A/N: Rather sorry if i offend those Ron fans out there.This is just a fanfic, so please be kind.


CONFESSIONS OF RONALD WEASLEY

Chapter One

I, Ronald Weasley am gay. I know, I know, peculiar right? But I am. Life's changing and I certainly am too. I just woke up one

day and, hell, found out I was a homosexual bloke. Well, it didn't exactly happen like that. I didn't just wake up one day and

said to myself, "Oh hello there Ronny. How awfully lovely are you! So pretty, pretty as a fairy". Hell no! Well, first, I obviously

questioned myself. I didn't know what's been happening to me. I've been feeling, rather strange things. Too strange. Dreams,

Fantasies, things like that. Well, you get the point, don't you? Well, journey with me as I unfold how I became like this. How I

have come to like guys instead of girls. Well, really, guys are adorable, that I must say. And how and who my mate is right now.

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I wouldn't start my story when I was a freakin' baby. Crying, barfing and whatnot. I don't even have a single clue what a

homosexual is at that time, so I really think it'd be a little odd, well, not a little, very odd if I did start there. So, I'll start with my

first year at wizarding school, Hogwarts that is if some of you muggles might not know what it is. All was well and fine really

before I had school. I still felt the same. No shivering feelings when a guy touches me. Hell, I was still the straight Ronald

Weasley, I suppose. But anyway, yeah, we went to the station, Kings Cross. Mum and dad lead us to platform nine and three

quarters. At first I was scared really. I might bump my head onto that big block of stone. That's gotta hurt, I must say. But, yeah,

I made my way. I was also introduced to this boy named Harry Potter. He seemed a bit geeky but if you would consider how I

looked at that time, well, I could be bowing down to him. I freakin' looked like me. (Duh!) Scrummy red hair with those hand me

down robes, all from Percy, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George and a rather bad posture. Imagine I have five brothers! Five brothers

who aren't gay! Well, that settles the controversy that gayness is acquired through heredity.

I reached the train without further ado and that same boy, Harry Potter asked if he could sit next to me. I agreed. I needed a

friend. And well, it started there. Not with Harry! It started when I saw this figure pass by our compartment. He was lovely. Very

lovely. And I found him rather handsome. Well, at that time, I obviously didn't think that he was lovely. I just thought that he

looked rather dashing and good.

It was the very start of how I came to be like this.


A/N: So, how was it? I came up with this story out of boredome. i have not much to do so, here, i made an apocryphal way to amuse myself. Should i Continue? Stop? Delete? Its all up to you guys. :) Do review so i would know what to do with this story.

-tom's princess.