Disclaimer: The usual. Characters not mine. Harry Potter. Disclaimed.
A/N: I forgot to mention this last time, but Just thought I'd let everyone know that this is like the worlds biggest crack pairing for me! XD
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When Harry woke up again he was served some aspirin by a medical attendant who proceeded to inspect his knee. When she finished the clearance exam comprised of a series of x-rays, muscle screenings, and physical functionality tests which were all conducted with her wand, the nurse scrawled out a note verifying that he was permitted to check out of the infirmary.
Harry collected his things and made his way back to the Gryffindor commons to read a book with his leg elevated comfortably. When he had reorganized the living space near his bed and retrieved a suitable book he made his way to a seat in the common area, propped up his leg with a pillow, and opened the book taking in a deep breath to help clear his mind. He gazed at the book in a hazy stare, the kind one gets when they are completely zoned out.
After three of four minutes of sitting silently in his present manor, Harry finally closed the book with a thud, dropped it on the floor next to the couch, and fell back letting out a long grunt of frustration.
"How the hell am I supposed to clear up these stupid feelings if I can't even get close to him without making things awkward! For God's sake we're both men, this shouldn't be happening!"
Harry sat in frustration pathetically for a while longer until something hit him. He had an idea. A stupid idea. An idea he couldn't even believe he's been crazy enough to have thought of. But an idea so stupid, it just might work. And even though he was aware it was a very slim chance and a very stupid idea, at least he could say he tried something!
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That evening at supper Ron and Hermione were disappointed to see that Harry had still not returned, but they were soon distracted when they saw a new girl who was very peculiar somehow. The girl wasted no time in introducing herself. She stated she was a long-lost cousin of Harry's who until recently, thought herself no more than a muggle. Her name was Mary and she was apparently the daughter of a half brother of Harry's dad whom had been left at an orphanage when he was born from another mother, and somehow this all equated to her last name also being Potter. To not leave a single bit of her story out, she explained that on the night that harry had received his dark mark from he who must not be named, his parents were watching her for her father and she had received an identical scar to his, but being a year older, she crawled away in fear and was raised by wolves.
Not only was that such an unlikely story, but Ron and Hermione couldn't think of any reason to defend and explain ones self all at once as an introduction. True, they were disbelieving, but the fact remained that the girl who stood before them held a shocking resemblance to Harry, so much so that they were fairly certain if someone were to replace her skirt for trousers and cut her pig tails off to style her hair like Harry's, Marry Potter could be guaranteed to be mistaken for her cousin Harry.
After dinner, Ron and Hermione took the liberty of giving Mary a tour of the school before returning to their quarters for the evening. It was unlikely that such a brief tour would help any student who was truly new to the school navigate the place, but there was much to be said for why it seemed pointless to present Mary with anything more detailed, and besides, Ron had no desire to put up with her shameless flirting without getting a word in likewise.
When the three arrived at the Gryffindor commons, Hermione quickly parted ways admitting she had a plethora of homework she had neglected to do over the weekend. After a brief exchange of Ron griping about her needing to take a break from the stress of all her extra classes, she managed to slip up to her room to study.
Ron, on the other hand, had made the mistake of lingering with Mary. He quickly learned she was a straight forward and strong willed girl. The fervent flirting that had taken place throughout the tour suddenly became forceful when Mary pinned Ron to one of the couches by placing herself on his lap invasively. Having never been flirted with, Harry made the mistake of assuming as long as he was disguised as a girl he could say something suggestive and suddenly Ron would be as horny as any other guy.
Not wanting to make an ass of him self, Ron pretended for a minute that the sturdily built girl on his lap was someone else, but when Mary leaned in for a kiss, he stopped her, scooting her off his lap, which he found to be no easy feat.
"I… I'm sorry Mary, I..." Ron began and then trailed off to take a deep breath. "I can't do this to you."
"Do what to me Ronny-bear?" Mary wined sounding much more confused than the cute inflection she was intending, and clearly continuing with the shameless flirting wrapping her arms around Ron's neck once more.
"Look, if I tell you…" he started with legitimate concern, "You have to swear you won't tell ANYONE!"
Mary was now seriously lost.
"Uh… Okay. I swear." She promised concerned for the fact that she had no idea what she was agreeing too.
"I don't…" Ron heasitated and swallowed his fears, "I don't like girls!"
The words flooded from his mouth as pressurized as water from a fire hose. It was difficult to understand, but the anxious look on his face as though he were expecting to be slapped for this cleared everything up.
Mary hung her head not in a defeated or disappointed way, just in a way that was unexpected. Ron found himself especially confused when the tear that rolled down her soft cheek fell on his leg, and was then proceeded with a broken and yet soft chuckle. Ron began to worry at this. Had he broken her heart? It seemed an unlikely possibility to have broken the heart of someone who had just met him, but he supposed there could be some validity to the saying that love sometimes works in strange and mysterious ways.
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A/N: Cliffhanger!
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