Name: The Circles of Love and Lust
Summary: The trio's 6th year. In three POV's, but to find out who likes who-
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Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter. Just everything J.K. Rowling didn't make up (i.e. the dialogue). Also an AU fic, sort of.
Chapter 4-
While Ron and Hermione were at the prefects' compartment I sat alone, thinking of how much I love Ron:
1. His pale skin. 2. His flaming red hair. 3. The sprinkling of freckles that covered his entire muscular body. 4. I love how, when he's nervous or embarrassed, his perfect hands will shake and his ears will turn scarlet. And, of course, 5. his personality.
I guess I was attracted to Ron (and Ron's great personality) the very
first time I saw him at King's Cross. I've always felt exceptionally close to all the Weasley males, but Ron is the one who lights my fire. He's the salt in my ocean, the moon in my night sky, the- "What are you thinking about Harry?" I looked up to see Luna
Lovegood standing in front of me, her hands on her hips.
"Huh," I said, surprised to see someone in my compartment unheard,
maybe my daydreaming blocks out sounds now.
"I asked you what you're thinking of," she said calmly. "Um, n-no-nothing," I stuttered. Like I was about to admit I'd been
thinking about my best MALE friend. No one knew I was gay and I
would've liked to keep it like that. Unfortunately, Luna had other plans for me.
"Harry, don't try to hide it. I've seen the way you look at Ron. The
same way I used to look at him. I know you are gay." I was shocked. My
two best friends didn't even know I was a homosexual, and here, Loony
Luna Lovegood, whom I'd only known for a year, new my secret.
"Who told you that?!" I demanded.
"Ahh, so it's true."
"I never said that."
"But you just implied it."
"I did not. I asked you a simple question!"
"You're gay."
"I am not!"
"Then tell me you're straight!"
"I will not!"
"So you are gay."
"Fine! I'm gay. It must give you so much pleasure knowing that, I, the
great Harry Potter, am GAY! I'm sure it makes you feel very important and
very special!" I screamed at Luna.
"Actually, it's quite comforting."
"Yea, right," I said sarcastically. "Like you're a lesbian."
"Yes."
"What?"
"I am a lesbian. I'm in love with Cho Chang, so I know how you feel
and you know how I feel." Then, for the second time in five minutes, Luna had rendered Harry
speechless.
Summary: The trio's 6th year. In three POV's, but to find out who likes who-
Read
Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter. Just everything J.K. Rowling didn't make up (i.e. the dialogue). Also an AU fic, sort of.
Chapter 4-
While Ron and Hermione were at the prefects' compartment I sat alone, thinking of how much I love Ron:
1. His pale skin. 2. His flaming red hair. 3. The sprinkling of freckles that covered his entire muscular body. 4. I love how, when he's nervous or embarrassed, his perfect hands will shake and his ears will turn scarlet. And, of course, 5. his personality.
I guess I was attracted to Ron (and Ron's great personality) the very
first time I saw him at King's Cross. I've always felt exceptionally close to all the Weasley males, but Ron is the one who lights my fire. He's the salt in my ocean, the moon in my night sky, the- "What are you thinking about Harry?" I looked up to see Luna
Lovegood standing in front of me, her hands on her hips.
"Huh," I said, surprised to see someone in my compartment unheard,
maybe my daydreaming blocks out sounds now.
"I asked you what you're thinking of," she said calmly. "Um, n-no-nothing," I stuttered. Like I was about to admit I'd been
thinking about my best MALE friend. No one knew I was gay and I
would've liked to keep it like that. Unfortunately, Luna had other plans for me.
"Harry, don't try to hide it. I've seen the way you look at Ron. The
same way I used to look at him. I know you are gay." I was shocked. My
two best friends didn't even know I was a homosexual, and here, Loony
Luna Lovegood, whom I'd only known for a year, new my secret.
"Who told you that?!" I demanded.
"Ahh, so it's true."
"I never said that."
"But you just implied it."
"I did not. I asked you a simple question!"
"You're gay."
"I am not!"
"Then tell me you're straight!"
"I will not!"
"So you are gay."
"Fine! I'm gay. It must give you so much pleasure knowing that, I, the
great Harry Potter, am GAY! I'm sure it makes you feel very important and
very special!" I screamed at Luna.
"Actually, it's quite comforting."
"Yea, right," I said sarcastically. "Like you're a lesbian."
"Yes."
"What?"
"I am a lesbian. I'm in love with Cho Chang, so I know how you feel
and you know how I feel." Then, for the second time in five minutes, Luna had rendered Harry
speechless.
