Harry has become such an idiot lately. An idiot in love. He was constantly talking about someone. His words were filled with words of admiration when he spoke about the person he fell in love with. But there was one problem.

Potter never said who exactly became the object of his adoration.

To some extent, this was infuriating and disappointing, but the young wizard stubbornly hid the identity of the person who stole his heart. It seemed so stupid when Harry stubbornly tried to avoid saying too much.

These words about his love were constantly. Even now, when you were walking in the evening after a long and tedious potions lesson, Harry still did not close his mouth.

"I'm technically single. But my heart was taken by someone I can't call my own." Harry discussed with enthusiasm and a little sadness, not even noticing that you were almost not listening to him. He looked stupid from the outside. But Harry felt even more stupid than he seemed. He loves a man who never understands his hints.

He loves you.