Harry breathed heavily as he flew down from quidditch practice. "Good job!" Wood said to the team. "Don't forget about our next practice in two days, a.k.a. thursday!"
'Finally,' Harry thought. 'I can talk to Ron...'
"Banana fritters," Harry mumbled the password to get into the Gryffindor common room.
"Harry! Psst! Over here!" Ron waved his hand to get Harry's attention. "So what's up?" he asked as Harry sat down.
Harry thought of what to say. How do you tell your best friend that you're gay? "Erm, Ron, it's not that easy..." he sighed.
"Oh, it's ok. I'm failing Potions too. I don't think Snape is very fond of me. Then again, no one really is. 'Oh you must be a Weasley, hand-me-downs!'. Rawr."
"No, Ron. Let's see... If I were to pick either you or Hermione, I would pick you." Harry said metaphorically.
Ron looked puzzled, "What? Was that supposed to make any sense? At all?"
Harry gave a little chuckle and smirked, "No, I guess not. I guess I'll just blurt it out. Ron, dear, I'm gay." He said it bluntly, and as soon as he did, Ron's quill fell out of his hands and his mouth gaped open. "Oh, but I don't like you, not like that at least. Sorry if I squashed your dreams!" he kidded.
"No, no. It's fine. I'm not... well, you know... gay. So it doesn't really bother me. Do you like someone then?"
Harry smiled widely, "Yes..." but then frowned, "someone who I don't have a chance with."
"If you're thinking about Percy, you're right... you might not have a chance, since he's straight you know..." Ron said as he took a drink out of his goblet.
"Ron, it's not him. It's..." he bent in closer and whispered, "It's Draco."
Ron spit out what he had in his mouth, "What! And when did this happen! Does he know? Does anyone else know?
"You're bombarding me with questions, my dear! It just kind of happened... like at the end of our fifth year... And no, he, nor anyone else, knows. I figured I could trust you though. I can, right?"
"Of course you can! But this is our seventh year here! You never even showed a sign. I've seen that kid, though, sometimes I wonder. Personally, between me and you, Harry, I think he's gay too. But you know them Slytherin's are. Egotistic they are. Don't want anyone knowing the real them," Ron shrugged.
Harry clenched his teeth, "Ron, this is serious. I've been holding this in me for too long. Every time I see him, I get the extreme urge to jump on top of him and tell him how I feel. Even when I'm not around him, I still daydream about it. I don't know what to do, and I'm turning to you for advice..."
Ron looked at Harry like he was insane. "Me? You want me for advice?" Harry nodded. "Well... erm... I've never really had this problem before. You have two choices as I see it though. One, you can catch him when he's not around his bloody sidekicks, and tell him just how you feel. It's a bit risky, but if he feels the same way or he's actually a human being and he understands, it could be well worth it. Or, you could just not tell him and have to deal with what you're feeling now for a very long time, or until you don't like him anymore."
"You're right," Harry said in a determined voice, "I should do something about this. Tomorrow after potions, I'm going to talk to him." Ron just nodded and smiled, not sure of what to say. "Gee, thanks Ron!" Harry said giving the red headed Weasley a hug. "Well, I'm a bit worn out from quidditch, thanks for listening and everything, but I'm going to hit the sack. 'Night!"
"'Night!" Ron called back.
That night, Harry went to bed smiling. He was determined to do this, he wanted Draco to know how he felt. Maybe by some slim chance, Draco would like him back.
'Finally,' Harry thought. 'I can talk to Ron...'
"Banana fritters," Harry mumbled the password to get into the Gryffindor common room.
"Harry! Psst! Over here!" Ron waved his hand to get Harry's attention. "So what's up?" he asked as Harry sat down.
Harry thought of what to say. How do you tell your best friend that you're gay? "Erm, Ron, it's not that easy..." he sighed.
"Oh, it's ok. I'm failing Potions too. I don't think Snape is very fond of me. Then again, no one really is. 'Oh you must be a Weasley, hand-me-downs!'. Rawr."
"No, Ron. Let's see... If I were to pick either you or Hermione, I would pick you." Harry said metaphorically.
Ron looked puzzled, "What? Was that supposed to make any sense? At all?"
Harry gave a little chuckle and smirked, "No, I guess not. I guess I'll just blurt it out. Ron, dear, I'm gay." He said it bluntly, and as soon as he did, Ron's quill fell out of his hands and his mouth gaped open. "Oh, but I don't like you, not like that at least. Sorry if I squashed your dreams!" he kidded.
"No, no. It's fine. I'm not... well, you know... gay. So it doesn't really bother me. Do you like someone then?"
Harry smiled widely, "Yes..." but then frowned, "someone who I don't have a chance with."
"If you're thinking about Percy, you're right... you might not have a chance, since he's straight you know..." Ron said as he took a drink out of his goblet.
"Ron, it's not him. It's..." he bent in closer and whispered, "It's Draco."
Ron spit out what he had in his mouth, "What! And when did this happen! Does he know? Does anyone else know?
"You're bombarding me with questions, my dear! It just kind of happened... like at the end of our fifth year... And no, he, nor anyone else, knows. I figured I could trust you though. I can, right?"
"Of course you can! But this is our seventh year here! You never even showed a sign. I've seen that kid, though, sometimes I wonder. Personally, between me and you, Harry, I think he's gay too. But you know them Slytherin's are. Egotistic they are. Don't want anyone knowing the real them," Ron shrugged.
Harry clenched his teeth, "Ron, this is serious. I've been holding this in me for too long. Every time I see him, I get the extreme urge to jump on top of him and tell him how I feel. Even when I'm not around him, I still daydream about it. I don't know what to do, and I'm turning to you for advice..."
Ron looked at Harry like he was insane. "Me? You want me for advice?" Harry nodded. "Well... erm... I've never really had this problem before. You have two choices as I see it though. One, you can catch him when he's not around his bloody sidekicks, and tell him just how you feel. It's a bit risky, but if he feels the same way or he's actually a human being and he understands, it could be well worth it. Or, you could just not tell him and have to deal with what you're feeling now for a very long time, or until you don't like him anymore."
"You're right," Harry said in a determined voice, "I should do something about this. Tomorrow after potions, I'm going to talk to him." Ron just nodded and smiled, not sure of what to say. "Gee, thanks Ron!" Harry said giving the red headed Weasley a hug. "Well, I'm a bit worn out from quidditch, thanks for listening and everything, but I'm going to hit the sack. 'Night!"
"'Night!" Ron called back.
That night, Harry went to bed smiling. He was determined to do this, he wanted Draco to know how he felt. Maybe by some slim chance, Draco would like him back.