A/N: A Short chapter, but it's all I can do with the available time that I have. Enjoy.

Chapter Three

Hugo's dreams were filled of weird and strange things, one moment he was kissing Michelle, then Michelle morphed into Jack.

Then his family were stood around watching him and laughing, laughing at him and shouting that they were disappointed and hoped that this was just a phase.

He woke feeling grumpy, usually seeing Jack's huge grin, dimples and all, would cheer him up and start his day off just right. Today when he woke and said good morning, Jack scowled and ignored him. That sinking feeling returned with full force.

He sat up in his bad, "Jack, come on. I don't even know why you're so mad at me? I'm the one who should be mad. You accused me of being gay." He testily grumbled.

Jack snorted, looked over at the wonderfully dishevelled and sleepy boy in front of him, "Then why aren't you mad? It's because deep down Hugo you know I'm right." He then turned and walked off to get a shower.

Hugo stared after him and mumbled, "No, I'm not gay. I'm not." He said to no one in particular.

At breakfast Hugo tried again, "Jack" he glanced at him, questioning him with his eyes

"Why don't we just agree to disagree? I don't want to fall out with you over this, it's getting out of hand. I want my best friend back – I miss you"

Jack was fully prepared to ignore Hugo's plea, but then he had uttered 'I miss you' and well that undid him.

"Sure Hugo. Let's just agree to disagree, but when you finally figure it out, you're getting a one hell of I told you so" and he returned to eating his breakfast.

Hugo huffed, but ignored the comment.

If Hugo sat and thought about his dream, he knew that his family wouldn't really be ashamed of him, they wouldn't disown him. After all they all accepted Harry and Draco, but he was in a state of panic and he couldn't listen to reason.

The other part of the dream he reflected on often, was kissing Jack. In truth kissing Michelle had been boring and well rubbish. He definitely felt stirrings of arousal when he thought of himself kissing Jack. This frightened him the most, he was a firm believer of ignorance is bliss and he decided to just deny how his feelings were changing. Denial is his friend now, his best friend.

Hugo was aware that denial is the refusal to accept reality or fact, acting as if a painful event, thought or feeling did not exist. Many people use denial in their everyday lives to avoid dealing with painful feelings or areas of their life they don't wish to admit. Therefore he was suitably knowledgeable in the area of denial and planned to deny all of his feelings.

In fact he was convinced that he only felt these strange feelings, because he had never been with a girl. He was confident that once he lost his virginity with a girl, he would have a moment of clarity and it would prove he was straight once and for all.

The end of the school year was approaching and Hugo had decided he wanted to sleep with a girl. He hated this inner turmoil and knew it would all go away once he had been with a girl. It would jump start his brain into desiring women and to have sex again.

Jack hadn't raised Hugo's sexuality again and Hugo was thankful, he hoped Jack had changed his mind. He did miss Jack's lingering touches, soft laugh and warm smile, but then maybe Jack was still a little mad at him.

They were sat in the common room, when Michelle came and sat next to Hugo.

"Hey gorgeous" she said as she looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering.

Jack was in the chair next to the sofa and rolled his eyes and raised his book higher, to block out the vomit inducing sight.

"Um Hi" Hugo replied, he was nervous around Michelle, she was so forward and confident.

Maybe that was a good thing, he had no idea what he was doing. He needed a willing girl, one that wouldn't get upset if he just slept with her, and one that would take control and show him what to do.

So he smiled at her, she giggled, "We're having a party Friday, last day of term and all that. I hope you will be there?" she asked, whilst shifting closer to him.

Jack tried to zone out the conversation. Michelle was such a skank. She had gained a reputation as a girl up for kissing, fondling and well giving oral, she had recently moved on to sleeping with some boys. If Roxanne was speaking the truth she even slept with another girl's boyfriend. Skank, was definitely the correct word for her, Jack thought.

She was almost fifteen, a lot of people are sexually active at that age, but not to her extent – definitely a skank. Jack thought again.

Jack was too busy slagging her off in his head, he missed Hugo's reply of, "I'll be there".

