I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Not a lot going on, but Harry and Terry make their relationship public and Rons pov!

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The chaos he had been expecting broke out the moment he walked into breakfast on the following Monday morning. People stood up out of their seats to get a good look, pointed, yelled, and outright stared. It wasn't him they were staring at, but rather the hand intertwined with his own. Harry marched toward the end of the Gryffindor table, sneering at all those around him. Terry was mumbling "fuck 'em" over and over again as they walked. All around people were gaping in shock at their famous savior of the Wizarding world. The two of them speed walked through the aisle and flung themselves down across from the twins.

The not so quiet whispers floated all around the room. Every conversation within earshot seemed to be about him.

"I knew it! You owe me five galleons!" A Hufflepuff whispered to his friend who groaned before passing over a pile of gold

"There is no way. This is probably just another stunt for attention." Michael Coroner loudly yelled

"He never did seem that interested in me." Cho was telling her friend

"He's not gay. He probably just thinks he is." Said a fifth year Slytherin

Seamus was staring at him like he'd never seen him in his life. He didn't look repulsed or in shock, though. It was a look there were no words to even describe.

To his utter amusement, he noted that a few girls seemed to have actually burst into tears.

Nearly everybody in the hall was staring at him, but he didn't care. His eyes sought out the two people who even though he was utterly pissed at, he would always consider his best friends.

The look on Hermiones face was enough to make him immediately turn away and look down at his plate. It wasn't a look of anger, but a look of deepest betrayal. He had been prepared for her to scream at him or burst into tears at not being told such an important thing, but nothing like this. He glanced back over to see Ron whispering in her ear.

"You knew about this?!" She shrieked "You knew and you didn't tell me?"

Ron tried to grab her as she jumped to her feet, but she jerked away from his grasp. "Don't touch me." Hermione swung her bag over her shoulder and stomped out of the room.

Before she had even fully disappeared, a loud slam caused everybody to jump in their seats. Harry nearly died of shock as he turned towards its source. Snape appeared to have jumped up and sent his chair slamming back into the wall. Their eyes met as he swept from the hall, a look of deepest hatred in his face.

Harry smirked to himself as he turned back around and speared a sausage with his fork, beginning to eat as if two huge scenes hadn't just occurred because of him.

"What in the hell do you think that was about?" Fred asked

He shrugged in response. "No idea. You know the miserable old bat hates seeing other people happy."

"Maybe he needs a good shag." Terry commented

George choked into his bowl of cornflakes. Lee pounded him hard on the back . "EW! Thanks for the mental image." He said

"Anytime." Said Terry

Eager to change the subject, Harry brought up the Halloween dance that they had just learned would be taking place on the thirty first. His plan worked and everybody began enthusiastically discussing their costume ideas.

He tuned them all out, mind racing with all that had just happened.

The news that Harry Potter was gay and dating Terry Boot was the talk of the school for the next few weeks. Everywhere he went people seemed to be staring at him. Talking about him. Judging him. Whispers about his sexuality could occasionally be heard as he walked through the corridors. From what he gathered, the majority of people had either seemed to know already, or were still in blissful denial over the situation. The number of girls who still tried batting their eyelashes at him every day was sickingly high. Some of them would even do it with Terry sitting right next to him. It's like they were incapable of taking the hint.

To his utter shock, a few people had actually thanked him for being brave enough not to hide who he really was. An already open lesbian fifth year and a seventh year who had been wanting to come out for years were among these students. Seamus Finnigan had accosted him after dinner that same Monday and tearfully told him something he had never been prepared to hear; He had been in love with Dean Thomas, and the feeling was mutual. They had been in a secret relationship for a solid two years before the boys death.

Their story of struggle was so terribly heart breaking and Harry had done his best to give Seamus the courage to come out himself. The other boy was worried about the feedback he would receive. While there would always be the standard "homosexuality is gross and a sin" comments from people, being bisexual came with a whole new agenda. People tended to maintain the notion that bisexuals want to sleep with every person that they see, that they are too slutty to choose just one gender, and that if you're a boy who likes both, you're really just hiding the fact that you were gay. He could only hope that one day Seamus would learn not to give a damn what other people thought and do what made him happy.

At this precise moment he happened to be walking down the fifth floor hand in hand with Terry. It was Halloween and classes had been let out one hour early in order to allow students more time to get ready for the dance. A group of Hufflepuff third years openly stared at the couple as they passed by.

"Yeah, that's right. We're just off for a quick shag! Wanna come watch?" Terry called out over his shoulder.

Harry died of laughter as the girls grew wide eyed and scattered away. There were so many things he loved about Terry, his sense of humor being one of them. Things were just so easy and fun and light hearted between them. They partied together and laughed together and kept one another feeling alive. He liked the fact that things weren't serious between them. He didn't think he was ready for a relationship like that. Of course, they were both faithful to the other. Harry liked to believe that he would always practice monogamy with his partners.

