Hello, my dear faithful readers. I'm sorry about the lateness in this
chapter. My life has been really stressful lately. You see, just a while
ago, my friend died, and he really meant a lot to me. For more on this
friend, go to .
Thanks. Well, now that that's over and done with, I would like to thank
the people who reviewed for the last two chapters that I updated on.
Thanks to: Rogue Almighty, Reese Craven, Innocent Little Birdie, Watcher
Tale Neith, and hersheyhaven. Also, thanx to everyone who read it at all.
I love you all!
And now, chapter 6
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"I'm gay."
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Harry sat in his dormitory, thinking about what had happened only a few hours ago. Kissing Draco, spilling everything out to him, telling Hermione that he was gay. Everything.
During Harry's last summer holiday, before heading to the Weasley's home in August, Harry had made a new friend, and though that sounds pretty lame, there is no other way to say it. His name was Michael. He was almost exactly like Harry; he was even a wizard, visiting his grandparents for the summer before he went back to school in the States. They had the same age and interests and everything. There was only one slight difference, and that was that Michael was gay, but Harry didn't mind.
Harry and Michael hung out together almost everyday, each growing closer and closer. On Harry's last day with Michael, Michael had kissed him, and it was a wonderful, passionate, horrifying kiss.
It was later on, sitting in his room at the Dursley's, waiting for the Weasley's to show up, that Harry came to the assumption that he might, in fact, be gay as well. And now, after kissing Draco, he knew it was certain, especially by the way sparks flew from their lips when they touched (its a figure of speech).
But he was still uncertain about Hermione.
'What does she think of me?' he thought to himself. 'She probably hates me. She's going to tell Dumbledore about Malfoy and me. I wonder what she's doing now.'
As if on cue, there was a small, quiet knock on the door, followed by a soft female voice.
"Harry? It's Hermione."
"Come in," Harry said quietly, turning his back towards the door.
Hermione came in, gently shutting the door behind her. She walked over to his bed, sitting down on the edge of it, facing Harry's back.
"Harry? Can we talk?"
"You hate my, don't you?" Harry said, turning to face her.
A shocked look sprung onto Hermione's face as he said this.
"Why would you think that?" she asked.
"I'm gay!" Harry said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So? I don't care about that!" she said, a slight smile coming to her lips at how stupid his reason was.
"You don't?"
"No!" Hermione insisted. "But you know, Harry, it did kinda disappoint me that you didn't tell me this before."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't certain until today. Are you mad at me for kissing Draco?"
"On a first name basis now, are we?"
"Hermione, just answer the question," Harry said, exasperatedly.
Hermione huffed. "I don't care what you do with Malfoy, as long as it something that won't get you expelled or into any trouble."
Harry gave a quick smile before another thought struck him.
"How am I supposed to tell everyone? Everyone is going to be really upset. Their 'Precious Hero in charge of saving all of wizard kind, is gay'," Harry whined, his eyes holding back tears at the thought of what might happen.
"I don't know, Harry," Hermione replied.
There was silence for a few minutes before Hermione spoke up again.
"Look, I'm going for a walk in a few minutes, with Justin, before it gets too dark. Do you want to come..."
"NO!" Harry interrupted her. "I mean, I wouldn't want to spoil things between you and Justin, or ruin your evening or something."
"Do you want me to call it off? I could stay here with you if you want?"
"I'll be fine, 'Mione. Just go and have a good time."
"You sure?"
"Positive," Harry said, standing up and helping Hermione off of his bed as well. "Besides, I'm kind of looking forward to some alone time."
Hermione smiled. She gave Harry a long hug, before heading over to the door. She was about to leave, when Harry stopped her.
" 'Mione?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, turning her face away from the door, to look at him.
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" he asked, scared.
Hermione smiled. "Harry, you're my friend. I wouldn't do that to you. Though, I do recommend that you tell someone other than me and Malfoy."
"Like Justin you mean!" Harry scoffed at her. "You know what would happen if I told him or anybody else for that matter?"
"No, Harry. I don't know what would happen. Nobody does. All I was saying is that, well, maybe you should tell Dumbledore. Besides, it was just a suggestion."
