A/N: Hello all. thanks for the reviews. I've decided to not really have a beta, so, sorry. Yeah...

i forgot to do this last chapter:

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters. Harry Potter is not mine (damn!). Draco Malfoy is not mine (fuck!). and Ron Weasley is not mine (i wish...). None of these characters are mine...damnit.

Bow Down to J.K. Rowling.

This story disreguards the 6th book because the 6th book was evil. very, very evil. On with the story:

Chapter 2: Things You Should Know

The train ride to Hogwarts was rather uneventful compared to the other 6 they had due to the quietness of the compartment. Hermione had left to the Head Boy and Girl compartment because she was, unsurprisingly, Head Girl. Ron had gone to look for the food trolley, and stopped at Dean and Seamus' compartment. Harry had once again drifted into an undisturbed slumber. As arrival time approached, Ron had found his way back to his own and Harry's seats and was faced with the unwanted task or waking up the brunette. Harry was known throughout the boys' Gryffindors dormitories as being quite a heavy sleeper at times.

Ron, trying not to be rude, gently started to wake the sleeping boy. "Harry, c'mon mate. Wake up and put on your robes. I reckon we'll be arriving soon." Harry had not stirred. Ron, expecting this reaction, took Harry firmly by the shoulders and shook him vigorously while shouting to wake up.

The boy wonder awoke with a start while shortly wondering where he was. Soon after yawning, stretching, and blinking several times, Harry remembers where he was at the time. Shocked to see such darkness outside the train window, he quickly got up and put on his robes, not acknowledging Ron standing right in front of him.

"Uh, Harry? You alright there?"

"Yeah Ron. Thanks for waking me up. What time is it? When are we arriving?" Harry said quickly as the Hogwarts Express pulled to a stop. "Okay…never mind the second question."

"It's about a quarter to eight. You sure you're alright there?" Ron was starting to sound like his mother. At the thought of that, Harry grinned and surprisingly said,

"You sound just like your mother." Ron disgusted at that comment wiped that concerned look off his face and started to get ready for departure as well. "I'm okay. Just tried I guess." Harry yawned. "Where's Hermione?"

"She's in the Head Boy and Girl's compartment. Who didn't know that she was going to be the Head girl of Hogwarts one day?" Ron said full of pride for his girlfriend.

Once they gathered their belongings, they exited the train. Soon after they entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table, their friends Neville, Seamus, and Dean joined them.

"How was your holiday?" asked Seamus.

"It was pretty good, except for the fact that I KILLED VOLDEMORT, nothing happened." I guess Harry was just sick of everyone asking him that he shouted so loud; everyone in the room had heard him.

"What I meant was everything except that. No need to gloat-we all know." said the ex-boyfriend of Harry Potter. That's right, Seamus was Harry's ex. That little pervert gave him his first gay kiss, and hopefully, it wouldn't be his last-gay kiss that is.

Now, let me explain their relationship. At first, Harry was the usual confused teenager that didn't know whether or not his boners during showers at the Quidditch locker rooms should be ignored, or taken into account. Well, first he confronted Hermione and Ron about it, and Harry couldn't have been happier to have such understanding friends. But then, Seamus came up to him and asked him to accompany him on the next Hogsmade as well, a date. Harry couldn't have been more surprised to be asked out by Seamus, the perv who was known to have a different body, male or female, in his bed at least once a week. AT first, Harry didn't trust him all too much because of Seamus' reputation, but then he loosened up and found out that Seamus wanted a serious relationship. The relationship ended when Harry had broke it off because of the war and he didn't want his beloved to get involved in the Dark Lord's plot of revenge against the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Harry, I wanted to ask you something," Harry's attention turned back on him old flame, "since the war is over, I was wondering if you would like to pick up where he left off. Would you be my boyfriend again?" Seamus sounded terribly nervous as to Harry's reaction.

Harry thought, and thought. "No. You think I'm taking you back after what you did to me?"

"It's not what you think it was! He was helping me zip my zipper because was stuck. I'm telling you, nothing happened."

"With his mouth? I find that a bit hard to believe Seamus."

Oh yeah,I left that part out.

Hogwarts knew Harry was gay, and no one really tortured him that much-except Draco Malfoy and his team of fucked-in-the-head Slytherins. They really made his life a living hell. In 6th year, they charmed his whole wardrobe to be...rainbow colored. They also call him names like 'Queer' or 'Fag' or anything else that might seems hurtful like 'The-Queer-Who-Doesn't-Die'. It was awful.

Harry and Seamus' relationship didn't progress too far until the break-up. Seamus wanted more, and Harry wanted to take it as slow as possible. Guess you can't really trust anyone anymore-not even your boyfriend.