AN: Thank you all my wonder reviewers hugs. Also, Swtdreams07, thanks for noticing the owl, I didn't think anyone would.

After the episode with Ron, Harry decided to take a long, well-deserved shower. He walked back into his dorm in only a towel, his raven-haired slick with water, sending droplets everywhere. He looked exhausted and felt even worse, so before he could think he fell onto his bed. In a matter of minutes he was out, and the towel around his tanned waist was starting to become a bit too revealing…

"Yeah, I'm going to go play, I just forgot something in my trunk. I'll meet you guys on the pitch in a few."

Footsteps were heard coming up into the seventh year boy's dormitory. The door creaked opened, and a certain Gryffindor Golden boy rolled over exposing himself to the visitor, towel long forgotten.

"HARRY WHAT THE HELL!"

Harry jumped about two feet in the air, fully awake, and thoroughly embarrassed. "Ron, I was just, umm sleeping?" he mumbled blushing, pulling his discarded towel that had let his full glory reign in front of his freckled friend, around his waist.

"Harry, I said I'd be understanding, but trying to turn me gay by sleeping naked and planning it so I'd walk in on you is taking it to far!" Ron yelled grabbing his coat, before storming off to play a quick game of Quidditch before dinner.

As he walked away, Harry stared on with the damp towel barley covering his manhood. Then Harry himself stormed into the bathroom. He put the towel in the hamper, before he decided to burn it for causing all this trouble, and stared at his reflection in the magically smear proof mirror. He howled in rage and punched his twin shattering him to a million pieces. Pulling on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans from his trunk, and of course oblivious to his bloody knuckles, he rushed out of dorm. Once again missing a very patient owl.

"Hermione where's Ron?"

"Harry, I really think Ron needs to cool down a bit before you go talk to him. What happened?"

Harry sighed, Hermione already knew so what was the harm in telling her? "Well, you see Hermione, I kind of told Ron I was bi, minus the fact that I prefer guys. And he got upset and thought I liked him. So I took a shower, and I was really tired. I must have fallen asleep and the towel…" he trailed off looking desperately into her big brown eyes.

"That's what that screaming was. I heard it, then Ron came rushing down the stairs saying something about Beater practice. Which I think is weird because he's a Keeper."

"Shit," Harry said turning to leave.

"Harry don't. I don't think it's safe."

"Why is it such a big deal to him? I mean no one else cares. Remember when I went out with Dean? We had to keep it a big secret and all of Gryffindor knew except Ron. Hermione I don't want something like that. He's my best friend. I mean I've liked guys for awhile now, and I've dated some. No one else cares then when I let it slip to Ron, he freaks. It's so unfair. I think its bloody unGryffindor of him. Let see he should be brave, not a fucking coward. I mean, the Slytherins are all, well most are gay or bi or whatever. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have a few, I mean more are coming out, so why can't I? Hermione I'm so confused," Harry said, blinking back tears of anger and complete misery. His friend wrapped her arms around him and kissed him ever so softly on his lips.

"Why do you think I haven't told him I like girls? I mean I'm bi also, and I already knew you were gay, I just didn't want everyone coming out to him at once. Harry this is terrible, he's just so stubborn," she whispered not bothering to wipe the tears running down her cheeks.

Harry leaned in closer. "It'll be all right," he promised, reaching his thumbs up to dry her tears. Her shiny eyes gleamed with a layer of tears but they didn't fall. He kissed her, gentle at first in a you're my best friend love kind of way, but it deepened. He was allowed access and explored her mouth. Her tongue felt good, massaging all his troubles of Ron away. Ron freaking out because he was bi, or gay. Gay because he liked Malfoy. Malfoy. He liked Malfoy, or at least lusted after him. Malfoy. Suddenly he broke away, staring at his friend. Her saw the same look of, this is too weird because I like someone else, and we just kissed because we both were caught in the moment, on her face. He saw her blushing and felt his own cheeks getting hot.

"Umm, this, it didn't."

"Yeah, it was an accident."

"Not talking about it?"

"Yep."

"Starting now?"

"Yep."

"So. Umm well that was different."

"Harry, that's talking about it."

"Oh, right."

"I'm going to go reread my potions essay."

"Really, because I was just fancying a walk."

"Ok then. I'll see you later."

"What?"

"Dinner, Harry, dinner."

"Oh, right."

"Well, hurry back."

"What?"

"Harry, just stop. I meant hurry because dinner starts soon. Well in about an hour."

