The Odd Feelings of the Boy Who Lived

"Hell-ooo Ron" thought Harry, staring at his long-time friend. He had never thought Ron so attractive and his body so appealing than at this moment in time.

"Hey, Harry, mate," said Ron, his feelings mutual, "h-h-how are you?" he stuttered, liking what he saw.

"Oh, hey Ron! I'm… good… and, you?" Harry said, breathlessly, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I'm trying to get Hermione to like me." Ron lied.

Harry's heart instantly sunk. "Oh, well, uhm, good luck, old chum."

"I'm going to need it. She already knows about my sexuality," muttered Ron.

"What? Sorry, didn't catch that." Harry said. This was a lie, he had heard every word, and he likied.

"Oh, I was saying, ha! I'm not gay!" said Ron, going red.

At this, Harry leaned over and kissed him. Ron returned the kiss. At that very moment, a mass of greasy, bushy brown hair came flying into the room.

"Harry, wake up!" said Hermione. "You were having a bad dream or something… it wasn't about You-Know-Wh-Voldemort, was it?"

"No, it was… a good dream." Harry breathed.

Ron, being the skilled Leglimens that he was, immediately sensed tension between them. He decided to look into Harry's mind, though he knew that it wasn't the right thing to do without asking for permission. He liked what he saw. He and Harry were in a passionate lip lock. Harry, the skilled Occlumens that he was, sensed the intrusion and got Ron out of his head. He then let out a sob, and ran from the room.

That night in the great hall, neither Harry nor Ron spoke. They sat on either side of Hermione, who ate her stew in silence, not wanting to interrupt. Besides, she had the Yule Ball to think about… who was she going to ask?

Harry awkwardly looked up from his bread roll, and saw Cedric Diggory entering the great hall. Boy, had he grown up this summer. Cedric had become a man. He had at least 15 different girls hanging off of each arm, but Harry's gaydar could tell that this was just a beard to mask his sexuality. Who knows, thought Harry, maybe I should be the one to make the first move. Cedric could just be confused; maybe he was a new gay, unlike Harry, who had been a gay since the day he was dropped off at the Dursley's.

Harry saw Hermione take a deep breath, and she looked over at Ron. "Ron, you know about the Yule Ball, don't you? Well, I was wondering if you'dliketogowithme?" Harry knew of this tactic, play dumb, and then speak slow so that they understand you.

"Uhm, Hermione, didn't catch that." Ron said, utterly perplexed. Hermione repeated the question slowly.

Ron stared at her blankly, and then looked to Harry, as though asking him 'is it alright with you?' Harry nodded, blinking back tears. "Yes, Hermione, that'd be great."

Harry suddenly let loose his tears and ran from the hall, sobbing loudly. He sat down behind a gargoyle statue, facing the wall. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his left shoulder. He looked, and it was Cedric. The Cedric. Harry played hard to get, and turned back to the wall. "What do you want with me?"

Cedric cupped Harry's face with his hands and gave him a soft, tender kiss on the lips. Harry's face lit up with glee, and his heart fluttered in his chest.

"Oh, Cedric. Am I the one you really love?" Harry asked, eyes glimmering in the low candle light. Hmm, Harry wondered to himself, had the candles started to dim, or was it just his imagination? Could he truly be falling for this man?

"I would do anything for your undying love." Smiled Cedric. Harry loved his smile more than anything in the world. Just then, he saw Ginny Weasley walk by with Cho Chang, and they were holding hands; though he wasn't disheartened, as he had found new love.

"Cedric, I waswonderingifyou'dliketogototheballwithme?" Harry asked, very quickly, as he was nervous.

"What, sorry, I didn't catch that." Said Cedric.

"I was… wondering… if you'd… like to go to the ball… with me?" Asked Harry, shyly.

"Oh, Harry. I'm sorry, but I've been asked, and I've said yes." Cedric sighed deeply.

"Oh…" said Harry, "WITH WHO??!?!"

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Cedric said, almost regretfully.

Harry had no answer for that, or at least in words. He let out a sob and slapped Cedric across the face. He was hurt deeply. He jumped up and ran up the staircase, which was just beginning to move. Draco was on his way down the staircase, and when Harry saw him, he cried even harder, and continued to run. Once he was in the Gryffindor tower, he sat on his bed, chin on his knees, and cried. Why am I so emotional now? Harry wondered to himself.