Part 1
Harry Potter, the boy who lived was unpacking his trunk alongside his bed when Ron, his best friend came bursting in. They had just arrived to Hogwarts again and both looked forward to spending the whole school year together.
"Harry!" Ron said excitedly; "I just met Hermione downstairs and she said that she had something to tell us as soon as we'd done unpacking."
Hermione was Harry's and Ron's best friend, wherever you saw those two, Hermione wouldn't be far. They had gone through a lot together. It all started when the two boys had saved her from a big troll when they were in their first year. The troll had been sent by their first defends against the dark art teacher to mislead others while he tried to steal the sorcerer stone which was guarded by three headed dog for his master, Voldemort, but... That's a whole different story.
"Really?" Harry gasped, "Do you know anything what it is about?"
"No..." Ron said truthfully, "I have no idea"
Here they were again, the famous Harry Potter and his loyal followers Ron and Hermione, back to Hogwarts.
Ron finished unpacking first, stood up and ran downstairs to meet Hermione. Harry wondered what she could have to tell them while he fished a pair of stinky old socks out of his trunk. Hopefully this wasn't anything that would lead to him having to rescue someone, almost die or anything else life threatening, because Harry had had enough of adventures. Harry finished his unpacking quickly and ran downstairs away from the boy's dormitory, he was hurrying so much that he didn't notice a rather chubby boy making his way up the stairs.
"Hi Harr..." Neville stuttered towards Harry when he came whooshing down, made his way through the common room and out the hole behind the painting.
Neville was the same age as Harry and the rest but he had never really fitted in the clique. He was a chubby, shy, clumsy little fellow that always seemed to get into trouble. He was their friend, but he didn't hang around them as much as he wanted.
"You what!" Ron yelled a little to loudly at Hermione when they were sitting at the breakfast table. Hermione looked nervously at many of the startled and curious faces all around them trying to get a glimpse of what was going on.
"Shhh... Not so loud, this is supposed to be a secret," Hermione whispered.
Harry stretched his arms calmly and looked straight at Hermione. "Well, it's not what I ever expected you to turn into"
"I didn't turn into anything Harry" Hermione said fiercely "It's just who I am, this is just the way I feel."
"No, it can't be, common Hermione you're just teasing right?" Ron said turning almost maroon and holding the table in a death grip "Right?"
"I'm not teasing Ron" Hermione said, "I am gay"
Harry heard a horrible choking sound beside him. He turned and saw that Ron had actually turned purple and was struggling to breath normally. Ron then seemed to get himself together because a minute later he stood up and ran out of the dinner hall.
"I guess he didn't take it that well, huh?" Hermione sighed.
"So, you're a lesbo, huh?" Harry exclaimed,
"Oh common, Harry, I thought you would at least understand" Hermione said disappointedly, "It's not as I've really changed; I mean I'm still me, but I'm just not attracted to guys".
Harry and Hermione were walking to Herbalogy class after lunch; the sun was shining down on their faces making their noses tingle. All around them were students, some sitting near the lake, under a tree, reading a book, others hurrying to class, none of them oblivious to the fact that there was a red headed boy moping inside on this beautiful day.
"Have you seen Ron around? I thought he was supposed to attend class with us" Hermione asked curiously.
"No, I think he's still a little upset about... well you know what about" Harry exclaimed eyeing Hermione nervously. "I'd just give him a little more time, you know, to digest this."
The Herbalogy class went slowly and in silence. Professor Sprout rambled on about some sort of herb that could restore full strength and was often used by the Quiddich player on their Home team, but Harry wasn't really listening, usually when someone mentioned Quiddich he was all ears but not now. He was thinking about what this would mean for their friendship, knowing that Ron wasn't a guy who would take as big news as this for granted and Hermione wasn't going to just leave it like, she was likely to get a girlfriend or what not, and he was scared that the trio might brake up.
"...and it also contains the ability to wake up the dead, but that's not recommended." Harry snapped out if his doze as Prof. Sprout continued to ramble. "The person will not be the same person after you wake him; this is often called a "ZoomBaaz" by the Muggles I believe"
Harry looked over to Hermione and studied her face while she was busy writing down glossary, sweating because of the hot air inside the green house or her excitement learning, nodding her head slightly with every fact Prof. Sprout spit out.
"Could you physically notice it on person whether it is gay or not?" Harry wondered. He couldn't notice anything; she was just the same old Hermione.
Ron sat by the window pouting and eyeing down at the green house, where Harry and Hermione and all his other classmates were making the best of the day. It was a great day to do anything else than stay inside but Ron wasn't feeling that well. He didn't understand why he had reacted as forcefully as he did; it wasn't, as he liked Hermione in that way.
Pig squealed in his cage and Ron threw an old owl candy at him to shut him up. He still felt this uncomfortable choking sensation. He suddenly hated everything, every sound, every thought, and every person.
"What right did she have to like girls, I like girls!" He though bitterly. "This isn't natural, girls are supposed to like boys, and boys are supposed to like girls, not the other way around."
Ron had never accepted things that were out of the ordinary; his family was as old fashioned as it could get, His folks got married and had children, it was no divorce, no out of the marriage children and NO HOMOSEXUALS!
He thought back to the last years and searched for any indications he could have noticed about Hermione, but found nothing. She never looked at other girls unless to give them guidance for classes and she did date that stupid Victor Krum.
Ron opened up his trunk and dug himself face first in his things, he half disappeared but when he reappeared he was holding a book, a very large book as it seemed, about Magical Creatures. He threw himself with the book on the bed and drew up a piece of parchment. He was going to study.
Authors notes: I am a big fan of Ron/Hermione relationship, so I don't really know where this all came from. I will finish this story, piece by piece and I hope that you will just be patience. I'd love reviews, and I really hope you like my writings.
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