Drabble With Myself

Part One: "And surprisingly, I'm not as scary as I thought." Harry/Parvati

Parvati blushed as Harry inched across the bed, pointing the camera at her as he neared.

"I never should have got you that thing for Christmas," she laughed. She held the covers in front of her face defensively.

He pulled the sheets away playfully and took one of her hands in his own. "Hold still a moment. I want to get this shot of you in the sunlight."

She complied reluctantly as he slid off the bed and focused on her face. "Harry, I feel silly."

"Just wait," he said cheerfully.

She sighed and gave him a patient smile. Her gaze wandered out the window. The sounds of birds outside made her close her eyes in contentment.

She turned back to Harry.

The camcorder hung at his side. He gazed at her dreamily.

She blushed. "What is it?"

He blinked. "You're just so beautiful..."

She gave him a brief flustered smile and turned away.

Harry crawled across the bed and took her in his arms. "I've never really looked at anyone before, Parvati, but you...with you I can't help but look. When I look at you...I know the world is beautiful...even me."

She slid both arms around his neck. "I wish everyone could look at me the way you do. The only time I can ever be myself is when we're alone. I can finally be the real me. And surprisingly, I'm not as scary as I thought."

Part Two: "It was nothing." Ron/Snape

"And surprisingly, I'm not as scary as I thought," said Ron with a sulk.

Harry frowned. "Why were you working at the Haunted House anyways?"

Ron shrugged. "I had a free weekend. Why not earn a few sickles?"

They continued toward the dungeons steadily.

"Guess what?" said Ron, suddenly. "Snape actually showed up."

"He went to a haunted house?" mumbled Harry. He frowned again. "That's bizarre...did you jump out at him or anything?"

"You could say that..."

Ron pulled on the hood of his black cloak and slipped off to his coffin. More bloody children...he thought miserably. They'll probably send their mothers after me for scaring them.

The corridor went silent. Ron fidgeted, waiting quietly for someone to emerge from the darkness.

Footsteps greeted him softly.

He waited until he could hear someone just past the curtain shadowing him. There was a pause. Just as his victim was about to continue, he sprang.

"Beware--ah, holy shit!"

Both Ron and his victim toppled into the floor, a sharp thud resounding as he pulled back and stared in horror. "I am so sorry."

The man grunted. "Weasley, you clumsy idiot."

Ron gasped. "Professor Snape." He pulled out his wand hurriedly. "Lumos."

A faint light struck the man's face. He was on the ground scowling. "Is it customary to assault all passersby or just professors you particularly dislike?"

Ron bristled then restrained himself. "I--lost my balance."

Snape scoffed. "Don't lie, Weasley. You'll only exacerbate your problems."

Ron stepped back as he began to lift himself up. The older man winced in pain suddenly.

Ron's eyes widened. "You're hurt."

"Just a sprained ankle," muttered Snape as Ron hoisted him up. "And I can manage perfectly well without your help."

"Very well," Ron let go.

Snape collapsed on the floor and grimaced. "You twat!"

Ron gazed at him a moment. "You said you didn't need my help." He bent down again and lifted Snape to his feet.

Ron tried to wrap an arm around the older man's back without loosing his balance. "Let's get you back to Hogwarts," he muttered. He paused.

Snape was studying him closely, a strange expression Ron had never seen before on his face.

Ron swallowed, wetting his lips nervously. "Are you alright? Don't put too much weight on that ankle."

Snape inhaled softly. "It's fine. I'm fine." He shifted, adjusting his grip on Ron's shoulder. His hand slipped, his body colliding with the young boy awkwardly.

Ron gasped, his body pressed against the wall.

They were kissing. Professor Snape had him pinned, their mouths locked together. Ron's hands grasped the older man's back feverishly. There was no shock, no disgust, just simplicity.

Perfection.

"Ron, are you alright?" asked Harry, anxiously.

"Um...yeah," Ron blinked slowly.

Harry stared at him. "Lost you for a moment there."

"Oh, I was just remembering something. It was nothing."

Part Three: "There's something I need to tell you." Remus/Sirius

"It was nothing," Remus told himself out loud.

He frowned and tangled a fist in his hair. "Get a hold of yourself, Remus." He threw himself into the chair dejectedly.

The fireplace flickered restlessly.

He had been thinking about Sirius again. He couldn't help it. All he could ever think about was Sirius.

He hadn't meant for it to happen. Remus hardly got any sleep these days, and when his insomnia acted up the night before, he couldn't help but watch the other boy sleep.

Sirius had looked so beautiful, and Remus had felt so alone.

He had kissed his best friend.

It was nothing.

Remus needed to get over this ridiculous infatuation.

"Oy, Moony!"

Remus cringed, his heart leaping as Sirius tossed himself on a nearby sofa.

"How's it going?"

Remus smiled stupidly. "Just fantastic." He swallowed. "How was your date?"

Sirius grinned mistfully. "It was great. She was great. I was great." His grin twitched as his mind drifted toward conceited thoughts.

Remus felt his chest ache briefly. "That's great, Sirius."

Sirius looked over as if surprised his friend was still there. "Yes, it is, but I'm done with her now. I'd much rather hang out with you...and the mates." He sat up and studied Remus a moment. "Are you alright, mate? You look ill."

Remus shifted under the other boy's gaze uncomfortably. He swallowed, his confidence slowly rising as his eyes met the strong brilliant face of his friend.

"Sirius..."

Remus' hand rested on the other boy's hand hopefully.

"There's something I need to tell you."