"Oh, right."

"Bye."

"Bye"

Malfoy was pacing around his room. He couldn't stand sharing a room with Crabbe or Goyle's snoring, so with his father's money he got his own room. Though in his current state it seemed a bit too big. "What is up with this stupid party?"

"Nothing, babe, just a little get together, with all the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins who want to come."

"What the," Draco said turning. "Panse don't ever sneak up on me, uh ever."

"Okay, okay sorry."

"How the hell did you get in here anyway?"

"The door wasn't locked."

"Oh," Draco nodded.

"So who are you planning to seduce for the video?"

"I was thinking of a challenge."

"Male or female or both?"

"Most likely male, I decided all those clinging, slutty, females is getting too easy."

"Only because they all throw themselves at you, and guys do it to. So why fuck a guy? Or is it because you're crushing on a lion, even though all the lionesses are on the prowl," she laughed.

"Stuff it Panse."

"With pleasure, but umm Draco you're going to have to help a little on that part," she said motioning towards his pants.

"Panse, do you ever think of anything but sex?"

"Nope."

"You perverted, little whore," he said smirking.

"Like you don't like it."

"You're right, I don't."

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Drakey."

"Shut up, I was doing some serious thinking before you came prancing in."

"Prancing?"

"Yes."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "So let's see. You want to fuck a Gryffindor, and it has to be a guy, there's like a million choices."

"Panse, don't you even think about it."

"No, I got it."

"Parkinson, do not even think of trying to set me up."

"C'mon Drake, it'll be fun. So, Thomas, no he's with Finnigan. Longbottom, yeah right. Weasley's a joke. So who else is there?"

'Unsuspecting, innocent Potter. Gryffindor do-gooder begging me to dominate. Won't he be surprised.' "Honestly Panse, I can't think of anyone."

"Well I'll find someone," she said looking at the mad gleam in his eye.

"So, is there any other reason for you to be in my private bed chamber?"

"Yes."

"And it would be?"

"To ask you what I should wear to the party tonight."

"Oh, of course. How silly of me to have forgotten that I said I'd help you pick out your evening attire," Draco said mock bowing.

If Pansy heard the sarcasm she ignored, by grabbing his arm his arm and pulling him into the girl's dorm.

An hour and thirty-seven outfits later, Pansy still hadn't found the perfect set of clothes. Draco being brought up with the highest of breeding knew it was rude to fall asleep while his extremely boring friend tried on dress after dress after robe set. But being raised right did not stop him from drowning out her girly voice to think over his video plan. 'C'mon Potter,' he would growl. 'Say my name.' Of course Potter being the stubborn arse that that he is would not, so he would have to slap him or pull his hair. Oh, hair pulling, how kinky of me. Maybe there could be chains, yes definitely chains. Having a dungeon for a common room does have its advantages. You know whips would be lovely to. 'Draco' Potter would say. 'Draco. Draco.'

"DRACO!"

"Yes, Panse?" he said yawning.

"What do you think?" she said twirling around.

"You're wearing clothes."

"Of course I am."

"You usually don't."

"I know."

"So don't."

"But I like this dress."

"Well I don't."

"Fine," she grumbled slipping out of the pink silk creation. She calmly waited for Draco to pick out an outfit. A couple minutes passed, "Well," she said standing there in her red lace bra and pantie set.

"Hold on, I'm looking."

She wanted to say something, but held back because she knew what excellent style the Malfoy's had. Not that she didn't have any herself, she just decided Draco could pick out the most amazing ensemble.

"Here," he said thrusting ripped black fabric into her arms.

"This?"

"No, the thing you're not holding, yes this."

"Interesting choice."

"What can I say." 'I guess kinky daydreaming has fashion rewards.' He thought as he watched his friend change into a strategically torn black mini dress, emphasis on mini. "Something's not right."

"What?"

"Don't wear a bra. Underwear is up to you, but make it black, lace would be nice."

She did as he suggested, now standing there in underwear and a black dress that hardly covered anything. She cocked an eyebrow when Draco took out his wand, casting a spell to change her normally golden blonde curls into choppy black tresses.

"What did you do to my hair?" she shrieked.

"Relax, it's only for tonight. I thought it matched your outfit better."

"Any other feature you'd like to charm?" she said coldly.

"No, but put these on," he said handing her a pair of black leather thigh high boots. So of course she obediently followed his directions. Walking over to her trunk he rummaged through until he found a pair of handcuffs.

