The Hetero Mark

Over the next several days, Harry and Krum shared everything with one another. But, soon, Harry realized that he just didn't like guys anymore.

One night, as Krum was undressing himself, Harry busted into the room, and seeing that, under their clothes, their bodies were similar, he was sickened to the point of tears. He then ran from the room, sobbing, and their relationship was crushed.

He needed to find himself a girlfriend.

But who? There were plenty of girls at Hogwarts, but a lot of them were too feminine for his liking. He would be the woman in this relationship. There was Bullstrode, Millicent. There was Bones, Susan. There was Patil, Parvati, and Patil, Padma. There was Parkinson, Pansy. There was Greengrass, Daphne. There was Abbott, Hannah. There was Brocklehurst, Mandy. There was Weasley, Ron and Granger, Hermione. There was Perks, Sally-Anne. There was Turpin, Lisa, and many more, but Harry ultimately decided on Skeeter, Rita. She was masculine, but still sexy. And a woman. Harry needed a woman.

The next morning, conveniently, Rita was doing an article on Harry Potter!

"Rita, remember 9.72 years ago, when you interviewed me in that broom cupboard? Well, let's go there again," Harry said, a glint in his eye.

Rita smirked, catching on quickly. She likied. "No, Harry, refresh my memory."

Harry led her by the hand to the very spot where the broom cupboard was, but upon realization that it was no longer there, he ran from the corridor, sobbing. Rita, the masculine woman that she was, followed after him.

Playing hard to get, Harry turned toward the wall, and said, "I'm playing hard to get."

Rita walked away from what could have been, to continue her article on Harry Potter elsewhere.