(Time skip)

It was now Friday and they had just eaten dinner. Back in the dorm, Hugo and Jack were getting ready for the standard Gryffindor end of term party. Jack thought Hugo seemed extra nervous and jumpy tonight, but he ignored it. Not in the mood for Hugo's whirlwind of moods and emotions.

Hugo found that he would actually think of Jack more, when he was being distant with him. He wanted the old Jack back, the Jack that wasn't bothered about touching him, laughing, joking and well just being his best friend. This Jack was reserved and was holding back, it annoyed Hugo. It annoyed Hugo because he missed the touches most of all and that wasn't helping with his denial plan.

So he decided tonight was the night, he was going to sleep with Michelle, if she was up for it. He was really nervous and scared, he tried not to show it. But he couldn't help being a bit jumpy.

They had been at the party for a few hours now and all the students were happy and relaxed, talking of the summer holidays and their plans.

Jack had to clamp his mouth shut and lock his jaw, when Hugo and Michelle started kissing again. Well fine whatever, Hugo the idiot can make the biggest mistake of his life, fine by him. Like he cares – well that was a lie that was the whole fucking problem, he cared too much.

Hugo ignored Jack's eyes boring into his back, it only spurred him on. He had to prove to himself and Jack that he liked women.

Jack decided to talk to a fifth year boy, who seemed to have been giving him more attention since he had come out. He was reluctant at first, waiting for Hugo. He laughed, waiting for Hugo. Get a fucking grip Jack – you'd be waiting forever. So he started talking to Aaron when he sat next to him.

Jack was too busy talking with Aaron, he didn't notice Michelle leading Hugo up to the boy's dormitories.

Hugo was shaking, he was so nervous and scared. Michelle had asked if he wanted to go somewhere more private and he had said yes. Now they were in his dorm, she had shut and locked the door.

"Hugo, what is it you want from me?"

He gulped, "I um, I don't know what you mean?" he played dumb.

She giggled, "Well you obviously don't want to be my boyfriend. You seem rather nervous? Do you just want some fun?" she asked, as she advanced towards him.

He was panicking, maybe he shouldn't have sex, he wasn't sure he was ready and he didn't feel for Michelle. He was still young, he had plenty of time to have sex.

"Um Michelle I don't know, I think I'm not ready, I don't know" he stammered.

She smiled, "Hugo, I think you need me. I know you are confused about your sexuality. I can help with that, I can make it go away. I will go easy on you, I promise. You'll soon forget all about Jack"

Hugo frowned, "What?" he squeaked.

She laughed, "I'm not stupid Hugo. I know you're pinning after him, you can't stop staring at his face, his hands, his lips – Hugo, and Jack is the only person you have ever shown interest in, in the whole four years of being here"

He straightened up, "I do not like Jack in that way. I am a boy and I like girls. I'll prove it" he said firmly and he pulled her into a long kiss.

He didn't noticed the satisfied and calculated looked in her eyes. She knew if she poked Hugo about Jack and Hugo's feelings, he would snap.

She pushed him onto the bed, Hugo wasn't like normal boys. Most boys she had messed around with, would get erections really easy. Boys their age, got turned on by such simple things, like breasts and sensual kissing. Hugo seemed immune – this was no longer about pissing Jack off.

As Michelle had decided to sleep with Hugo to fuck with Jack. She knew Jack was gay and that he had a huge crush on Hugo. But now Hugo wasn't reacting to her, it became a challenge, a challenge to get him aroused and excited. She loved challenges.

Hugo didn't know what reactions were normal, so when he wasn't aroused by the kissing or the flashes of flesh, he didn't think anything was wrong. However no matter his sexual preference, he was a teenage boy, so when Michelle undid his jeans and started stroking his flaccid cock, he soon became hard. It wasn't because he was doing this with a girl, no it was purely because his cock was being stimulated.

However because he was enjoying the feel of having someone wank him, and it happened to be a girl, Hugo assumed that he was feeling these new sensations and arousal because he was straight. That he reacted like this because he was turned on by Michelle.

She removed her clothes and his, he didn't really participate, being nervous and not having done this before.

