Harry's Dirty Secret
Chaotic Bedlam
Harry Potter has a secret.
He hides it from everyone. No body can know the truth.
He had quite a frustrating conversation with Ronald.
Hermione accepted it with a smile and a pat on the knee.
It made him walk out to the snowy Quidditch pitch and sit on a frozen bench.
The person came up to him and wrapped their arms around Harry.
Harry liked it. He returned the embrace. He giggled at the nip at his earlobe.
At the dinner table, all were shocked. They looked at Harry and his new partner.
Professor Dumbledore was at a loss for words as he gazed from the staff table.
Harry beamed with pride. He did not care who saw.
Draco Malfoy sniggered and made rude gestures. He mouthed rude things.
Harry ignored him. He would not let the amazing bouncing ferret ruin this.
For Harry Potter had no reason to be ashamed.
He nuzzled his head into Hermione's neck.
Harry Potter was liberated and free.
It was no longer a secret that burdened his shoulders as the earth to Atlas.
It was a way of life.
Harry Potter was out of the closet.
Harry Potter was straight.
Nice twist, no? I tried to make a parody of how people continue to think that every male at Hogwarts is gay except Ron and possibly Neville (unless it is centered around their slash ship—Duh ;-D). Were you fooled about it? Tell me you were.