Disclaimer: No copyrightinfringement is intended. I am in no way afiliated with J.K. Rowling.

Note: No character's were killed in the making of this FanFiction...they were just hideously transformed until unrecognisable, which is, admitedly, perhaps a worse fate.

Stars Over Hogwarts

The ridiculously dramatic tale of the intricate, intertwining lives of the talented, magical students who did stuff.

"You know, I think you should really go out with Hermione."

It seemed like an innocent enough thought. But how could I tell him? How could I let Harry know that it would never be? I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt something holding me back. Usually, when I'm held back, two people have to grab me to stop me from punching someone. But right now was like... I don't even know how to describe it. Can words describe such restraint? My mouth was dry. Then my stomache, taking it's cue from my dry mouth, decided that it was time to just give up and go absolutely nuts, flipping all over the bloody place. I figured my mouth was dry and my stomache was acting all weird because I was thirsty.

Oh, oh how wrong I was. If I had a time-turner, and could reverse everything, would I? Probably not, I'd have better things to do. But boy did that I'm-thirsty-not-speachless thing not work out for me.

Anyway, as soon as I'd swallowed the pumpkin juice, my stomache felt worse, and I just sort of blurted out to Harry, "I can't. I'm gay. I'm madly in love with Seamus."

I know, I know. Probably the worst way to say it. But what could I say, huh? That I can't help but notice how his sandy blond hair falls perfectly into his eyes? The way he acts before he thinks, just like me, except when he does it it's kind of attractive? How when he gets all passionate about Quidditch, I get all passionate about him? Yeah, no, wasn't gonna say that. But Harry took it rather well.

"Oh," he said, turning a shade of red that I'm sure didn't rival the hue of my ears that moment, "Right. Um, I didn't, I mean, it's just I always though, you know..."

"That's alright,"I told him, "I get it. You think I'm a freak. You know what? You're just like those Death Eaters. They hate Mudbloods, and you hate Homosexuals. Well, I don't even care, ok? Why don't you just tell Seamus, huh? Tell him I'm madly in love with him for me, ok? So he can shun me, too? Yeah, do that for me." Harry looked like he was going to say something else, but I didn't care. I'd had enough. I grabbed one last, delicious, tender, juicy chicken leg and I stormed away. I could hear him calling after me, something about Dumbledoor and Sirius Black and complete acceptance towards gays. Just more hate-speach. I was done with it. Done with him. I'd had enough.

Now, don't hate me for this next part, okay? I had no one else to turn to. And it really was a chance meeting, I promise. I was walking, left, right, left, right, trudging up the steps to the common room. The Fat Lady asked for the password and I had to say it twice, because my voice broke, weighed down by my heartache, the first time, and she didn't quite understand me. I walked through the hole and realised I wasn't alone. There, sitting on the couch, was Lavender Brown.

"Ron, are you alright?" Of course I wasn't alright. My best friend hated me. I loved a handsome, handsome man who'd never love me back. I didn't know what to say, so I decided I'd think of something really clever to through her off.

"Your first and last name are both colors." It worked. She looked really confused, probably wondering how I'd figured it out so well.

"Ron, sit down and tell me what's wrong. Girl troubles?" I couldn't bring myself to say no, so I nodded and sat down beside her, blessed girl.

"It's just... I really like someone, and Harry doesn't understand."

"Hermione?"

"No."

"Oh. Continue."

"Right. So this person, they're... they're just bloody amazing, you know? Like they have the most beautiful eyes," Lavender batted her eyelashes, as if her eyes could compare to Seamus', "And their hair is just... well it's the color of warm sand, and it always smells nice, and it falls just the right way, and--" but before I could continue Lavender thoughtlessly interrupted me.

"Listen, Ron," she began, playing with her blond braid, "You're really nice, and all, it's just, I sort of like someone else. It's great that you like my eyes, but I mean, I like Seamus."

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