The Heart-Breaking Attempt...

A/N: Hello, again, everyone! I am here yet again with another chapter to the story of 'The Heart-Breaking Attempt'. I am indifferent at the moment as to how I am doing for this fic. series. But, please, feel free to express your views in a polite and well-thought out manner. Other than that, thank you for reading and enjoy! ^ - ^



You Cause Me Pain Even Though You Are Gone ~ Chapter 2 ~



- ^ - Continuation Of Flashback - ^ -



~ * - Harry's POV - * ~



I needed to see Hermione. I need to tell her about this. I mean, she is my other best friend I love to death. Her ingenious mind and her nose in books makes me feel even more happier that she knows a lot. Plenty more than I bloody well know.



She knew I had a crush on Ron since first year. Of course, I had told him that I was gay that year and he was more than happy to accept me. Though, the crush I had on him was hidden. He had asked me if I ever had a crush on and I plainly said no because he'd think I would try to make a move on him. As far as I knew, he was straight as can be. Well, that's what I thought. I mean, I haven't seen him with a girl, nor a guy nonetheless. So, I'm not sure anymore. However, I am absolutely sure he'd think of me as nothing but a slimey cock-sucking queer.



C'mon, Harry. Get ahold of yourself. Ron's your best friend. It's not like he's going to disown you..The thought of him disowning me hurt me even more..



Thank god my walk to the Gryffindor dormitories was finally over as I said "Mallio Acrium" to the portrait of the knight who took the position of the fat lady. I missed more than ever because this bumbling idiot was waving his sword every which way, saying words like "En guard! Be gone, trespasser!"



"I live in there, you fool! Let me in, now!!" And the knight obeyed as opened the door for me to enter. Once the door closed, I felt a funny feeling in my stomach.



Well, Hermione. Prepare for the conversation you've been waiting for. I saw the bushy haired girl sitting on the couch infront of the fireplace with a book in her lap, I suppose since her head was bent down and I could hear her reading the words aloud from where I stood at the closed doorway. Well, here goes nothing. I made my way to my other best friend.



~ * - End Of Harry's POV - * ~



~ * - Ron's POV - * ~



Man, Harry..You look so beat up and tattered from where I sat, mate. I wish I can wrap my arms around you cradle you in my arms. Maybe then you wouldn't have to worry so much.



He looked at me with those sincere deep sea blue eyes as we talked. His scar wasn't hidden under his hair this time. It was in open view and he looked as if he had rough night at the Dursleys. Speak of those slimey ignorant gits, they don't deserve someone like him living in their household. It's just awful of what they do to him. Treat him like a slave. Clean, cook, clean, cook. They should some of that bloody shit themselves, too. It's their house. And Harry is family to them. But, that fat bastard, Vernon Dursley, really compels me to wring his neck and watch him turn blue. Honestly, I'm still dumb-founded about the truth Harry leaked out to me about the Dursleys. They had him living under the stairs, in the stair cupboard for eleven years. Eleven. Years. Bloody hell, I would've wanted to run away from that shitty home. But, I don't blame Harry. Where would he have gone? Where would he have stayed? He had no more relatives besides the Dursleys and they spoiled their fat-arse son, Dudley, to death. Fucking bastard..Fuck them all..Harry didn't deserve that..any of that..He deserves better..He deserves much better..And I can give that to him.



Once my parents met Harry, they latched onto him like another skin. They loved him. They adored him. And, I don't blame them. Not. One. Bit. Harry's always been a good friend to me. Our first two years were definitely full of life-long memories. Adventurous and courageous to say the least. From trying to get through to the passage way, where the black 3-headed dog that was the size of a building almost eating me, Harry, and Hermione. To the time when my sister was found writing blood on the walls of Hogwarts, doing Tom Riddle's bidding. Whom we know him as You-Know-Who. That bloody devil hurting Harry and I can't wait to get my hands on him. To kill him and finally see Harry at his happiest.



Well, the short reminiscing, in my perspective, ended as I saw Harry lean over towards me and laid his rose-bud lips upon mine. It was quite long, actually. But, not too long to the point where I was going to pull him onto my lap, have him straddle me as we kissed. But, you know. Though, the kiss stopped..

Harry looked to me with a saddened yet rueful expression upon his face as he stood up, apologizing towards me as he left. Leaving me astounded. I can't believe I am saying this but--



To Be Continued...



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A/N: Well, ladies & gentlemen, this story of love between to wizards seems interesting. Don't you think? Nevertheless, I am continuing the story and advancing through barriers of the fellow lovers. Thank you for reading and hope to hear good feedback. :D