I couldn't resist, fanfiction, how I've missed you. However, it's been a while, so don't hate me if it sucks.

Disclaimer: I am not Jk, Jk owns Harry Potter, therefore I do not own Harry Potter. Weeps longingly

Not giving everything away, but post-Hogwarts.

On with the story.

I wonder if Ginny knows, I thought, as I lay on the damp ground, I wonder what she'd say. She'd probably be bloody angry with me. She wouldn't speak to me again, that's for sure. Would she ever understand it though?

I've been having feelings for Harry since our second year at Hogwarts, he never noticed, the boy's as thick as Crabbe and Goyle I tell you. I would wait for him after his Quidditch games just to congratulate him, and tell him how great he did. No matter how much we fought, he always forgave me. But to him, I was just one of his "best friends."

I was sure he'd never want to be with me, after all, I am a boy, and according to Malfoy, not very attractive. I couldn't tell him because I wasn't sure he'd understand, so I'd just longingly watch as he shagged random girls in our bedroom.

It wasn't until two years ago, whence I reached my twenty-first birthday, that Harry seemed to notice I was pleading for him. I wanted him, so badly, and he knew it. We were at Madam Puddifoots Tea Shop, along with Ginny and Hermione. Harry called Ginny a muggle and she jokingly pushed him, right onto my then upright member. He stared into my eyes with a longing glance. I waited for the passionate make-out session begging to follow. It never happened. Ginny picked Harry up and gave him a "forgiving" kiss.

That was the day I broke up with Hermione. The shocker: she didn't care. She knew all along I'd had a thing for Harry, and she supported me for the two following years when I couldn't bear to bring myself near him. Hermione repeatedly told me that Harry would be with me if I let him. What does that mean, though? I want him so badly, isn't that enough?

Definitely different that my normal writing, but I decided to give a RW/HP slash that wasn't complete "humor." So tell me if you like it and I'll write more, unless everyone reviews to say they hated it, and then I'll take it off... The story... Not my clothes...