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I’d like to tell you it was lust at first sight, or that when we both realised it was true and not some weird chemical imbalance that all the pieces fell together. But in reality no puzzle puts itself together; it’s not as simple as a two piece jigsaw puzzle. In real life identifying the difference between love and lust isn’t as easy as spelling it out. It all started on that faithful day in Madam Malkin’s shop,
“Hogwarts, dear?” she said, when Harry started to speak “Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact”
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head and begun to pin it to the right length.
“Hullo,” said the boy, “Hogwarts too?”
“Yes,” said Harry.
“My fathers next door buying my book and mother’s up looking at wands,” said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. “Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first years can’t have there own. I think I’ll bully father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow.
I realised soon after that I was being the snobby little git I was raised to be, and u regretted it beyond all recognition. For the longest time I thought or rather convinced myself that all I had wanted was another lackey, or groupie. But I what I really wanted was much more, and when I realised this I was petrified.
Now in no way am I gay, for I am no where near happy or only interested in a second set of balls. I just happen to love, lust call it what you want, One. And you’d be surprised who the unlucky fellow is…
(A/N: Ok guys i'm not exactly sure whether or not i will continue this one. I really want to finish Every snake has a silver lining first. But i was scared that i'd lose this plot bunny. And this i get reminded of the bunny, and i get to continue ESHASL)