At some point Harry must have dozed off because he remembered being woken up by his four roommates getting ready for bed.

"Don't you think Harry has been acting a little weird lately?" An Irish voice said casually.

"When doesn't Harry act a bit weird?" Harry assumed that was Dean. There was no malice behind his words so Harry wasn't offended. Hell, he would be the first to admit he was weird.

"Yeah but I mean, he ran off really suddenly earlier. What was that about?" Seamus again.

"It's not the first time you know," Ron spoke up, "He ran away from me and Hermione a couple days ago. And what was that thing earlier, saying Malfoy wouldn't let anyone touch him? You don't think they-"

There was a long, uncomfortable pause.

"No. Harry and Malfoy don't have anything going on," Dean spoke again, "That would just be too weird!" Harry shot up in bed. They thought he was seeing Malfoy?

"More like scary! How could you even think about Harry like that? He wouldn't go for Death Eater scum like Malfoy," Was that Neville? Harry felt like whooping the boy for talking sense for once.

"And Harry isn't gay," Seamus pointed out. A strange irritation flared in Harry. Thanks for thinking of that last, guys.

"Well, he does tend to look at guys a lot…" Ron brought up nervously.

"What do you mean?" Three excited and slightly fearful voiced sounded.

"Well, you know, I've noticed recently how Harry doesn't really look at girls the way I do. Even though I'm with 'Mione, a guy's got to look, right?" There was a general murmur of agreement when Ron finished.

"But Harry can't be gay," Neville insisted, "He liked Cho Chang."

There was another pause for a moment and then Ron spoke up.

"And look at how that ended."

That seemed to be enough speculation on Harry's sexuality for one night. The boys said their goodnights and silence soon fell upon the boy's dormitory.

Harry pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on his crossed arms. How could they think I'm gay? Harry thought.

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"How can they think I'm gay, Hermione?" Harry stared at the girl in disbelief. He huffed and threw the last bit of his toast in to the lake.

"Well," The girl bit her bottom lip and lowered her eyes. She seemed very reluctant to tell Harry what she really thought.

"What?" Harry almost growled at her. It was very early on Saturday morning and Harry had dragged Hermione outside in to the cold, with toast wrapped in napkins, to wonder around the lake so Harry could tell her what he had overheard.

"Well, they may have reasons to jump to that conclusion," Hermione said quietly, scared of her friend's reaction.

"Reasons? What reasons?" Harry felt his face heat up in near rage. "I've gone further with a girl than Ron had, before you got with him."

"Yes Harry, but that's just it," Harry was about to interrupt but Hermione gave him a look that clearly told him she wasn't finished, "There haven't been any other girls."

Harry stopped in his tracks. Hermione stopped too and put a hand on Harry's elbow in a comforting way.

"Aren't there any other girls you like?" Hermione asked gently. Harry thought for a moment and sighed in defeat. Hermione gave him a knowing smile.

"Try and imagine kissing me," Harry's eyes shot open and he stared at her in shock. Hermione raised her eyebrows in offense and Harry quickly jumped to explain.

"Sorry, 'Mione! It's nothing personal, you're just like a sister to me," Harry stammered out. Hermione exhaled and nodded.

"Ron didn't have that problem," She ventured, giving the boy a significant look. Harry spluttered and turned a little red.

"Yeah, well. Ron has always fancied you," Harry folded his arms across his chest and carried on walking. Hermione smiled a little smugly and quickly followed after her friend.

"What about Ginny?" The bushy haired girl suggested, "Try imagining kissing her." Harry scrunched up his nose a little.

"These are bad examples, Hermione." He shook his head and tried to not think about kissing Ginny.

"Okay then," Hermione threw her arms up in defeat, "Imagine kissing any girl!" Harry drew in a deep breath and held it. He thought of all the girls in his year. Lavender. Pavarti. Padma. Pansy. Millicent. Luna? Harry shook his head and closed his eyes in frustration. They were all too… too girly. Well, barring Millicent.

Harry desperately pulled faces that he could remember out of the crowds of students he saw everyday. Nothing. His mind was racing and landed on something that made his heart sink a little.

Fleur Delacour.

Harry thought back to the way Ron had reacted to seeing the part-Veela. Harry, in comparison, acted much more like the girls. Interested in seeing such a pretty face but held no long term interest-bordering-on-obsession like Ron had.

