The Golden Trio sat in an empty Gryffindor common room. They planned it out so they could talk in private. Too bad they had to wait until one in the morning before the place cleared out.
"Harry, can we hurry this up?" asked the red-headed, short-tempered member of the trio. He sat with his head resting on his hands. "I'd like to get some sleep tonight."
"Don't rush him, Ronald," said the bushy-haired, intelligent girl in the group. She sat next to the red head. "He obviously has something difficult to say to us. Give him some time."
"Thanks, 'Mione," said the raven-haired, courageous one. He said across from the other two, looking nervous and anxious. He did have something difficult to say to them, but he knew if he didn't say it now, he'd loose his nerve.
"Okay, here it goes," Harry muttered under his breath. He took a deep breath and told them, "Guys, I'm gay."
The other two stared at him for a few moments. Harry accepted this at them letting the information sink in. Well, he hoped it was just that.
Finally, Hermione began with an, "Oh, Harry," and moved to give him a hug. Harry took the embrace with delight. At least she understood.
"Thank you, Harry. Thank you so much for telling us. It means a lot. Doesn't it, Ron?" Hermione look over at Ron, who was looking at Harry like he had just told him he was going to go kill some kittens.
"You're… You're gay?" asked Ron, spitting the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "As in, you like blokes?"
"Oh, god, here we go," Harry heard Hermione mutter.
"Yeah, Ron, I like guys," replied Harry. He could already see where this was going.
"So you like ass-fucking guys?" Ron sneered at him.
Harry turned a bright shade of red. "Well, umm, I've never, so, uhh, I don't know…"
"And Harry, that's okay. We still love you and we'll support you in every way. Right, Ron?" said good old, understanding Hermione.
"Do you know what people do to you like you, Harry?" Ron questioned. Apparently, it was hypothetical, because Ron answered with, "The wizarding world doesn't appreciate gays. You're more likely to be killed because of that than Hermione is being a Muggleborn."
"You're going to be doing the killing, I suppose?" Harry had had enough of Ron's disapproval. He was being an arrogant ass, and Harry was determined to show him that.
"Now now," said Hermione. "No need for this. Just because Harry prefers the same sex, doesn't mean we aren't all friends."
"I'm not going to be friends with a faggot" stated Ron coldly, looking Harry straight in the eye. Harry could feel a shiver running down his spine. He had never seen Ron act like this before. He wasn't even this mean to Malfoy.
"Well, I'm not going to be friends with an ignorant homophobe," Harry said. He hoped Ron didn't see the slight stutter in his voice or his shaking knees.
"That's fine, 'cause you don't have to," the red-head yelled, storming out the door.
Harry let out a sigh as Ron left. It hadn't gone as he hoped, but when had anything in his life had?
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. Ron didn't mean those things, I swear. He's just surprised." Hermione said, comforting. She rubbed his arm.
"Thanks Hermione, for understanding and accepting me. I think I just want to be alone now. See you tomorrow," Harry said, moving towards the dormitory. Once he was out of the girl's view, he started rushing. He ran pass his room into the laboratory. He jumped into a stall and quickly locked the door. He didn't want anyone to see what he was doing.
Harry pulled out his cock, and started tugging and stroking it, all the time thinking about those cold as death eyes, staring at him. He had never seen anything that arousing.
He came quickly, whispering Ron's named as he climaxed. Harry cleaned up his mess, than sat down and cried. He had just lost one of his best friends, and somehow that turned into his newest wet dream.
What kind of twisted, fucked-up irony is this?