Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Harry Potter. He owns me, HELP ME. If he found out I wrote this he'd kill me. I grow more paranoid and weaker everyday. Don't try and be a hero, he'll capture you too god dammit. The only thing you can do is simply this, read my story and, yes, I am to ask you of two favors, review the story to. Time is an issue, so please hurry.
Ron was outraged to say the least. His blood was boiling in his veins, although he truly didn't know who wrote it, he already had some suspicions growing.
"HARRY," he yelled at Harry. "HARRY COME HERE."
Harry ran to Ron in a confused manor, embarrassment spread across his face. "What?"
"Just follow me Harry. You're not going to believe this. Damn I want to kill Malfoy."
"What?" was all that Harry could muster out. He was being pulled by Ron up to their common room.
Once inside, Ron did a quick search to assure no one else was present.
"What's the big deal Ron?"
"This!" Ron said as he pulled out a folded piece of paper that he handed to Harry. Harry grabbed the paper, straightened it out and read "Ron and Harry's Great Gay Adventures."
"Yeah. He wrote a whole goddam story about it and then-just look at the last line."
Harry began, "I thought I'd let you guys read this before I started distributing the rest around the school. Ron, it doesn't say who it's from."
"There is no question Harry. Who else do you think would do this? This is going to make us look-"
"There's nothing to worry about Ron. I'm not gay, you're not gay. So a few people will get a few laughs out of this, so what?"
"What? How can you not be outraged? I myself am just waiting to get Malfoy in a room by myself so I can jinx the hell out of that little bastard. He's gone to far this time. It's time we showed that prick a thing or two."
"Calm down. It's nothing to worry about."
"Screw it. I'm going to find Malfoy right now and kick that douches ass." And with that Ron stormed out.
Harry couldn't help but laugh. His little trick against Ron was working out perfectly.