And with that, Hermione walked out of the door, leaving Harry alone in his dormitory, like he wanted. Or did he even want that at all? Now that Hermione had left, he felt kind of lonely, and longed for her presence once again.
And now, chapter 6
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"I'm gay."
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Harry sat in his dormitory, thinking about what had happened only a few hours ago. Kissing Draco, spilling everything out to him, telling Hermione that he was gay. Everything.
During Harry's last summer holiday, before heading to the Weasley's home in August, Harry had made a new friend, and though that sounds pretty lame, there is no other way to say it. His name was Michael. He was almost exactly like Harry; he was even a wizard, visiting his grandparents for the summer before he went back to school in the States. They had the same age and interests and everything. There was only one slight difference, and that was that Michael was gay, but Harry didn't mind.
Harry and Michael hung out together almost everyday, each growing closer and closer. On Harry's last day with Michael, Michael had kissed him, and it was a wonderful, passionate, horrifying kiss.
It was later on, sitting in his room at the Dursley's, waiting for the Weasley's to show up, that Harry came to the assumption that he might, in fact, be gay as well. And now, after kissing Draco, he knew it was certain, especially by the way sparks flew from their lips when they touched (its a figure of speech).
But he was still uncertain about Hermione.
'What does she think of me?' he thought to himself. 'She probably hates me. She's going to tell Dumbledore about Malfoy and me. I wonder what she's doing now.'
As if on cue, there was a small, quiet knock on the door, followed by a soft female voice.
"Harry? It's Hermione."
"Come in," Harry said quietly, turning his back towards the door.
Hermione came in, gently shutting the door behind her. She walked over to his bed, sitting down on the edge of it, facing Harry's back.
"Harry? Can we talk?"
"You hate my, don't you?" Harry said, turning to face her.
A shocked look sprung onto Hermione's face as he said this.
"Why would you think that?" she asked.
"I'm gay!" Harry said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So? I don't care about that!" she said, a slight smile coming to her lips at how stupid his reason was.
"You don't?"
"No!" Hermione insisted. "But you know, Harry, it did kinda disappoint me that you didn't tell me this before."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't certain until today. Are you mad at me for kissing Draco?"
"On a first name basis now, are we?"
"Hermione, just answer the question," Harry said, exasperatedly.
Hermione huffed. "I don't care what you do with Malfoy, as long as it something that won't get you expelled or into any trouble."
Harry gave a quick smile before another thought struck him.
"How am I supposed to tell everyone? Everyone is going to be really upset. Their 'Precious Hero in charge of saving all of wizard kind, is gay'," Harry whined, his eyes holding back tears at the thought of what might happen.
"I don't know, Harry," Hermione replied.
There was silence for a few minutes before Hermione spoke up again.
"Look, I'm going for a walk in a few minutes, with Justin, before it gets too dark. Do you want to come..."
"NO!" Harry interrupted her. "I mean, I wouldn't want to spoil things between you and Justin, or ruin your evening or something."
"Do you want me to call it off? I could stay here with you if you want?"
"I'll be fine, 'Mione. Just go and have a good time."
"You sure?"
"Positive," Harry said, standing up and helping Hermione off of his bed as well. "Besides, I'm kind of looking forward to some alone time."
Hermione smiled. She gave Harry a long hug, before heading over to the door. She was about to leave, when Harry stopped her.
" 'Mione?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, turning her face away from the door, to look at him.
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" he asked, scared.
Hermione smiled. "Harry, you're my friend. I wouldn't do that to you. Though, I do recommend that you tell someone other than me and Malfoy."
"Like Justin you mean!" Harry scoffed at her. "You know what would happen if I told him or anybody else for that matter?"
"No, Harry. I don't know what would happen. Nobody does. All I was saying is that, well, maybe you should tell Dumbledore. Besides, it was just a suggestion."
And with that, Hermione walked out of the door, leaving Harry alone in his dormitory, like he wanted. Or did he even want that at all? Now that Hermione had left, he felt kind of lonely, and longed for her presence once again.