"Hey Ron," Harry said quickly, eager to get out of an awkward situation. Fred glared at his sibling for taking his pet from him.

Harry and Ron quickly departed for Ron's room, catching up the whole way. Once in the room, Ron turned on Harry, "What happened to my stuff?" indicating the glass and his school book. Harry blushed and traced his big toe in circles. "Um…ecological disaster?"

"Oh," said Ron, scrunching his face up, not understanding, "Er…alright then."

Harry couldn't help but notice how tall Ron was, and how much he had filled out over the summer, and how tanned he was…

"Er, excuse me Ron," said Harry sprinting out of the room. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Harry cried in anger. He thought he had got those unnatural thoughts under control, ever since he had started comparing Dudley's hotness to his friends. Harry had to punish himself to get it under control. Harry locked himself I the bathroom, looked in the mirror and started slapping himself in the face.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Harry looked at himself in the mirrors. There were tears in his eyes and big red handprints on his cheeks. He splashed cold water on his face, relieved when the slap marks began to fade. He dried his face and blew his nose, then went back to Ron's room.

As he walked in, he felt an uncontrollable pull of lust. Pull yourself together! He told himself sternly.

"Ya know, you can sit down," Ron said, looking at Harry.

"Oh yeah, of course!" Harry said, feeling stupid. He sat next to Ron on Ron's bed and absent-mindedly fiddled with the bedspread.

"Wanna play wizard chess?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, sure!" Harry said, glad of the distraction. Ron set up the board, and they began to play. Halfway through the game, Harry couldn't help stealing a glance at Ron. He had a lock of hair in his face. Harry reached out and pushed it away. He almost gasped as he felt a bolt of electricity pass though him. (A/N of course, it wasn't' really electricity!) His hand lingered on Ron's face. Ron gazed at Harry curiously, and their eyes locked. Harry couldn't' control himself anymore. He forgot about the chess game and launched himself at Ron.

As their lips connected, Harry felt an indescribable feeling. It felt so right! Harry could have continued kissing Ron forever, but then Ron pushed him away.

"What the hell are you doing?" he screeched, "Harry, have you completely lost your mind?"

Harry opened his emerald green peepers wide at Ron, his lips still puckered up. Tears began to well. "But Ron, didn't you feel it?"

"The only thing I felt was your mouth connecting to mine which is like, so wrong!"

Harry felt like a man drowning, a man who at one point had been standing on solid ground, but now had the floor ripped out from underneath him. Harry was too lost to respond.

Looking into Harry's eyes Ron didn't know what to say. Harry looked so genuinely hurt, and he had caused that as if he had just as well slapped in the face.

"Look Harry er…I'm…ah…just gonna…uh, go for a bit…to think!" Ron said, quickly leaving, a confused look on his face.

When Harry felt sure that Ron had gone, he let his emotions out. He brayed like a wounded donkey. Why did this, this unnaturalness keep happening to him? Harry thought back to the day when it had all started.

Harry was 8 and he had been listening in on one of Dudley's conversations. He hadn't understood what was going on, so he went to Aunt Petunia for clarification.

"Aunt Petunia, Ma'am, whassa ho-mo-sex-u-al?"

It had been an instantaneous reaction. Aunt Petunia had turned on him like a ravenous baboon. She slapped him once for mentioning such filth, slapped him twice for mentioning such unnaturalness, and slapped him thrice just for the heck of it.