Well, since Fanfiction puts a three-day ban on new writers submitting stories, I guess by the time I upload this, I'll have posted loads of chapters at once because I'm writing them in advance lol.

Oh, and in case you skipped the first chapter and went straight into the second (which is kind of a silly thing to do if you ask me, because you won't know what's happened and what hasn't), then you should know that this is a slash fic, which means boy-on-boy action. Woohoo, hell yeah! Well, maybe that isn't so good, if you don't like that sort of thing, which I advise you not to read. Of course, you can read it if you want, but if it offends you, then don't leave me a review telling me you find it sickening, because I did warn you.

Again, I'm not J.K Rowling. Except on the weekends when I put a blonde wig on my head and go to Harry Potter themed parties, where all the little kids ask me to sign their books. "Only for ten bucks" I say, and then they run off and demand money off their parents to pay that nice Mrs. Rowling sitting in the corner over there, collecting the money in a tin. Oh the joys of being a writer! But as today is a weekday, (it's Thursday, though it may not be when I post this (mutters about fanfic three-day ban yet again)) I'm not J.K Rowling. So the characters aren't mine, yadda yadda yadda and all that crap.


"Its no good Harry, he doesn't want to talk to you."

"But why?" asked Harry exasperatedly, "We've been friends for six years now, and he's just suddenly going to drop me because of who I am?"

Hermione sighed sympathetically. "I had no idea he'd act like this," she said slightly apologetic, and Harry shook his head.

"It's not your fault," he said. "Besides, its not just Ron who's shunned me, take a look around."

Hermione glanced around the library. Upon making eye contact, some people looked down hurriedly, pretending they were engrossed with their work, while others made no attempt to hide the fact that they were staring at them.

"Ignore the idiots," Hermione said loudly for Harry's benefit, casting dirty looks around the library. Something suddenly distracted her and she stood up, pushing back her chair.

"Seamus! Dean!" she called, and then hastily hushed her voice to a whisper as Madam Pince, the librarian, gave her a disapproving glare. "Over here!" Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas walked over to the table where she and Harry sat at her request.

They didn't see Harry as he was obscured by a tall stack of books, but they stopped jerkily when they saw that Hermione wasn't alone. They looked at each other pointedly

"What did you want?" asked Seamus stiffly. Hermione was a little taken aback by his tone, but went on smoothly, "remember last term when you said you'd let me copy up the notes I missed on potions? Well, I was just wondering "

"Sure, sure," said Seamus, "I'll give them to you later." He and Dean quickly turned to go, which annoyed Hermione.

"You won't catch anything you know," she said angrily, but Harry shook his head.

"Don't bother Hermione," he said dejectedly. "I appreciate you trying to help me, but if you take on the whole school like that you're going to end up with no friends left. In fact, being friends with me, even talking to me probably jeopardizes the chance of you ever talking to anyone at Hogwarts again."

"I don't care," said Hermione. "This is bullying, plain and simple." Harry opened his mouth to speak but Hermione went on. "Harry, don't try to argue with me, I saw what happened when Fred and George walked past you yesterday. It may seem like a prank, charming your books so no matter how carefully you carried them, they jumped out of your hands and ran away from you, but they never pulled pranks on you before, did they? So why would they start now?"

"True," said Harry glumly, who had heard Fred whisper in his ear, "that's for being queer," while Hermione was chasing his potions book, which was trying to run into the great hall.

"Listen, we have potions next, we better hurry. You know what Snape's like. And now he knows your... " her voice trailed off and she looked embarrassed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"You can say it Hermione!" he said, as they walked to the classroom.

"Yes of course, erm...now he knows you're er...ahem, gay, well, he'll be looking for any reason at all to punish us."

"Not like he did anyway," said Harry. He suddenly thought about something. "Listen, erm... I'll understand if you say no, and please don't feel pressured, because you've done so much for me already, but er...well, I know you and Ron are dating and everything but, well, would you mind if you sat next to me in potions? Its just that I won't –"

"I was already planning to," said Hermione. "To say that I am disgusted with Ron's behaviour is an understatement." She paused hesitatingly. "But, you know that...well, I do love him Harry. And I can't just cut him out of my life forever."

"Oh no, of course not, no," said Harry quickly. "I don't even want to cut him out of my life, not that I have a choice as such."

"You'll be fine," said Hermione distractedly. She looked rather worried now. "Harry, we're late," she said. "Snape's already talking and it looks like everyone's doing some sort of written test." She clamped a hand over her mouth and looked stricken. "He did warn us about this! He said at the end of last term that he'll be springing exam tests on us at any time."

"Well...I guess this is one of those times," Harry said unnecessarily, and boldly pushed open the door, with Hermione trailing timidly behind him.

A few of the students looked up when they heard the door enter. Draco whispered something to the Slytherin table, who sniggered. Ron was staring fixatedly at his test paper, though Harry knew he knew they were standing there from the way his ears burned a deep red colour.

"Well, well, well, look who's late," sneered Snape. "Mr. Potter and Miss. Granger have no doubt been doing each others hair and painting their nails."

Draco laughed loudly and to Harry's dismay, everyone else in the class followed his lead.

Hermione's voice shook as she spoke to Snape. "We were just in the library, professor."

Snape looked unimpressed. His voice however, was softer when he replied to her. "Perhaps it is better that you make...the right company next time," he said smoothly. "I assure you it would be in your best interests to follow the lead of the rest of your class."

Harry boiled with suppressed rage, and Hermione looked angry and frightened at Snape's words. The pair stood there for a moment, before making their way to a spare table.

"Oh no, no no," he said, steering her away from the chair she perched herself on. "No, you sit here," he said, guiding her towards the seat next to Ron, who gave Hermione a mean look.

"And you," he said, turning back round to Harry, "can stay there. Alone." He gave a satisfied nod, and Harry bent his head down to the table, with silent tears forming in his eyes. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.


Yup, I know that was a shorter chapter, but it's just a filler really until the next one. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, and please, review!!! Even if you didn't like it, tell me why! I like and encourage all feedback, good or bad. (But preferably good lol.) From Jordan xx.