Author's notes- Surprise. I still own nothing. I don't even own my tonsils anymore. They are now gone... Lost amid all the other biohazardous waste. Fun. This story contains slash, don't like it, don't read it. Well that's about it. Hope you enjoy it!

Oh yeah, Italicized letters. Probably pretty obvious, but I just figured I should make it absolutely clear.

I was recently reading through this and decided that while it may be crap, it is salvageable crap. Hopefully someone will find it and like it and it will be worth it to them.

Oh yeah... Forgot about Ron being on the Quidditch team... Well, just go along with it, I hope that people will forgive my minor lapses in continuity with the books.

Up until this year, Harry had faked his way through the motions of a typical heterosexual male. He had been slightly attracted to Cho, but he quickly realized that those feelings were fading, and mostly superficial. He had told Hermione and Ron of his true sexuality, which had caused Hermione to constantly worry about him and Ron to become increasingly distant. Due to these reactions, he hadn't "come out" to anyone else in the school yet. The way he thought of it, why give the other students even more reason to hate and harass him? He hoped that no one else would find out until he was found snogging with another boy in the hallway.

Much to his dismay, about a week after he told Ron and Hermione, Collin Creevey asked Harry in the hallway if he would consider going to Hogsmeade together sometime. There was an explosion, both literally and verbally. Harry had yelled at Collin for a full five minutes, only stopping when he accidentally hexed the boy.

Harry hadn't talked to Ron much since then. At least lately they had been able to speak for short times civilly, though Harry still didn't trust him with any important information. Normally Ron wouldn't spill a secret quite that easily, but Dean and Seamus had discovered Ron's weakness for fire whiskey. Rumors had it that if you were bored and wanted to have a good time, cheap entertainment could be provided by getting Ron drunk. Consequently, he was often tipsy, especially on weekend nights. He was never one to refuse a free drink, and some seventh-years, who had recently learned about potency potions, discovered a way to get him drunk off just one glass. Ron had been kicked off the Quidditch team, and Dumbledore told him that if he was caught on top of the Astronomy Tower singing "I'm a Little Teapot" in his underpants at two in the morning again, they would be forced to expel him. But the worst had been when Molly found out. Ron had gotten a Howler from her every day for a month. There were threats of everything from death by garden gnome to being disowned, from disembowelment to having his tongue cut out. Harry had heard Ron whimpering in his sleep for quite a while now.

By the end of Transfiguration, Harry had an excellent idea of who the letter wasn't from. He had successfully eliminated anyone from Slytherin, Hermione, and Ron.

In Potions, he tried to think about who the letter could be from. The most likely choice was Collin Creevey, but he had seemed very distant lately. He also considered Dennis, in an attempt to reconcile Harry and Collin.

"Mister Potter, will you answer the question asked of you!" yelled Snape.

"I….I… I'm sorry Professor, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to repeat the question a bit more clearly," Harry said bewilderedly, thinking hurriedly.

"Obviously you weren't paying attention Potter," Snape drawled, "so that shall be ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry started to argue then thought better of it. He didn't want to lose his house any more points. He settled into his daydreaming again, stirred only by the bell.

The rest of the day went by in this manner. Harry lost thirty points by the end of the day, by which time even Hermione was quite upset with him.

"Harry, what on earth has gotten into you today? You've managed to lose us thirty points! Do you realize how well I am going to have to do to reverse these? I can understand getting a little drowsy in History of Magic, although I don't approve of it at all, but that seems to be the one class in which you didn't get caught daydreaming! And that's only because Professor Binns wouldn't notice if the building collapsed! Really, Harry, you've got to pull yourself together! I mean, really, Harry, If you don't shape up, I'll….I'll…. I'll tell Molly! You know how angry she will be." Hermione continued lecturing all through dinner, thoroughly ruining Harry's meal.

By the time he got back into the commons room, Harry was rather miserable. He sulked in the commons for a while before heading off to his bed. As he lay on his bed, trying in vain to fall asleep, he heard pecking coming from the window. He lumbered over to the window and saw an owl sitting on the sill, bearing a letter with his name on it, in the same graceful script the last letter had been in. He ripped it open as soon as he seized it from the bird's leg.

Dearest Harry-

Here I am, writing to you again, although you will find that this letter is much shorter than the previous one. I am simply writing to tell you that you should not let me be a distraction to your schoolwork. I am referring of course to the episodes today. While I do enjoy watching your panicked face when you cost Gryffindor points, I do not wish to see your lessons decline. You will find out who I am soon enough. Do not allow yourself to use me to keep your mind from your studies. Concentrate. If I see that you are doing well, I will present myself to you all the more swiftly. I hope that your focus in the upcoming days is better than it was today.

My Eternal Devotion,

Your Clandestine Admirer

Harry went to bed a happy person, dreaming of his secret lover, hoping for a better day tomorrow.