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"Harry, we need to talk."
"Not right now, Ron."
"Yes, right now. It's important."
Harry dropped his Invisibility Cloak (apparently he was going somewhere) and sighed heavily. "What, Ron?" He took in Ron's disheveled appearance and grinned. "Finally found another girl?"
Ron blushed. "Not exactly. I don't know how to explain this to be truthful."
"Just tell me already, okay Ron? I'm meeting Gi-… I'm meeting someone." Harry picked up the cloak and began brushing dust off of it. He laid it on his bed and looked at Ron expectantly.
"You may want to um… sit down?" Ron said in more of a question than a suggestion.
Harry sat down and waited for Ron to do likewise before repeating his request. "Tell me."
"I think that maybe… there's a possibility that… I have a chance of being… bisexual." Ron spit the last word out with such a rush that Harry barely understood it. Barely.
"Bisexual? What the bloody hell? You telling me that my best mate… you're… gay?"
"Not gay, Harry. Bisexual."
Harry looked Ron over once more. "You don't look it, mate. Your clothes are off for one. Too mismatched. You need to be more coordinated, more in style."
Ron looked surprised. "And you know this how?"
"Look at Malfoy. Or have you been looking at Malfoy all this time?" Ron's face turned even more crimson and Harry caught on. "You and Malfoy? Ron! Look at me!" Ron had turned away. "Ron! If you like him just tell me, okay? Damn! But you could've picked a better guy. And not a Slytherin."
"You're taking this rather well considering how much you degraded Draco for it." Ron struggled for words.
"That's because- Wait a minute, did you just call him Draco? Oh hell, something is going on! I knew it!" Harry jumped up and ran out to the top of the stairs leading to their dormitory. "Hermione! Hermione, get yourself in here now!"
Hermione, who was in deep conversation with a younger Gryffindor, looked up to the stairs and said, "Can't you wait a minute? I'm kind of busy here."
"It can't wait, Hermione. It's… it's about Ron!"
Hermione looked up suddenly and apparently told the young Gryffindor that his problems could wait before running up the stairs. "Ron?" She looked at him expectantly.
"Ron told me, Hermione. Surely you had some sort of suspicion about this?"
"Yes, Harry, I did have a suspicion. ButI, unlike you, care about Ron's feelings and therefore didn't tell you because I knew that you would be, like you are evidently demonstrating at the moment, a complete ass."
Harry looked dumbfounded. "Me? An ass? How on earth could you think that I would be an ass?"
"Have you told Ron about Ginny?" Hermione smirked. Harry opened and closed his mouth several times, looking very much like a fish, before he closed his mouth and refused to say anything. "I figured as much. Harry, since Ron has shown such bravery to you, I think that as his best friend you should be honest to him about anything that you need to get off of your conscience."
"Get off my conscience?" Harry looked hesitant as he repeated Hermione's last words. "Um, yeah. I think there's something that I need to uh... tell him. Maybe." Harry tried to say this in an offhand sort of way, but it just seemed like he was nervous. And he was.
"Well?" Ron looked at him.
"Um... Ron? Me and Ginny... That is to say, Ginny and I... Well, we've... done some stuff that... I liked."
Ron's eyes bulged with fury. "Stuff that you liked? STUFF THAT YOU LIKED? Harry, if I just went around doing stuff that I liked, you would be dead right now! Yeah, I think it's a bit obvious you would like banging my sister, but could you-"
Hermione interrupted. "What Ron means to say is, you would like to um... do things with Ginny, but you could say it a bit more politely. It might even help to grimace or make it seem like it was more painful than pleasureful. Ron?"
"Painful? Surely my sister would be b- um, yeah. Painful. Yeah."
"Fine. Painful. Anyway, yeah. Ginny and I have... done things. That I slightly regret now that I see that look on your face RON PLEASE DON'T I DON'T WANNA HAVE TO HURT YOU." Ron's hand was balled into a fist and was about to hit Harry's face when he thought twice about it.
"Wouldn't want to beat up the Boy Who Lived, now would I." Ron dropped his fist and then shrugged. "I need to go find Malfoy. You two talk about it all you want, I need to explain something to him."
