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At just past midnight Harry stuck his head into the common room and glanced around. Seeing no one but Hermione studying, he slinked down into the room and settled himself onto a chair next to his friend. The Gryffindor slowly opened a book and attempted to appear nonchalant with his reading; Hermione did not look up. After a couple of fidgety minutes in which Hermione continued to ignore him, Harry finally took a deep breath and spoke. "Hermione?"

"Hmm?" The preoccupied, bushy-haired girl made an interested noise.

"Well, Hermione, do you, um, well, I mean, do you think, it's just that, uh…"

Hermione glanced up and said, "Well, spit it out."

Harry gulped and finally worked himself up, "Well, do you think Dumbledore is gay?"

Continuing to read Hermione commented with an air of superiority, "Well, of course! Everyone knows that."

Harry gaped at her for a minute before she looked up pensively. "Maybe not everyone, Ron probably doesn't."

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it, staring at the girl hunched over her books. He finally managed an intelligent, "Oh."


A/N: I dedicate this little one-shot too all of those people out there freaking out about the fact that Dumbledore is gay. XD