His eyes looked over her body, she had a good figure and was developed well for her age. He didn't feel anything particular when seeing her naked, but he wasn't repulsed. He assumed it was because Michelle was just a girl and not his girlfriend. If he was actually with the person he had sex with, he was sure he would feel differently.

She straddled him, "I'm going to put a condom on you now, then we will have sex" she informed him, it wasn't romantic and it wasn't particularly wanted on either sides.

Michelle was doing it to prove a point, that she could get Hugo aroused and to climax, even if he wasn't into her. She also wanted to hurt Jack – wanker.

Hugo wouldn't admit it, but he was going through with it to prove a point. Prove that he was straight and that he liked women.

She placed the condom on and then eased Hugo into herself, sit back down on him. She started grinding and gyrating, he led still. His hands resting on her thighs, but not caressing or touching, just placed there, as if he thought he should at least touch her.

She moved forwards and started kissing his neck and jaw. Capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. Hugo had never had sex before, he had nothing to compare it to. But the feeling of warm, wet, and tightness surrounding his cock felt nice. It was better than masturbating.

He started moaning as the sensations of being surrounded and having her ride his cock built up the pleasure. He didn't last long, not having been used to controlling himself, with this much pleasure, he came quickly and cried out. She hadn't even came close to an orgasm, she climbed doff him and immediately got dressed.

Hugo was embarrassed he just lost his virginity, not to someone he loved, or even cared about. It was awkward and quick, nothing like he ever thought it would be. They barely touched each other when having sex, barely kissed or looked into each other's eyes. He had always imagined that was what you did when having sex. His brain supplied the answer, you just had sex with Michelle. You are thinking of making love – there is a difference.

He still felt confused and unsure of who he was, he didn't have a sudden need to shag a women again. He just felt worse if anything, not only did he use Michelle, he now felt guilty and awful for losing his virginity in such a way.

He dressed and disposed of the condom. She looked over at him, "Call me if you want some more practice" and she left.

Just as she was leaving Jack walked in, he took one look at Michelle, one at Hugo, who was half dressed, rumpled and bed sheets messed up.

Michelle walked to the door, stepped next to Jack and leaned in whispering so Hugo couldn't hear, "Fuck you Jack. I got there first. No matter what happens now, you will not be his first." And she laughed and left.

Jack stared at Hugo. Hugo blushed, he was ashamed and embarrassed and he wished he'd listened to Jack. Not about being gay, because he wasn't. But about your virginity being special and that he should save it for someone special, he felt dirty, used and so ashamed.

Jack walked into the room, "So I bet you know now" Hugo noted his voice was shaking and he seemed livid.

Hugo frowned, "know what?" he didn't know what he was on about.

Jack laughed, "That you're fucking straight Hugo. What a way to fucking prove your point. You can be such a bastard, you know that." He got changed into his pyjamas, facing away from Hugo. He didn't want Hugo to see that he was crying.

Hugo stared at Jack's back, it angered him when he felt his eyes lingering over Jack's body, over his frame, his tanned skin and his muscles. Great I just lost my virginity in the most humiliating way, and I still don't know what I want. I still stare a Jack, in a lustful way. He squeezed his eyes shut, to force himself not to stare at Jack.

Hugo was angry at himself, at his confused mind and at Michelle for not stopping it. So he directed his anger at Jack.

"Fuck you Jack. You're just jealous that I had sex. You don't have to be such an asshole about it. Yes I'm straight. How do you think I managed to get it up? I found Michelle attractive" he lied.

"I –I slept with her because I wanted to, because I found her attractive and because I was ready to give myself to someone. I-I climaxed inside her. HER Jack – not a man. Not once did I think of boys, I thought of her and her only. I had great sex…" another lie, all lies.

"So yeah I am straight. I'd appreciate it if you stop trying to convince me that I am gay" and he closed his curtains and pretended to sleep.

Jack was crying freely now, Hugo's words hurt. Hurt like hell. He climbed into bed, cursing Michelle, cursing Hugo and most of all cursing himself for falling in love with his best friend.