"I'm Gay..."
Summery: What happens when Harry tells Ron and Hermione that he's gay? And what's this about Hermione betting...and loosing?
Thanks to: Arastel for beta'ing this story...she is most wonderful.
Harry Potter, Boy-who-Lived, burst through the door into the boy's dormitory, hoping that Hermione and Ron were there. He had run all the way from his detention with Snape after realising it...
His two friends looked at him, surprised.
"What's up Harry? How was the detention?" Ron asked, while Hermione adopted a concerned expression.
"I-I think..." He stopped, flopping down onto his bed, panting and trying to get his breath back.
It was all he could think of...in his dreams when he was asleep...in his mind during the day. And he had to tell someone.
"I-I think I'm gay." Harry said after taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes, waiting for the onslaught of comments from Hermione and Ron.
'How can you be?'...'That's disgusting'...'So, you're a faggot?'...
He waited, but they never came.
Instead, he could hear the chinking of coins, and the raven-haired Gryffindor opened his eyes, to see Hermione sullenly dropping a few galleons into Ron's open hand, who received the money with a large grin on his face.
"W-What?" Harry gulped, blinking a few times.
"We already knew." Hermione said patiently, watching Ron counting out the money.
"You see Harry. We bet on when you would tell us..." Ron said as he slipped the the coins into his jean trousers.
"And Ron said that you would tell us before the school term finished." Hermione continued on the sentence from where her boyfriend left off. Harry hadn't moved from his position on the bed.
"Flies Harry, flies." Hermione said, and Harry quickly shut his open mouth, leaving Ron looking slightly confused at the Muggle expression, before the red-head shrugged and ignored.
"Y-You knew?" Harry stuttered, and his two friends nodded.
"Harry. I'm afraid it's painfully obvious when you look at your lack of girlfriends." Hermione said.
"Yeah, mate. And the way you look at Malfoy during Quidditch." Ron continued with a grin, which widened as Harry spluttered and shook his head.
"No-one else knows...we think; but now you have admitted it, it won't be long til it's in the Daily Prophet." The bushy-haired girl said, laughing at Harry's disgusted expression.
'Oh well' he thought. 'At least they don't hate me...even if they were betting on me.'
Well, that's it. I wrote it quickly the other day.
I hope you liked it...
Reviews would be wonderful...they do make me write faster, I promise. :)
And I would love to know if you would like more chapters to this story - it's just a one-shot right now, but I could add more chapters.