They entered Ravenclaw tower and Harry flung himself down on his favorite dark blue love seat before anybody else could take it. Several students called out in greeting to the both of them as they went past. One of the many reason he would choose to be here over Gryffindor Tower any day was that they didn't receive any stares, glares, or prejudices here. In his own tower, this was not the case. The one and only time he had ever brought Terry into the common room, a group of second years had swarmed in and demanded to know what type of love potion he had him on. Ron and Hermione had both happened to be in the room as well, both glaring at him in either direction. He was no longer on speaking terms with either one of them. It was sad how he knew that things would never go back to the way they used to be.

"Get up, lazy ass. Lets go upstairs." Terry said

"Ya know, just for that I think I'm gonna stay here."

Terry raised an eyebrow. "Suit yourself. My empty bed in my empty dormitory sounds much more comfortable, though." He whispered so only he could hear and turned away toward the staircase. Not needing telling twice, Harry bounded up after him.

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Ron and the other boys headed upstairs to get ready an hour before the dance. He was so nervous that his body was trembling as he clumsily dressed himself. Tonight was the night that he was hoping to express his feelings for the girl he had been in love with for years now. Neville being the good friend that he was had helped set the entire thing up.

It had all started with Ron desperately coming to the other boy for advice as he no longer had Harry to confide in. This was the first person that he had ever admitted his feelings to out loud and he had been relieved when his room mate hadn't laughed at him, but instead said that he would be glad to help. After being told several careful instructions more than once, Neville had offered to help Hermione pick out her costume in Hogsmeade that weekend. To his surprise, it had taken little persuading for him to convince her to go as Juliet from that Muggle novel that he knew she loved. He had finally asked her what it was about when he had seen her re reading it for the hundredth time a few weeks ago. He remembered with a smile the way her eyes had lit up as she went on about secret love affairs and how romantic it was to die for the one you love. Personally, he thought they sounded like a bunch of nutters, but he was perfectly happy to play the part of Romeo if it would get him the girl in the end.

He had been overly confident about the situation all week, but now that it was time, he was having many regrets. What if she laughed in his face? What if, god forbid, she showed up to the dance with another guy? Neville and Seamus finished getting ready with thirty minutes left to spare and went to wait in the common room. He flung himself face down on the bed and groaned out loud.

He jumped a little as the door slammed open a few minutes later. He didn't have to lift his head to guess who it was. He could hear Harry opening and slamming drawers shut, cursing to himself every few seconds. Terry laughed at him as he frantically ran into the bathroom to shower. They were alone in the room together now and Ron felt extremely uncomfortable. This fight was by far the most serious and longest one they had ever had. He knew he shouldn't have made the comments that he did, but Harry also shouldn't have hit him either. They were both in the wrong and they both knew it, but were too proud to be the first to apologize.

A strange smell filled his nostrils and he sniffed the air curiously. He knew he had smelt it before, but couldn't remember exactly where. He sat up and saw Terry puffing on the end of something that resembled a cigar. While he had never tried drugs before, he wasn't completely ignorant and was able to put the pieces together quickly. Marijuana was the highest used drug among the Wizard community. He had caught his brothers doing it plenty of times and his great uncle Archie used to smoke out of a pipe all the time. Ron had suspected that Harry did it for quite some time now, but he had never had any proof of it until this moment.

Terry seemed to notice his presence at that moment. He moved as if to hide it behind his back, but seemed to think better of it and puffed on the end of it again. "Whoa. I didn't see you there. Are you not going to the dance?" He asked

"I'm going." He said "I'm just- procrastinating at getting ready I guess."

He quickly finished dressing and began examining himself in the mirror. He desperately wished he had a magical comb right about now. His hair just never seemed to lie flat.

Harry came bounding back out of the shower dressed as...a cat? Ron wasn't exactly sure. He was wearing tight leather pants with a leather vest. He had a tail attached to his backside, little cat ears, and whiskers painted on his face. His eyeliner was much heavier than usual, and his nose was painted black. Terry had apparently decided to go as a vampire. He was wearing black slacks and a black turtleneck with a red velvety cape on back. His hair had been charmed to jet black and was spiked. He had a set of fake fangs in and had painted his face with white powder and dark eye makeup.

His face grew somewhat red as he watched Terry checking his boyfriend out and he hurried to finish getting ready, hands beginning to tremble once again as it neared closer to the start of the dance. "Man, are you sure you're alright?" Terry asked, watching him.

Harry wheeled around, wide eyed. Apparently he hadn't been aware of his presence until just now. Ron watched his face travel from the thing in Terrys hand and back to him before realizing that he apparently didn't care and turning back to getting ready.

