Forbidden Love

Cariad O'Nghariad,

I don't understand the feelings coursing through my body right now, any more than I understand why I feel them, or when it all started. I only know that I love you, and regret how our relationship has taken it's course. These feelings were never meant to be. We are too different, we come from different worlds. Yet, I cannot hope that they will soon change~~

Crumpling up the parchment, Hary Potter grabbed his Angeldust14 and soared to the rafters of his Head Boy dormitory. Not for the first time, he was glad for the sound-proofing charms that concealed his screams of rage, horror and regret as he made himself horse.

Up in the rafters, He looked down at his less-than-organized room. Books and clothes were strewn about on the floor, the desk, and anywhere within throwing distance. His plain, round glasses sat on a shelf, unneeded after the eye-improvement charm of sixth year, and covered in dust. However, most of the floor and bed were covered in mounds of ripped, crumpled and even burned parchment.

He sighed. Hermione Granger would have a cow if she walked in before it was cleaned. Unfortunately, she was bound to walk in any moment. Climbing on the broom that had levitated itself next to him, he slowly glided to the floor.

Lady Luck was never on his side. He may have survived the Chamber of Secrets, a dangerous dragon, a mountain troll and Voldemort on various occasions, but nothing ever saved him from the wrath of Hermione. When she walked in hand in hand with none other than Ron Weasley, his other best friend, he smiled. He would never get used to the sight of them together. It was too weird.

However, this grin spared him nothing.

"Harry James Potter!" She screamed, sounding more like Remus, the only "mother" figure he had ever had, every time. "Why? Why is your room so...so.... unorganized?!?!" she screeched, spitting out the last word like one would Adva Kedavra.

"Well," she said, cooling down, "we have a prefect meeting in five, and after that Potions. I suggest you get your...affairs...in order before then." She turned and left with Ron in tow, not bothering to close the door.

"Honestly Hermione!" he heard Ron saying seconds later. "You're not Remus!"

"Bullocks," she said, "Remus isn't here. Neither is Sirius. Harry needs me to be like this. If I weren't, he would die."

Harry chuckled to himself. Funny how Hermione thought she knew exactly what he needed, but really had no idea. He heard his portrait hole close and started muttering cleaning spells.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Harry waltzed into the Prefect Conference Room, humming incoherently to himself.

"Harry! You're ten minutes late!" Hermione cried, after looking at her watch.

"I know," he said sheepishly, blushing, "sorry."

Heading to his spot at the head of the table, Harry took his seat between Hermione and...Malfoy. He had to "share" his Head Boy-ship with him, as Dumbledore found them to be of equal talents and brains. Everyone but him and the Slytherins agreed that Harry had deserved it more, but what Dumbledore said, went.

Furthermore, Harry and Draco were forced to be civil to one another, and required to spend an hour-AN HOUR!!!- together each and everyday, planning. Of course, nothing was ever accomplished, except maybe their cursing skills.

Seeing as this subject angered him, and Hermione's speech bored him, Harry turned the gears in his head to his most current favorite subject - Sirius' recently acquired freedom.

Wormtail had been found by a muggle scientist who had been trying to use him as a lab rat. Which he could've gotten away with, had he not accidentally transformed back in front of the doctor.

Needless to say, Ministry officials apparated there immediately, and took custody of the bloody rat. And Fudge, the blundering idiot, wouldn't release Sirius of the charges for weeks.

After Peter had been put under verasitum however, there was no denying the truth. A month later, Sirius was given back all his possessions, and then some, and an added bonus--custody of Harry. Of course, Harry was only two months away from his seventh year at the time, but it was wonderful to get out of the Dursleys' house and have a home to go to during the holiday.

Now, Harry lived in a mansion said to rival the Malfoys' in Godric's Hollow with Sirius and Remus. Remus and Sirius. Oy. It was odd thinking about them as such. They were almost like a mum and dad, respectively. Especially because they were - are - lovers.

Actually, Harry's moving in was an interesting story. Sirius had come to pick him up one month into summer holidays - in a Benz. That in itself was odd, but when he reached the house, geeze. He had stood there for what seemed like ages, his mouth ganging and Sirius giving him this look like 'What? You didn't know I was a kazillionaire?' but when he opened his mouth, what came out was:

"What? I thought you knew I was a billionaire."

Harry smiled at the mere memory.

He was vaguely aware of Malfoy's had in the air, but he snapped to attention at his words.

"Excuse me? I don't want to sit by Harry anymore...he's fantasizing about me. Again!" Merlin, he could whine. Anyone who could turn 'me' into a ten syllable word was skilled in his book. Not that he noticed. Not that that was considered a good thing.

No, he didn't notice at all.