But wait! What happened to Blaise and 'Mione?! Let's find out-

Hermione was walking out of the Ball a little before midnight- she was far more interested in finding Blaise then in Viktor. She had to admit that he was a decent guy, but it did not help that she was already in love with Blaise. She sighed and heard someone coming up behind her. Expecting it to be Blaise she turned around, but it wasn't Blaise.

This is next part is a bit dark, non-con related, so if you don't want to read it skip to the next bold print!

Hermione found herself being pinned against the wall by one Viktor Krum. She had walked out on him before the dance ended and he was not necessarily happy about that. Hermione was desperately wishing that she had hidden her wand somewhere more easily accessible as she struggled to reach the currently useless piece of wood strapped to her calf. Viktor was pressing closer and closer to her. She tried to explain that they could only be friends, but Viktor was having none of it. He grabbed her roughly by the chin and pulled her face around to look at him.

"If you wanted to be friends, you should never have said yes." He informed her with a smirk.

Hermione decided at that moment that pride was over rated.

"No! Let go of me! Help! HELP! Someone help!" She was panicking, not a good thing, but she could not help the fear.

"You think anyone is going to believe you? Why vould you not vant someone like me?"

"Don't touch me!" She snarled at him.

He smirked at her before firmly pressing his mouth against hers. Hermione kept her mouth tightly closed even when he bit at her lips. No way in hell. Hermione managed to struggle against him and eventually found herself with one leg between his, without hesitation she brought her knee up hard and fast.

"You filthy witch!" He bit out through his clenched jaw.

Viktor's hand pulled back, presumably to slap her.

Okay here you go!

Hermione gave Krum a final glare locking her eyes on his. Bracing for the pain, she almost missed the way his eyes widened in surprise before he turned to look over his shoulder. Following his gaze she saw his hand wrapped in ropes. She looked further and felt her body visibly relaxed.

"Blaise." She whispered as though saying his name made it real.

"Let go of her Krum. You don't know what you are doing."

"You going to stop me?" Viktor sneered.

Blaise glared back, and Hermione shivered under the look, "If I have to."

"No one will do anything." He stood taller never quite releasing Hermione, "I am famous and a champion."

"Professor Dumbledore won't care and something tells me you would rather not embarrass yourself by bringing it up with your headmaster."

Viktor sneered and pulled on the ropes binding him. He turned and placed his face against Hermione's once more before his entire body convulsed. He froze and fell backwards, his body frozen in the full body bind curse. Hermione looked up at Blaise and gave him a watery grin. She had not even realized she had been crying.

Blaise looked murderous. His eyes locked on Hermione's and she saw him trying to control himself, to reign in his magic.

"Blaise." She took a step forward and nearly fell over Krum.

"Careful." All of the sudden Blaise was there, his hands on her waist, holding her up. "This is going to sound stupid, but are you okay?"

She nodded and leaned against him, "He was mad that I left without him, mad that I only wanted to be friends, then I couldn't reach my wand, and I… I…" Her voice cracked and she started sobbing, "I was so scared…"

"Hey now…It's okay, promise. Let's get you upstairs okay?"

She nodded again and leaned against him as he led her up the stairs towards the seventh floor. Eventually she was standing more or less on her own. She pulled to a stop off to the side of a staircase as they approached the fifth floor. Blaise turned to look at her, the questions obvious in his eyes.

"Ask."

"Ask what?"

"The questions you're thinking of."

"I don't-"

"I would rather talk about them now," He hesitated, "Blaise, please, I-I don't want anybody else to know about this, so please ask now."

"Why did you leave early?"

Hermione blushed, "I didn't want to face him anymore. I realized that we would be good friends but never more."

"Why?"

"I like someone else."

Blaise seemed to blanche at her answer, he swallowed, "Who?"

"Pass."

He gave her a menacing glare, but unlike earlier this one was filled with amusement and affection behind it, "Why?"

"Cause I don't want the entire house of Slytherin to know my answer." She told him with a teasing grin.

"Fine," He looked at her carefully, "Why did you go with Krum, if you liked someone else?"

"Because, the one I wanted to ask me assumed that I was going to go with him, since he asked. He didn't give me a chance to explain."

"I'm sorry about that I guess…" He silently stared at her, "Do you think you can make it back to your common room?"

"Yes, but Blaise-"

"Okay then I'll see you tomorrow."

"Blaise, wait!" Hermione called, but he was gone. She had no idea what she had wanted to say, but she would have said anything to wipe that sad look out of his eyes. Hermione slowly made her way up the stairs to the common room and was glad to find it blissfully empty as she slipped up to her dorm to find comfort in her dreams.

