Albus had no idea when it had started to bloom, the love he felt for Gellert. Maybe the moment he had met him in the forest? Maybe after the kiss?
Albus had been doing his chores, sweeping up the kitchen floor as his mother was yelling at Ariana again for not having magic.
Glancing out of the window, he saw his reflection in the uneven glass, a feeling of realization washed over him. He had no idea what it was, what he was just realizing. Shaking his head, Albus began sweeping again, the feeling blooming in his heart, causing a small smile appear.
He daydreamed about his and Gellert's perfect world. A world where muggles and wizards could get along, where the fear no longer existed. His heart began to race at the thought of Gellert, which was unusual. Why am I getting excited over Gellert? He is just the same old Gellert.
Funny, charming, manipulative Gellert. Heat had risen to his cheek, how weird? he thought to himself, leaning against the broom. What was this?
"Was this love?" He mumbled quietly to himself, a small frown settling on his face.
Wincing at the sound of glass shattering, Albus got back to sweeping up, his thoughts disappearing at once and his focus on his chores.
