Hi! Thanks so much to all my lovely reviewers, and especially those who
explained the things I didn't understand. Sadly I'm receiving mixed ideas
as to what to do with my bizarre little author's notes. Chisox727 said to
get rid of them (sob) and smirk says I should just put A/N before. Can
other people offer some insight into this? Lovely people. Anyway, for the
convenience of someone, not sure who, I will not be adding any little
notes, unless necessary. Personally, I like Seamus as a character, but in
other stories, he seems to be a prat. Enjoy, hopefully. Oh and now that I
know what a beta is, does anyone want to be one?
Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter, which is still very obvious, seeing as this is fanfiction, and no author would write fanfiction about their own story.
Chapter 5
Dealing with Queerness
It was still dark when Harry woke up, and this was on purpose. He wanted to know for sure that his suspicions were correct, and that Seamus and Dean were more then friends. So he silently went over to their beds, and do his dismay, they were in their respective spots, snoring silently. Harry sighed, and got his invisibility cloak, deciding he needed a walk to clear his head. He picked up the Marauders Map and left the dorms. He looked down at the map, and to his surprise, he didn't see Dean and Seamus in their beds. The two dots walking slowly through the astronomy tower. Harry smirked.
"Typical, meeting in the astronomy tower," and he watched as Seamus and Dean's dots came closer to him. After a few minutes, he heard giggling and someone hushing someone else. Harry took off his cloak and put it in his bag, and turned to where the voices were coming from. He looked towards them just in time to see Dean give Seamus a small kiss.
"Dean, Seamus," acknowledged Harry. The other boys turned their heads towards Harry, and they dropped their jaws.
"Harry, please don't tell anyone what you just saw," begged Seamus.
"Don't worry, I need to ask you something, I need to talk to gay people,"
"You knew we were gay?" asked Dean, astonished. Harry nodded.
"And I thought we did a good job hiding it,"
"Well Harry, are you going to ask us whatever you needed to?" asked Seamus, turning red once the shock had worn off.
"Not here, come on, I know a secret passageway nearby," whispered Harry, frantically making sure no one was coming.
"How'd you make it look like you two were in your beds?"
"Simple magic Harry, an illusion charm, Flitwick taught it to us,"
"Oh right, I should have remembered that," and they reached the portrait and Harry muttered the spell. They stepped inside, into a small passage lit with torches.
"Dean, Seamus, when did you find out you were gay?"
"Last year, why do you want to know?" asked Dean. Harry sighed.
"I'm not sure if I'm straight," he confesses, blushing.
"Harry, not straight? When did that happen? How did you know?" asked Seamus as he exchanged looks with Dean.
"Well I wanted to ask you two the same question,"
"Last year, we were serving a detention for Snape, for setting fire to the cauldron, when I sort of began feeling attracted to Seamus, so anyway, I started blushing,"
"He's so cute when he blushes," cut in Seamus.
"And Seamus was looking at me oddly, but it wasn't the sort of look you'd expect,"
"It was this one," said Seamus, showing Harry the look. He was right, it was lustful almost.
"So I was looking at him like that, when then suddenly, he kissed me!" exclaimed Seamus. This reminded Harry of what Draco had done, and he blushed.
"You know, Harry's also cute when he blushes," commented Seamus, causing Dean to hit him on the head with his wand.
"Well I'd never really thought I was gay before, but seeing my, er...body react like that, sort of made me doubt it,"
"Whereas I'd known about my preference for a year," continued Dean.
"Why are you curious anyway? What made you doubt that you're straight? Why'd you blush earlier?" asked Seamus. Harry knew these weren't the first people on his list of people to tell, but he now knew their secret.
"Well Malfoy and I talked, and he sort of kissed me. It was a joke at first, but, he kind of carried things too far," replied Harry, bright red. Dean and Seamus stared at him as though he had just told them he was part fish. Finally Dean managed to say
"Malfoy? Why were you even close enough to be kissing?" Harry sighed and told them the whole story.
"Well that doesn't sound like me, to be honest. I didn't pull away. But of course, you'd have to crazy to pull away from him," said Seamus, ruffling Dean's hair. Harry laughed.
"Thanks guys, I don't think this helped a lot, but it helped me a bit. Remember, if you tell anyone I'll feed you to a flobberworm,"
"Same, have a good night Harry!" said Dean, winking. They all returned to their room, though not before being chastised for being out so late by the fat lady, and Harry fell asleep.
(A/N I would cut it off here, but it's a relatively short scene)
The next day was brutal for Harry. On top of not getting enough sleep, he turned red every time he saw Draco, and he saw Draco sneaking glances at him between classes, or during. At dinner he'd turn every minute or so.
'Erg, what do I care what Draco's feeling. We're having a truce, but this isn't what I expected,' suddenly a voice broke his thoughts.
"Harry, you're on fire!"
"Am not," said Harry, addressing the voice which had just said the thing he'd been trying to avoid.
"Yes you are," said Hermione, casting a quick spell, and Harry realized that he'd set his sleeve on fire.
