Harry really wanted to know what the hell was going on.
Whenever he looked at his friends, when they give a kind gesture to him, or anything, his face heats up and his heart beats fast. Which was more than weird. The last time he felt like this was with Cho. But-
It hit him like a thousand needles. Oh no. Oh no no-
That can't be the case, can it? No- it can't. They were only friends, right?
He can't- He can't be in love with them?
He never thought about it in that way. He can't be in love?! what if it ruins their friendship they have been building up for years?
His thoughts get way too overwhelming and he can't even form words. It's just too crazy. 'No.' he said to himself. Yea, it's just a silly thought.
'Harry?' a voice called and it was the person he was dreading to meet right now- Hermione.
'O-Oh, Hermione. It's you.' He stutters a little, looking at the nervous expression on her face. Was something wrong? 'You were, uh, looking rather pale.' she said. Well, Harry didn't mean to scare her, but he definitely felt pale after finding out that he had feelings for his two best friends. 'Oh. Sorry about that. Don't worry about me. I just. . thought about something.' he says, and Hermione understands, thankfully, and leaves him with his thoughts.
But he swore at the corner of his eye he saw both Hermione and Ron, looking as if they knew what he was thinking, and a cold shiver runs down his spine.