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Oh, come on Ron. I'm not stupid you know, Hermione scoffed.
I'm serious.
Like hell you are.
Herm, if you don't believe me, go in there and look.
Hermione walked to the boys' door and pulled it open. She went white with shock.
Oh my fucking gods. She closed the door again.
said Ron. I told you so.
I suppose you did.
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Draco and Harry broke apart after what seemed like far too short a time.
Draco patted back his disheveled hair and grinned at Harry.
Well then, Potter. We seem to have officially become non-enemies.
Apparently so. How long have you...er...
Known I was gay? Since I was eight. You?
Er, well. Um, I didn't know know until about five minutes ago but ever since I got here I've sort of had this niggling feeling at the back of my mind. Harry squirmed uncomfortably. It was odd, talking to your ex-worst enemy after ferociously snogging, he realized.
Oh, ah. intoned Draco, with all the wise superiority of a Slytherein. Harry threw a pillow at him. Ron chose that moment to come in and immeadietly got a pillow thrown in his direction. In moments the three were engaged in a tremendous pillow fight. Thirty minutes later Ron and Harry lay in their respective beds. Draco had gone to take a bath.
Er, Harry? Ron asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
Harry lay on his bed, his arms crossed under his head, staring at the ceiling.
I walked in on you and Draco. Ron said, looking anywhere but at Harry.
Harry sat up and had a blush to match Ron's in his worst moments.
Did you? Er, yeah, um...
I don't have a problem with it. It's a little weird, that's all. And why didn't you tell me you were--you were--
Er, yeah.
I didn't know myself until tonight.
Oh. Alright then.
Ron, I just wanted you to know that you'll always be my best friend no matter who comes into my life, OK? Harry struggled to say this, as he wasn never very good at serious verbal communication.
Ron's ears went pink.
Night.