"Oh, thanks," he said, as he turned red.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron, clearly confused, although Hermione didn't share his expression. She looked to where Harry was looking and saw Draco, smirking at what he'd just witnessed. Hermione gave Harry a knowing glance as Harry turned redder under her stare. Ron meanwhile was asking around the table as to why Harry was denying being set on fire.
Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter, which is still very obvious, seeing as this is fanfiction, and no author would write fanfiction about their own story.
Chapter 5
Dealing with Queerness
It was still dark when Harry woke up, and this was on purpose. He wanted to know for sure that his suspicions were correct, and that Seamus and Dean were more then friends. So he silently went over to their beds, and do his dismay, they were in their respective spots, snoring silently. Harry sighed, and got his invisibility cloak, deciding he needed a walk to clear his head. He picked up the Marauders Map and left the dorms. He looked down at the map, and to his surprise, he didn't see Dean and Seamus in their beds. The two dots walking slowly through the astronomy tower. Harry smirked.
"Typical, meeting in the astronomy tower," and he watched as Seamus and Dean's dots came closer to him. After a few minutes, he heard giggling and someone hushing someone else. Harry took off his cloak and put it in his bag, and turned to where the voices were coming from. He looked towards them just in time to see Dean give Seamus a small kiss.
"Dean, Seamus," acknowledged Harry. The other boys turned their heads towards Harry, and they dropped their jaws.
"Harry, please don't tell anyone what you just saw," begged Seamus.
"Don't worry, I need to ask you something, I need to talk to gay people,"
"You knew we were gay?" asked Dean, astonished. Harry nodded.
"And I thought we did a good job hiding it,"
"Well Harry, are you going to ask us whatever you needed to?" asked Seamus, turning red once the shock had worn off.
"Not here, come on, I know a secret passageway nearby," whispered Harry, frantically making sure no one was coming.
"How'd you make it look like you two were in your beds?"
"Simple magic Harry, an illusion charm, Flitwick taught it to us,"
"Oh right, I should have remembered that," and they reached the portrait and Harry muttered the spell. They stepped inside, into a small passage lit with torches.
"Dean, Seamus, when did you find out you were gay?"
"Last year, why do you want to know?" asked Dean. Harry sighed.
"I'm not sure if I'm straight," he confesses, blushing.
"Harry, not straight? When did that happen? How did you know?" asked Seamus as he exchanged looks with Dean.
"Well I wanted to ask you two the same question,"
"Last year, we were serving a detention for Snape, for setting fire to the cauldron, when I sort of began feeling attracted to Seamus, so anyway, I started blushing,"
"He's so cute when he blushes," cut in Seamus.
"And Seamus was looking at me oddly, but it wasn't the sort of look you'd expect,"
"It was this one," said Seamus, showing Harry the look. He was right, it was lustful almost.
"So I was looking at him like that, when then suddenly, he kissed me!" exclaimed Seamus. This reminded Harry of what Draco had done, and he blushed.
"You know, Harry's also cute when he blushes," commented Seamus, causing Dean to hit him on the head with his wand.
"Well I'd never really thought I was gay before, but seeing my, er...body react like that, sort of made me doubt it,"
"Whereas I'd known about my preference for a year," continued Dean.
"Why are you curious anyway? What made you doubt that you're straight? Why'd you blush earlier?" asked Seamus. Harry knew these weren't the first people on his list of people to tell, but he now knew their secret.
"Well Malfoy and I talked, and he sort of kissed me. It was a joke at first, but, he kind of carried things too far," replied Harry, bright red. Dean and Seamus stared at him as though he had just told them he was part fish. Finally Dean managed to say
"Malfoy? Why were you even close enough to be kissing?" Harry sighed and told them the whole story.
"Well that doesn't sound like me, to be honest. I didn't pull away. But of course, you'd have to crazy to pull away from him," said Seamus, ruffling Dean's hair. Harry laughed.
"Thanks guys, I don't think this helped a lot, but it helped me a bit. Remember, if you tell anyone I'll feed you to a flobberworm,"
"Same, have a good night Harry!" said Dean, winking. They all returned to their room, though not before being chastised for being out so late by the fat lady, and Harry fell asleep.
(A/N I would cut it off here, but it's a relatively short scene)
The next day was brutal for Harry. On top of not getting enough sleep, he turned red every time he saw Draco, and he saw Draco sneaking glances at him between classes, or during. At dinner he'd turn every minute or so.
'Erg, what do I care what Draco's feeling. We're having a truce, but this isn't what I expected,' suddenly a voice broke his thoughts.
"Harry, you're on fire!"
"Am not," said Harry, addressing the voice which had just said the thing he'd been trying to avoid.
"Yes you are," said Hermione, casting a quick spell, and Harry realized that he'd set his sleeve on fire.
"Oh, thanks," he said, as he turned red.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron, clearly confused, although Hermione didn't share his expression. She looked to where Harry was looking and saw Draco, smirking at what he'd just witnessed. Hermione gave Harry a knowing glance as Harry turned redder under her stare. Ron meanwhile was asking around the table as to why Harry was denying being set on fire.