Chapter One - A Cold Wake Up
He sat up suddenly, opening his hangings he realized that he was the only one up yet. He decided to lie back down. It was when his head hit his pillow that he remembered what had woken him. He pulled up his blanket and looked down at the bulge in his boxers. 'Oh shit, not again' he thought to himself.
Without hesitation he jumped out of bed, ran into the showers and turned one on cold. It was the third time in a row that he found himself in this specific morning routine. He quickly took off his red Quidditch boxers and stepped into the shower. 'Why do I continue to dream this way? Especially about him. I AM NOT GAY! I am not even bi as far as I know,' he went through his usual thoughts as the cold river of water poured down on him and calmed his body. After his manlyhood was limp again he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. When he walked back into the boys' dormitory Ron was getting ready to go down to breakfast.
"Hey mate," were his first words to Harry.
"Did I wake everyone?" muttered Harry.
Ron could tell there was something wrong with his best friend because he was shivering and obviously had something on his mind. "Harry?" no answer. "Harry… Hogwarts to Harry…HEY!"
"Huh.. oh what do you want Ron?"
"Um, did you take a cold shower again?"
Harry, who was rummaging through his trunk, stopped, looked up, and stared blankly at his friend, not wanting to answer the question.
"You did!" giggled Ron (A.N. it wasn't a manly giggle it was that of a little girl who got a pony for her birthday), "Who's the lucky person?"
Harry didn't say anything, he was hoping that Ron would get the hint aqnd drop it. To his great displeasure Ron was being especially dense at this particular moment.
"Come on mate. You can tell me. I promise not to laugh. What's the girl's name?"
Ron couldn't understand his response because he had said it through clencehed teeth. "What was that?"
"I said it isn't a girl, not shut the bloddy fuck up!" snapped the furious boy.
"Wow that was so very Malfoyish of you." said the redhead sarcastically. Though he meant nothing by it, it had hit Harry hard in the gut.