The next day Harry came down to the common room outrageously early hoping to find Hermione and tell her about last night. He loved Ron but something told him that it would be easier to convince Hermione that this was a good idea. Plus girls are supposed to be excited to have a gay-best friend, right? Harry was sitting in the comfy chairs in front of the fire and running over the million different ways to tell Hermione. Twenty minutes later, she appeared looking exhausted.

"'Mione," She saw him and began to walk over, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired. I had a long night after you left the ball." She all of the sudden realized who she was talking to, "Why are you up so early?"

He looked at his hands, "Well I wanted to talk to you about something," He looked up at her.

Her eyes narrowed at him, "What did you do?"

He let out a nervous giggle, "Nothing, promise. It's just…well… I thought you should know…" He took a deep breath, "I'm pretty sure I'm gay."

She looked at him her eyes comically wide, before she let out a squeal and wrapped him in a hug.

Harry hugged her back trying to process what was happening, "This was not quite the reaction I was expecting."

She pulled back and looked at him, "I knew." He stared blankly at her, "I figured it out, I knew you were gay. I am just excited that you final acknowledged it!" He watched as a thought popped into her head, "Who?!"

"Who what, Hermione? Imagine you forgetting something as small as grammar at a time like this." He decided to stall for time.

"Harry James Potter you will tell me this instant!"

"Well it depends on what his parents say, but" He looked up at her and prepared for an outburst, "Draco Malfoy."

She squealed even louder than before, "You guys are so cute together!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Thanks for the enthusiasm, 'Mione…"

She shrugged, and looked at him.

He gave her a questioning look and she gave a very put-upon sigh.

"Details Harry, I want details."

"Oh." And Harry gave her the details. He started with Cedric and ended with the kiss in the entrance hall. Hermione spent the entire story oo-ing and aah-ing in all the right places. When she heard what Cedric said she gave Harry a surprised look, to which he responded to with a shrug. He really did not care about Cedric, in the least. He wrapped up his story.

"But look, I don't know how it went with his parents, so basically just you and Ron will know. Oh and Blaise." And in that instant her smile disappeared.

"That's great Harry! I'm so happy for you."

"Great. Now, it's your turn." He gave her a pointed look, "What happened last night with Blaise?"

Hermione wanted to get it off of her chest. So she started with the train ride before last summer and skipped to the start of the school year, she finished the story with the night before.

Harry walked over and pulled her into a hug, "I'm so sorry." He whispered in her ear.

She sat with her head on his shoulder, "He just left."

"I know, I know."

"I really wanted him to ask me to the Ball," Harry grinned.

"I know you did, 'Mione." He pulled her up and gently tucked one of her once again fluffy hair behind her ear, "I also know that he wanted to ask you."

She looked up at him, "Then why didn't he?"

"I don't know, but he may have something to do with him being a Slytherin."

She tucked her head back into his shoulder, "Oh, because my being a mudblood would affect his pure blood status," She tried to sneer but there was no energy behind it.

"No." He paused but she didn't look up at him again, "It's probably that he didn't think you would want to go out with him, because he is a Slytherin and god knows they have been awful to you these past few years."

At this she did pull her head up, "Really?"

"Really." He said with a soft smile and a kiss on her forehead.

They sat like that for a few more minutes until the common room began to fill with kids heading off to breakfast. As they moved apart Ron Weasley came down the stairs, the need for food overriding his need for sleep. He saw them sitting by the fire and walked over collapsing into the chair next to them.

"So," He blinked his eyes slowly, "What's got you two up so early?"

Harry stared at Ron and swallowed nervously. Ron raised an eyebrow at him and Harry looked away, trying and failing to hide the blush covering his cheeks. Ron exchanged a look with Hermione who giggled and poked Harry in the ribs. Harry gave her a glare.

"Harry has something he wants to tell you," Harry's glare grew darker, "But you have to promise to keep your mind open, okay?"

"Always, I think I learned my lesson with the Goblet." He looked expectantly at Harry.

Harry's mouth opened and closed. He swallowed and opened again. Before shutting it and looking hopelessly at Hermione.

"Oh- Just tell him Harry, he'll be fine with it trust me."

"C'mon mate. I promise I'll only ignore you for a day…" He tried for a teasing grin and Harry responded with his own half-hearted smile.

Harry took a deep breath and looked straight at his friend, "You know how last night you mentioned Ginny not having a chance with me?"

"Yeah…"

"Well I really do think of her as a sister, but that's not the only reason."

"Okay, what does this have to do wi-"

"I'm gay, Ron."

Ron's mouth fell open and shut much like Harry's had minutes ago. He was beginning to resemble a fish out of water by the time he managed to squeak out a response.

"Oh!"

"But that's not all," Hermione prodded.

Ron's eyes got wider, "Okay, but can we go to breakfast first? I need some time to process this…"

Harry gave a relieved sigh even as Hermione opened her mouth to protest, "Course."