"No. No I'm not all right." He said, more to himself than anybody else. "I'm such a bloody idiot! Sitting here thinking I might actually have a chance." He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his face in his hands. Why had he ever been stupid enough to think that she would ever returned these feelings for him?

"Wait. What?! You're finally going to do it then? You're going to tell Hermione you're mad about her?" Harry exclaimed, speaking to him for the first time in nearly a month.

"How did you-?"

"Believe me, everybody knows. It's obvious by the way you look at her. And don't ever tell her I told you this, but I'm pretty sure she's got it bad for you too." Harry said

Ron opened his eyes and looked at the boy skeptically. Was he just saying that to make him further humiliate himself or was he being sincere? He buried his head back in his hands and waited for them to leave the room. A few minutes went by in silence before someone tapped on his shoulder. Terry handed him a fresh cigar with weed inside of it and a lighter. He stared down at them for a moment, debating on what to do. He had never done it before. What if it made him act dumb like he did when he had too much Firewhiskey? He cast a glance across the room. Harry was digging through his night stand and Terry was checking himself out in the mirror. They didn't appear to be acting much different than usual.

Not quite sure of what to do, he lit the end of it with the silver cigarette lighter and sucked on the end. The urge to cough hit him instantly, but neither of them had coughed so he forced himself to hold the smoke in. He did this two more times before Terry yelled "Hey! Haven't you ever heard of puff, puff, pass? Quit hogging the blunt." He stood and handed it back to him. Blunt. So that's what it was called. It didn't taste as bad as he thought it would and for some reason he felt himself becoming much calmer. The shaking in his hands had ceased.

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed with the blunt in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Rather than two puffs, he took more like five. "Don't glare at me like that." He said to Terry "Who's the one that just smoked an entire one to themselves?"

"Yeah, but it takes me more to get high than you. I've been doing it longer so my tolerance has built up."

Harry mock rolled his eyes in that direction. Ron hoped he was going to pass it to him next. He had a feeling he had the little plant to think for his sudden state of calmness. He did pass it to him next. It was little and singed his fingers as he held it. When it was too small to smoke, he awkwardly gave it back to Terry, not sure what to do with it.

They pulled out a strange glass object after that and began smoking out of it. He watched their movements carefully just in case. When they offered it to him, he clumsily lit it and inhaled the way they had done, but no smoke was coming out. Terry walked over and pulled the pipe looking thing out of the hole for him. "Now inhale."

He inhaled and the smoke filled his lungs. He sucked in as much as he could and held it there, eventually coming up in a coughing fit. Terry lay down next to Harry who was on his back smoking a cigarette. The room was silent and he suddenly felt very awkward. Of course things hadn't changed between him and Harry just because his boyfriend had smoked weed with him.

Ron checked his watch as he put his shoes on. Five minutes until they were going to leave. Vision slightly blurry, he finished dressing and walked across the room. He was surprised when Harry jumped up to prevent him from going out the door.

"Here," He thrust a small bottle of eye drops into his hand "Use these before you go out there. Trust me, you need them."

Confused as to why the hell he would need eye drops, he crossed into the bathroom and looked at his reflection. Well, he could definitely see why now. His eyes were bright red and glassy as if he'd been crying for hours. Worse than that, they looked nearly shut and it was a miracle he could even see. He held an eyelid open and put the drops in, blinking several times. He did the other eye and watched in the mirror as they slowly began to turn white again. After a minute or so, he looked as normal as ever.

Not that he felt too normal, though. His vision was blurred a tiny bit, but it was a good blur. He could still walk normally, but he did notice his speech was slower earlier when he was talking. Other than that, he was feeling fantastic. His body felt so relaxed and stress free, which was actually a rare thing for him. It was a bit like he was floating and he gained his self confidence and headed down to the common room. When he saw Hermione waiting for him by the staircase, he couldn't hide the smile that broke out on his face. Luckily, she was turned the other way and didn't notice.

"Nice costume." He said, finally reaching her.

"Ronald Weasley if you are making fun of me I sw-" She wheeled around on him and stopped dead when she saw his costume. She eyed him over for a good thirty seconds before a different look came over her face and she said quietly "Are you-? Did you-? I mean, you set this up..." She trailed off

"Yeah, maybe I did." He grinned

She was looking at him in disbelief. "But-why?

"I wanted you to go as Juliet so I could come as your Romeo." He blushed, but shrugged like it was no big deal. "Well, let's get going then, shall we?"

"Uh, yeah. Let's go."

He kept one hand on her arm as she led them through the crowded common room and the other in his left pocket, fingers crossed so tightly they were turning blue.

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Next chapter: Halloween dance, find out what happens with Ron and Hermione, Severus/Terry/Harry/ scene, and a certain Potion Master has an unfortunate revelation.