Harry had never, ever felt whole. Of course, he had Ron and Hermione, well, maybe just Hermione, at the minute, he had never felt quite as whole as he did now, in the presence of the most beautiful floor he had ever seen.

Sure, Harry realised he had always had a fascination with floors, but the bond had never, EVER been quite this strong before, and he doubted he would ever have this bond with another floor again. No. For this floor was different, there was just something about it, something so small, but yet so significant. Harry knew there was no way he could ever feel the way he did about another thing or person, especially not Ron.

For, in his mind, Ron had always been like a brother to him, no they could never be together in that sense, and he was very much starting to doubt their future as friends, nevermind best friends.

"Oh well," thought Harry.

"You win some, you lose some,".

And with those thoughts, he drifted into a peaceful sleep, his head against the glorious, cold marble floor, only to be woken in the early hours of the morning by a very aggravated Mrs. Norris.

Author's Notes:

Hello everybody, I hope you have enjoyed this "crack-fest" so far.

P.S Mrs. Norris is in love with Blueberries 💙