So the three friends walked out of the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall. They sat down and found their usual seat open. Most of the Gryffindors had decided to sleep in so the tables were fairly empty. They ate their fill and were discussing topics pointedly not related to Harry. About ten minutes into the meal Ron froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. He slowly put his fork down and turned to face Harry, his face green. Worried Harry looked carefully at his friend.

"What is it, Ron? You feeling okay, do you need to go to see Madame Pomfrey?"

His best friend shook his head never breaking eye contact, "I just thought… I mean it's not a big deal but…It's just… Are you attracted to me?" He practically squeaked.

Harry laughed, loud enough to draw unwanted attention from the Great Hall. But he could not help it. He laughed so hard tears ran down his cheeks. Leave it to Ron to jump to the entirely wrong conclusion. He shook his head as his laughs faded to hiccups-

"No, Ron. Not at all."

Ron's face fell in relief, before he summoned up righteous indignation, "What? Am I not good enough for the famous Harry Potter?" His eyes shined with a teasing light.

Harry gave him a sly smile, "Well now that you mention it…" He reached out a hand as if to touch Ron's face and the boy squeaked and fell out of his seat and onto the floor.

Ron's eyes widened comically as he took into the situation. He brushed himself off and returned to his seat. He sat down with a straight back before sharing a look with his two best friends. The three of fell into fits of laughter, this time drawing everyone's eyes. Harry could not bring himself to care, Ron was okay with Harry's preferences. It might take a while before they moved back to their old friendship, but they would.

The rest of their breakfast past normally, as normally as possible anyway and the friends eventually stood and walked out of the Great Hall. Eventually they found themselves back in the Gryffindor common room sitting in their usual study corner. Ron figured that now would be the best time to figure out whatever else it was Harry had to say.

"Alright, Harry." The boy in question looked up, "What else did you have to tell me?"

Harry had thought over how to say it and had decided that it was like ripping off a bandage, best done quickly and without warning.

He took a deep breath and went for it, "Well I figured out I was gay because… well… uh…Screw it," He glanced down at the ground, "Draco Malfoy is my boyfriend."

Hermione decided that this would be a good time for her to get her secret off her chest as well, she cleared her throat, "And Blaise and I are friends, hopefully more than that soon."

Ron ran his hand through his hair, he gave a nervous laugh.

"Bloody hell." Harry reached out a hand to his best friend but Ron flinched away.

Harry felt the hurt fill his eyes and saw Ron's own guilt but he did not move back towards his friends.

"It appears that I was not entirely kidding about that whole not talking to you thing." Harry nearly cried out at the unfairness but Ron cut him off, "It's a lot to take in, mate. Just give me a couple of days. I promise I will not abandon you because of this. I just need time, okay?"

Harry gave Ron a watery smile but nodded. Ron sighed in relief and gave both of his friends quick hugs, "I'm going for a walk."

Hermione and Harry watched as Ron walked out of the portrait. Harry was kind of glad that he had finally told Ron, but at the same time he was worried. What if Ron could not handle it? Hermione seemed to be having similar thoughts and leaned against Harry. After nearly an hour of silence the two watched as the portrait opened and Ron came back in covered in snow. He glanced over at them with a small smile before heading up to the dorm. Harry replayed the conversation over and over but in the end he figured that it was the best reaction he could have hoped for. Hermione had just given him high hopes with her easy acceptance, a though occurred to him and he broke their companionable silence to ask her a question.

"'Mione? How did you figure out I was gay?"

She had been lost in thought so long she answered without thinking, "Blaise and I saw you two together, and kind of tried to get you guys together…"

Harry stared at her in shock as she went back into her thoughts never remembering the question or her answer. Then a smile crossed his face, if Hermione and Blaise could help him and Draco-then Harry and Draco could help them. He gently pulled away from her and ran upstairs to find the map and Draco. The Slytherin was in his common room and Harry frowned before grabbing some parchment scribbling a hasty message and running to the Owlery.

Draco was a surprised as anyone to see Hedwig tapping at the window to the Slytherin common room. Of course when the bloody owl landed in front of him, he was most definitely one of the least surprised. He scowled at the bird as he took the note. She pecked at his fingers drawing a small amount of blood before flying off with more dignity then any owl had any right to. He kept his scowl in place as he read the message.

"RoR. Ten minutes. Hope your parents took it better than Ron."

The note was unusually cryptic and the handwriting was worse. Of course that bit about Ron was expected, but why did Harry have to meet with him. A sneer took over his carefully arranged features and using a neat spell his father taught him, he set fire to the paper. To everyone watching the paper was burnt up and gone, but Draco knew that at this moment the exact same piece of paper was sitting in a special box among his belongings. After five minutes of making meaningless chatter he gave the excuse of needing to find a break from the noise and slipped out of the room and off to the Room of Requirement.

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