(A/N: Challenge from my friend Angelo (not on Fanfiction.) to write a fic
with a gay Harry, a straight and also not insane Ron, and a slutty
Hermione. Angelo scares the crap out of me now.)
Harry Potter sauntered into the Gryffindor common room and brushed back his messy black hair. Wandering over to the couch, he sat down, nervously, next to his best friend.
"Hey, Ron." he said, hoping Ron wouldn't notice that his voice was shaking. "What's up?"
Every few minutes, the equally nervous Ron would glance toward the staircase that led to the girls' dormitories, bite his lip and glance back down at the floor. Harry hoped that it had nothing to do with his other best friend, Hermione, who he suspected Ron liked. Because Harry had a secret.
Harry Potter was gay. Also, he really, really, REALLY liked his best friend. And not in a non-gay way either. He edged closer to Ron, until they were touching. It was heaven.
"Are you all right, mate?" Ron asked, looking at him strangely. What was wrong with Harry? He had the WEIRDEST, blissful smile on his face. "God, Harry - "
And Hermione Granger walked into the room. Ron's attention VERY rapidly shifted, but soon there was a look of horror on his freckled face.
He looked at her streaked, straightened hair and instinctively shuddered. It got a lot, lot worse as his eyes slowly slid down her makeup-covered face, turned away from her low, low neckline, and stared at her skirt, which appeared to be about two inches long and complemented by fishnet stockings.
Ron gaped as she came over to him and sat down on his lap. "Heyy, hottie," she said, and winked at him. He stared as she kissed him, long and deep. Finally, he jumped up, pushing her off his lap. Harry immediately came over and put a suggestive arm around him.
He screamed. "WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO HIT ON ME? WHY?"
The author came in and said, "Because you're a hot, sexy red-haired guy named Ron Weasley," but was instantly ushered out by the other characters.
That was when Professor McGonagall entered the room. She STARED at Hermione and at Harry, who Hermione was now kissing (for lack of someone better.)
And Ron vomited over the side of the couch. It splattered Hermione's homework and she ran over in hysterics.
Harry turned his attention to Dean Thomas, who turned out to be gay, too. They went off to find a trash can in which to snog.
(A/N: THE END of my crap fic. :-d if you hated slash, don't write me a flamer. Write Angelo a flamer. Heh.)
Harry Potter sauntered into the Gryffindor common room and brushed back his messy black hair. Wandering over to the couch, he sat down, nervously, next to his best friend.
"Hey, Ron." he said, hoping Ron wouldn't notice that his voice was shaking. "What's up?"
Every few minutes, the equally nervous Ron would glance toward the staircase that led to the girls' dormitories, bite his lip and glance back down at the floor. Harry hoped that it had nothing to do with his other best friend, Hermione, who he suspected Ron liked. Because Harry had a secret.
Harry Potter was gay. Also, he really, really, REALLY liked his best friend. And not in a non-gay way either. He edged closer to Ron, until they were touching. It was heaven.
"Are you all right, mate?" Ron asked, looking at him strangely. What was wrong with Harry? He had the WEIRDEST, blissful smile on his face. "God, Harry - "
And Hermione Granger walked into the room. Ron's attention VERY rapidly shifted, but soon there was a look of horror on his freckled face.
He looked at her streaked, straightened hair and instinctively shuddered. It got a lot, lot worse as his eyes slowly slid down her makeup-covered face, turned away from her low, low neckline, and stared at her skirt, which appeared to be about two inches long and complemented by fishnet stockings.
Ron gaped as she came over to him and sat down on his lap. "Heyy, hottie," she said, and winked at him. He stared as she kissed him, long and deep. Finally, he jumped up, pushing her off his lap. Harry immediately came over and put a suggestive arm around him.
He screamed. "WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO HIT ON ME? WHY?"
The author came in and said, "Because you're a hot, sexy red-haired guy named Ron Weasley," but was instantly ushered out by the other characters.
That was when Professor McGonagall entered the room. She STARED at Hermione and at Harry, who Hermione was now kissing (for lack of someone better.)
And Ron vomited over the side of the couch. It splattered Hermione's homework and she ran over in hysterics.
Harry turned his attention to Dean Thomas, who turned out to be gay, too. They went off to find a trash can in which to snog.
(A/N: THE END of my crap fic. :-d if you hated slash, don't write me a flamer. Write Angelo a flamer. Heh.)