Disclaimer: not mine. All characters and locations are creations of JK
Rowling. Suing is pointless, as I have nothing worth taking.
A/N: this story is slash. In case you don't know, that's a story with a male/male pairing. Inexplicit, but if it's not you thing, kindly hit the back button now. Set on Harry and Ron's first night back at Hogwart's in fifth year.
Harry was lying awake in bed, thinking. It was his first night back at Hogwart's, and he had a lot on his mind. Well, one thing in particular- Ron. Recently, he has started to feel… differently towards him. Like whenever he was close to him, he wanted to reach out and touch him. Very similar, in fact, to how he felt about Cho. These thoughts worried him- surely there was something wrong with him? He had heard what Uncle Vernon said about this sort of thing; he described them as 'poofs', in the same way he would use the word 'scum'. He spoke about them in the same way he spoke about wizardry, and this frightened Harry. Did these feelings towards Ron mean he was deviant, abnormal? Also, and this scared him even more, he knew Ron could never share these feelings, that it was all one-sided. He knew, even though Ron didn't seem to, that it was Hermione Ron wanted. He knew that he was never going to feel good about this situation- it made him feel tainted, a freak. Yet, it seemed so natural to him to feel this way. But he didn't understand how he could want both Ron and Cho. Harry was hopelessly confused, and didn't know how to deal with how he felt. It seemed impossible to him how he could be attracted to both girls and boys at the same time. The two seemed incompatible, and his guilt about his feelings towards Ron was definitely not helping. He thought of Ron, with his unswerving loyalty towards anything he cared for. Everything about him seemed to Harry to be everything he ever wanted in a… partner? Lover? What? He didn't know what he wanted any more, how he felt, anything. All he knew was that the person he wanted most was completely unattainable to him.
Sighing, Harry turned over onto his stomach and pulled the covers over his head. "Try to sleep", he thought to himself. "Then you won't think about…this." He eventually fell asleep, relieved to have his pain dulled, but dreading its inevitable return the next day.
A/N: this story is slash. In case you don't know, that's a story with a male/male pairing. Inexplicit, but if it's not you thing, kindly hit the back button now. Set on Harry and Ron's first night back at Hogwart's in fifth year.
Harry was lying awake in bed, thinking. It was his first night back at Hogwart's, and he had a lot on his mind. Well, one thing in particular- Ron. Recently, he has started to feel… differently towards him. Like whenever he was close to him, he wanted to reach out and touch him. Very similar, in fact, to how he felt about Cho. These thoughts worried him- surely there was something wrong with him? He had heard what Uncle Vernon said about this sort of thing; he described them as 'poofs', in the same way he would use the word 'scum'. He spoke about them in the same way he spoke about wizardry, and this frightened Harry. Did these feelings towards Ron mean he was deviant, abnormal? Also, and this scared him even more, he knew Ron could never share these feelings, that it was all one-sided. He knew, even though Ron didn't seem to, that it was Hermione Ron wanted. He knew that he was never going to feel good about this situation- it made him feel tainted, a freak. Yet, it seemed so natural to him to feel this way. But he didn't understand how he could want both Ron and Cho. Harry was hopelessly confused, and didn't know how to deal with how he felt. It seemed impossible to him how he could be attracted to both girls and boys at the same time. The two seemed incompatible, and his guilt about his feelings towards Ron was definitely not helping. He thought of Ron, with his unswerving loyalty towards anything he cared for. Everything about him seemed to Harry to be everything he ever wanted in a… partner? Lover? What? He didn't know what he wanted any more, how he felt, anything. All he knew was that the person he wanted most was completely unattainable to him.
Sighing, Harry turned over onto his stomach and pulled the covers over his head. "Try to sleep", he thought to himself. "Then you won't think about…this." He eventually fell asleep, relieved to have his pain dulled, but dreading its inevitable return the next day.