"Draco?"

"I said don't ask," he replied cuffing her right wrist, with both sides of the cuffs to make it look like a bracelet. Draco took a step back admiring the sex goddess he has made. "Wear black eyeliner and dark lips, not red and not black." He tossed her her school robe and she put it on. Once again he pulled out his wand, he changed her hair back to it original state, but black, before turning it blonde once again.

"Told you it was better blonde."

"Black doesn't suit you, maybe dark brown," he mused, before changing her hair color to a rich chocolate color. "Why must you be so difficult?" he complained, returning it to blonde yet again.

"I'm not."

"Your hair is. But whatever, I just think you might look a little weird."

"No, I don't, I look sexy. And what's with the sudden dark hair fetish?"

"I'd hardly call it a fetish, I was just trying to make it match your outfit. Anyway let's go to dinner. After dinner I will get ready, then you will attend the party with me, before we find our Gryffindor sex slaves."

"Potter."

"Pardon?"

"I said Potter."

"No. I know that. Why?"

"He's the only other Gryffindor seventh year male I can think of. I mean when I was first guessing I didn't even think of him, but know I'm sure he's the only one that's left. So is it? That would be a great challenge."

"Maybe," Draco said mysteriously. "Maybe he is the lion that I can tame."

"You like him!"

"Don't be stupid. Love or like never has anything to do with it. I just want to fuck him, and that's the other 'L' emotion. Lust."

After that, Pansy just dropped the subject. 'There's something he's not telling me, but I'll figure it out.' "C'mon dinner's starting," she said.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said walking towards the door.

"Hermione, will you please tell him not to chew so loudly," Ron asked, still very annoyed at Harry.

"Well, Hermione, will you please tell him, I can eat anyway I please," said Harry, very pissed off because Ron was being so childish.

"Both of you, ask each other your fucking selves," she said getting irritated because this was the stupidest fight in the world.

"Hermione, you cursed."

"Ronald I do you know."

"Hermione, I'm sorry you're getting dragged in to the fight," Harry said putting a arm around his best friend.

"Harry, in case you haven't noticed, Hermione's a girl, so I think I should comfort her. When Dean or Seamus get upset, I'll call you," said Ron, putting his own arm around Hermione, while pushing Harry's off.

"Fuck you, Ron," Harry said getting up.

"Sorry, mate, I don't swing that way."

Before anyone could stop him, Harry got up and pushed Ron to the floor. Kicking him in the side as he stormed out of the Great Hall.

"What the hell was that for?" Ron asked wheezing.

"For being a pathetic arsehole," Hermione said coolly.

"Me?"

"Yes you. Why do you have to be so stubborn about everything?"

"I'm sorry my friend just came out to me while two men were fucking on my bed. Then exposed himself to me when I went to get my coat."

"That was an accident, and you know it. As far as Harry coming out to you, he trusted you and he didn't want it to be a secret anymore. He thought you would be a friend to him not make fun or yell at him. And I would be more accepting if Harry came out to me, which is why he told me before you," Hermione said trying to stay calm.

"What?"

"That's right, Harry came out to us because he knew we would understand. You're the last person to know, Ronald."

"What?"

"He wanted to tell you sooner, but he knew you wouldn't support him with his decision."

"So you're saying everyone here knows?" he asked looking at everyone who either mumbled yes or didn't meet his eye. Even some of the first years turned their heads.

"See, what happens when you're so damn stubborn," Hermione said softly.

Ron took a couple steps back, "No, this can't be happening, this isn't happening."

"Ron, don't," Hermione said.

"I'm sorry Herm," Ron said turning to leave the Great Hall.

"Well that went quite well."

"I'll say."

Hermione glared at Dean and Seamus.

"Joking Hermione, just joking," Dean said.

"Yeah, just a joke," Seamus said looking a little scared by the look in the young witch's eye.

"This isn't a laughing matter. This is serious."

"We know, we know."

"Well I have some work to do and some friendships to rebuild," she said getting up and exiting the Great Hall.

"See you later, well tonight to be exact," Seamus called after her.

"Well this will be quite an interesting party," Dean grinned.

"That it will," agreed Seamus. "That it will."

TBC

AN: I was going to put the party in this chapter but I decided I needed more dialogue. Sorry Ron's such a bastard in this chapter, but just wait until the party. Please review with your thoughts. Since I'm kind of my own beta, please tell me if you think it's flowing smoothly enough. Love you guys.

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