Harry sat alone on his bed, he looked the wet spot on the sheet, it is official now-he is attracted to them.
Boys.
It was a subtle discovery.
A hug from a fellow team member; an innocent smile now and then from the captain Oliver; and of course, the occasional nights that he sneaked into his best friend's bed because of the nightmares.
It was an evolving feeling that grew over the past year.
But what does a 12-year-old know about feelings!? Harry tried to convince himself. However, apparently feelings have a way of creeping in at night and become vivid dreams.
Maybe it was Harry's fault, he shouldn't have repeatedly allowed himself to feel that way, maybe it was their fault, all the boys who showed him affection!
Or maybe his fat uncle had it right, I'm a freak!
No longer could he deny it, nor the wet spot on the sheet.
"You look awful you know Harry" Said Hermione at breakfast.
"Morning Herm," Harry knew he felt shit didn't know he looked it too.
"So you've done your paper then?" Asked the curly hair.
"yeah" he said.
Hermione frowned, something's wrong. "What it is?"
Harry peered at Hermione over his glasses.
"I can help if you tell me," she said, but Harry kept quiet.
Harry pushed his breakfast around and said finally "you can't help me, not with this. Can we change the subject?"
Hermione looked worried for a moment but decided to oblige, for the meantime."Fine, next week is your birthday,"
"oh no, I don't want to have a- " Harry paused, remembering last time they had this discussion " I still don't want to do anything…"
"Nothing? Oh Harry! It will be on the Saturday, we should go to Hogsmeade, at least. Leave it to me, I'll organize it then" Hermione flashed a smile and said "You're growing!" and watched Harry flush.