Harry sat on the pantry floor, breathing deeply in shock, the baguette hanging limply over his head and glasses. Harry sniffed. This was all he was good for, letting other people let out all their emotions using him. And he even sucked at that.

Harry barked out his sadness like a seal. Then he howled. Harry was getting very good at howling. If I was an actor, Harry thought smugly, I could so play the part of a werewolf.

He realized he had crumbs all down his back, and it was really uncomfortable, so he howled again. Then he buried his head in his hands and sobbed.

Harry sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Suddenly, the door to the pantry opened again. Harry cringed, expecting Mrs. Weasley. It wasn't.

"Harry, are you like, alright?" Fred asked with concern in his voice. He sat down next to Harry and put his arm around Harry's shoulders.

Harry tensed in his shoulders, as Fred began rubbing Harry's arm with his own.

"Harry, I have a confession to make…" If possible, Harry tensed even more. "Um…how to say this…" Fred continued, "Harry, so you…do you…um…" Harry was so tense you could use him as ironing board. "…like guys?"

Harry was so tense he couldn't blink. "Harry? Did you hear me?"

Harry snapped. He turned on Fred like a dog infected with rabies, "
I'm not GAY! I'm NOT. I'd never let a guy do stuff to me. Ever! Like, EWWW! Ohmygod I can't believe you asked me that!" Harry screamed. He was hyperventilating.

Fred leapt back, shocked by Harry's response. "Um, I'm really sorry Harry; I don't know why I asked you. It's just…"

"Just what?" Harry asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He was suddenly very much aware of Fred's presence; he could hear Fred's nervous breathing and smell his aftershave. He felt a strange feeling inside him; however it was quickly squashed down by Harry's fear of getting found out.

He quickly backed away from Fred, terrified that he'd end up kissing him. Harry wanted Fred to like him, and he knew if Fred found out about…Harry's feeling, he'd be totally revolted.

Fred averted his gaze, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. "I…I…I…" Fred stammered. Suddenly, the fireplace burst with activity. A ruffled up Ron wandered into the kitchen, dusting himself off.

A/N Sorry this chappie's so short! Lolz, the next will be longer. It's taking me forever to type up cause it's so long, but don't worry, I have still a litte more typed up!

Aww, poor Harry and Fred. Plz review!