Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter NOR any of his friends NEITHER any of his enemies. It's hard to admit, but when I'm done with them all, I have to return them to Joanne K. Rowling in an original wrapping and unharmed.
I make no money, I mean no harm.
A Secret
The unused classroom was quiet, except for Ron's repeated attempts to break its wall with his head. Harry sighed.
"I shouldn't have told you anything," he said and his shoulders slumped a bit.
"Oh, no!" Hermione cried out, her mind still processing the new gained information. "I'm so glad you trusted us enough as to tell us. And Ron will come around eventually," she added quickly, glancing at the boy in question.
Ron moaned.
"It's just... you know..." she trailed off.
"Do you mind I'm gay, then?" Harry querried.
"Everything cool on that account, Harry," Hermione assured him. "I thought for some time you might be. And no worry about your boyfriend being a Slytherin, I really think it's wonderful, it will make the school see it's not about the Houses and all. But..."
"But?" Hermione shifted uncomfortably.
"And of course I will support you."
"But?" Harry repeated.
"I'm just a bit surprised, you know..."
"But?"
"But Harry, Vincent Crabbe!"
A/N:I know it's short, I just didn't want to prolong it. Wow, my very first slash story! And I thought I couldn't write any! Figures I have to use a lot of strange humour and tilt my head just like this to make it.
