus.
3) To all the readers, review please and feel free to take the poll.