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Warning: Contains slashy goodness. *grin*

A/N:Written for the 'Teen Issues' challenge on HPFC. This will be a threeshot. Originally, none of the threeshots were going to be connected, but I've changed my mind, and they WILL be linked. However, each one will be written from someone else's POV. Enjoy. (:

Homophobia.
-Albus' POV-

This is just wrong. He's the enemy. He's going out with my cousin. He's forbidden.

He's … a he.

So can someone explain to me why I can't keep my mind off of him? Would someone please tell me why I have naughty dreams of him and I? Please enlighten me as to why I can't keep my eyes off of him for more than a few damn minutes. I said please.

I've never thought about my sexuality before, never doubted it for a second. I'm a Potter, son of the famous Boy-Who-Lived, I can't be anything but straight. The idea is laughable. Well, until Sixth Year started. Rose introduced him and I, she said he wasn't like his family, that he was a great guy. And I couldn't help but think of how amazingly good-looking he was. I told myself it was normal, that I was appraising his appearance for my cousin – because I wouldn't want my cousin having an ugly boyfriend, now, would I?

Yeah. That plan worked for a while … until I noticed how I was repeatedly thinking of him and his good looks and his charming personality. Once again, I brushed it off, telling myself I was making sure he wasn't changing for the worst. That theory didn't last very long – after I caught myself checking out his rear end, I could no longer convince myself that I was merely watching him for Rosie's safety and social status.

And then the dreams started. I could hardly say I was testing his romantic skills for Rosie, because dream-selves can be entirely different to real-selves, even I know that. I lost sleep as the months passed by, as I forced myself to stay awake, drowning myself in books and homework as a distraction. The human body took control often, and I ended up crashing in the Common Room at ridiculous times, falling into the dreams unwillingly. I tried to stay awake, but that plan wasn't really going down too well.

So, six months after meeting him, I finally accept that I, Albus Potter, fancy the malepants off of one Scorpius Malfoy. Now, look at it from my point of view. I, son of one of the most famous men in Wizard history, find out that I'm interested in someone of the same gender as me, yet I've been known as a 'Womaniser' or a 'Heart-breaker', if you will, for the past few years of my life. I've had more girlfriends than Rose has had shoes. And Rose has been through a lot of shoes since she started Hogwarts. Now, add the fact that my cousin – and best friend – is going out with the person of my interest, so he is completely off limits anyway.

Yes, I think you see my problem. It's pretty terrifying. And so I decide to do what any confused, bisexual male would do – I turned to someone I'm close to for help. Naturally, I chose my big brother, James. He's in the year above me, and there have been rumours that one of his friend's is homosexual, so I came to the conclusion that he'd be alright with it.

Ha. How wrong I was. I walked up to him, asked to have a word. You know, to get him away from his friends. He and I had quite a close bond, so he agreed without complaint. And then I told him everything. Absolutely everything. And do you know what he said?

"Bloody hell, my brother's gay!"

He looked utterly disgusted, completely repulsed by the idea that he was related to someone that was not heterosexual. I guess his friend isn't gay, after all. But, honestly, who would have thought? James Potter, carefree prankster, homophobic.

He stopped talking to me after that. He ignores my attempts to have a word with him, avoids my eyes during meals and in the halls, leaves the room if I enter it. It hurts that, even if my brother can't accept other people this way, he can't even be with his own flesh and blood … all because I like a guy in the way most guy's don't.

I hear him mutter things under his breath as we walk past each other in the hallways. Disgrace to the family. Disgusting monster. Vile alien. Utter humiliation. A complete let down. Dirty filth. Scum of the universe.

I've had enough of it.

That's how I ended up sitting outside, curled up in a ball as rain pounded down, beating against my skin hard enough to leave bruises. My clothes are soaked through, allowing water to seep into places it shouldn't go, and my hair is – for once – not sticking up in every direction. I stared unseeingly at the lake through squinted eyes as I ponder over how my life became such a disaster.

"Albus, what the hell are you doing out here?" a voice calls.

I turn around to see a shivering Scorpius Malfoy, clutching his arms against his chest as if to block out the cold.

"What does it look like?" I retort harshly, turning back round. It's his fault I'm in this mess, I've decided, and he is not the person I want to see right now.

He walks towards me and sits down, his arm rubbing against mine. I ignore the way my heart races to the best of my ability, pleading Merlin to sort everything out again.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Positively freezing," I reply blankly.

"Then come inside before you catch a cold."

"A cold? That sounds great. I'll stay out here, thanks."

"What's gotten you so bloody suicidal all of a sudden?"

All of a sudden? It's not as if Scorpius and I are friends or anything. How would he know if my 'suicidal feeling' was all of a sudden or a progressive thing?

And I don't know why, I have no clue what made me do it, but I told him. I told him nearly everything. How I'm not as straight as I thought I was, how James can't accept that, how much it hurts to have a brother that is disgusted by you, how I feel so insecure of myself. The only part I leave out, however, is who made me realise I was bisexual. Somewhere during my announcement, tears fall from my green eyes, mingling with the rain until I couldn't distinguish between the two.

And I don't know why, I have no clue what made him do it, but he puts his arm around me and leans forward, leading with his mouth. Part of me wants to stop him, wants to remind him that he has a girlfriend, that he shouldn't be doing this. But the rest of me, the greedy part of me, wants him to continue, to close the distance between us. I want him to forget about Rose for the moment and let me have what I've been wanting for so long now.

My eyes flutter closed as his lips meet mine, and my hands find themselves around his middle, one on his back and one on his side. The arm that isn't draped over my shoulder lifts up as he runs his fingers through my hair. Kissing a boy is nothing like kissing a girl. It tastes different, and their skin isn't as soft and smooth. But it's better. I prefer it this way.

Nothing matters in that special moment. It doesn't matter that Scorpius has a girlfriend, or that he's supposed to be straight. It doesn't matter that we're freezing cold and drenched, and will probably wake up with a flu tomorrow. It doesn't matter that my brother hates my way of life now, or that I'm completely betraying Rose, my cousin, my best friend. All that matters is us, together.

As he pulls away, his grey eyes look into my green. "You have nothing to feel insecure about, Albus," he says, his voice barely a whisper.

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine again, and I'm in utter heaven. My brain cannot form one coherent sentence, but I don't care.

And that's how it began.

A/N: It took a completely different turn to how I intended before. Originally, they weren't going to kiss. Yet. But hey, my fingers did the typing, and this is what they came out with.

Next Chapter... Cheating, in Rose's POV. See the connection? :D

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