His despair must have been apparent on his face because Hermione had pulled him in to a hug.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked quietly.

"Fleur," Harry said miserably. Hermione nodded and smiled reassuringly, pulling way from Harry a little.

"Now imagine kissing a boy," Harry's mind instantly conjured Draco Malfoy. In his mind, their kiss was timid and shy, a gently pressing of lips. Malfoy would slowly run a hand down Harry's cheek before cupping the base of his head, stroking fingers through the soft hair there.

The height difference would give Malfoy easy access to Harry's mouth and soon the kiss would change, become more frantic. A tongue would seek entrance in to Harry's mouth and the Gryffindor would part his lips and-

"Harry!" Hermione shook the boy by his shoulders slightly. Harry's eyes widened and a deep blush flooded his face and neck.

"Oh god," Harry covered his face with his hands. Hermione wrapped her arms around her friend. "I can't be gay, Hermione!"

And then the worst possible thing happened. Draco Malfoy was walking towards them with a very smug look on his face.

"So the Golden Boy is gay?" It looked like Christmas had come early for the Slytherin. Malfoy sauntered over to the couple, his hands buried in the pockets of his robes. Hermione glared at the blonde, pulling out of the hug with Harry.

"Where you following me, Malfoy?" Harry said fiercely, taking a step closer to the Slytherin. Malfoy scoffed.

"Hardly, Potter. I happen to take a walk around the lake every Saturday," Malfoy shook his head slightly, "You know, I always knew you would turn out gay."

Harry sucked in a breath and held it, his hands balling in to tight fists by his sides. The Slytherin however seemed to find this funny.

"You wouldn't hurt me," Malfoy muttered in an almost threatening way. Behind the pair, Hermione was reaching for her wand. Harry narrowed his eyes and launched himself at the blonde. Malfoy's back hit the ground painfully hard and Harry winced as the sting raced up his own spine. It was worth it to see the look of utmost shock on Malfoy's face.

The pair fought for dominance and rolled slightly, splashing in to the water. It wasn't very deep, barely half a metre, but it was enough to get both boys completely soaked. Their struggle continued, hands and bodies pressed against each other as they flailed about.

For a moment it seemed Harry had won. His hands gripped Malfoy's shoulders and his body lay against the blonde's. But Malfoy being the Slytherin he was, managed to twist from underneath him, flinging them both over. Harry's head fell below the surface as Malfoy straddled him, his hands holding the Gryffindors chest under water.

Distantly, Harry was aware of Hermione giving a high pitched yelp before utter panic set in. Malfoy wasn't going to let him up. He was going to die here in the lake with Malfoy straddling him. But then Malfoy's hold got weaker and then disappeared altogether.

Harry shot up and gulped in oxygen. Water ran in rivulets down his face and his hair stuck to his forehead. He was panting and gripping Malfoy's wrists painfully tight to stop him from pushing him under again.

Even in his near death experience, a small part in the back of Harry's mind was screaming 'Draco Malfoy is still straddling you!' at him. Harry forced his eyes open and focused on the blonde. Malfoy was panting just as much as Harry, looking fairly alarmed.

Suddenly the situation seemed to be the most erotic thing he had experienced. The two boy's faces were far too close to each other and every time Malfoy breathed out Harry could feel it, hot on his wet face.

Their breathing began to slow and deepen. Harry loosened his grip on Malfoy's wrists and tilted his head cautiously to the side. Elation filled him as Malfoy mirrored him, hesitantly bring his face closer.

"Harry!" Hermione more or less shrieked at him from the lake bank. Harry's eyes widened and he jerked his head back. Quickly pushing the blonde off of him, the Gryffindor pushed himself up and jogged towards Hermione.

She distractedly cast a drying charm on Harry, watching Malfoy pull himself from the lake and cast his own drying charm. Her expression was unreadable. Malfoy however threw a glare at the Gryffindors and stalked off towards the castle.

"Harry, what-?" Hermione began but Harry just shook his head.

"He was going to kiss me, 'Mione. Hell, I was going to kiss him!" Harry drew in a shuddering breath and shook his head in incredulity.

"I really am gay, aren't I?" He said in such a small and insecure voice. Hermione gave him a reassuring smile but stayed silent.