Standing behind a stone wall, Ron and Dean were holding two Dungbombs. "Take a good look me sweet… those trouble making scums Dumbledore calls students are around here somewhere..." said Argus Filch. He and his cat Mrs. Norris were circling around corridors. "I dare you to do It." whispered Ron. Dean smiled. "No! You do it!" Ron glared at him. His bright blue eyes were sparkling.

"You. You need to do It." he said to his short haired friend.

"No, no, you please do the pleasure." said Dean.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Okay! Okay then, I'll do it." Ron's smile broadens. He uncapped the small bottle. He held his breath. He glanced around the corner. He sees Filch bending downing to glare at the ground. His bottom poking straight at Ron. So, then, Ron throws the small bottle straight at Flitch's bottom. It knocks him straight on his face. Ron and Dean laugh hysterically. They run s fast as they could away from Filch afraid they would get caught. Once the two boys were some where as far away from filch as possible, the two boys stopped to catch their breath.

"Now that was funny!" cried Dean.

"Did you see how he fell?"

"I know!"

Ron sighed. "Harry never wanted to do this kind of stuff. Too afraid that he would always get into serious trouble. But he always ended up into trouble anyway."

Dean stared at Ron. His hazel eyes were still. "Mate? How come you and Harry aren't talking to each other? I mean, it isn't because you think he put his name in the Goblet of Fire again is it?"

Ron stared at him. He bit the side of his cheek. "Oh, that?

It's nothing." he said quietly. Dean chuckled. "It's nothing? If it's nothing why did you beat him u like two weeks ago?" asked Dean. Ron glared at him. He didn't want to tell him the secret that Harry had revealed to him he was his best friend- they weren't best friends anymore. They weren't even friends. So why would it matter if he told one of Harry's darkest secrets?

"He's gay." said Ron quickly. Dean nearly chocked. "Excuse me. I think I need to clean out my ear next time I shower. But was I right in hearing that, the Pottermans gay?"

Ron couldn't believe that he had just told Dean that. Dean was laughing, "Blimey! Is he the type, 'I'm going to be a girl' gay, or the 'I like guys' gay?" asked dean enthusiastically. Ron stared at him. "I just know, he likes guys. I even caught him smooching with Jesse Underwood. You know, that gay seventh year? They were latterly snogging in the Gryffindor locker room. And guess what?" said Ron. Dean leaned in to hear. "What?" he asked. "I think," began Ron "I think, I saw tongue." Dean spit. "Ewww! Potter was frenching with some seventh year! Wait until everyone hears this! The famous Harry Potter! The one who was the rock, in You-Know-Who's down fall is GAY!" cried Dean. "Now wouldn't that be funny?" asked Dean. Ron nodded doubtfully. He knew he was lying about Harry snogging with Jesse. He knew he was betraying his former best friend. And he knew exactly what Hermione would do if and when she would find out.

"Good morning Mr. Harry Potter!" said Hermione enthusiastically. She climbed into the bench in front of Harry at breakfast time in the Great Hall. "Hello Ms. Hermione Granger! Who just so happens to be the greatest witch of all time, am I right to say?" asked an incredibly smiling Harry. "Oh yes you are. And I am so pleased to say, that I am sitting in front of the boy wizard. Who is most famous by the title, 'The Boy Who Lived!' Am I right also?" asked Hermione. Harry nodded. He crunched on his toast. "I see your smiling." said Hermione staring at him. "No I'm not." said Harry still smiling at trying cover his face with his toast. Hermione laughed. Harry did too.

The two talked about the day before.

"Hermione smiled as she looked down at her schedule for the day: Muggle Studies, Care of magical Creatures, Double Potions, then to and the day, Double History of Magic.

Harry was finishing his funnel cake. "Let me see your schedule." said Hermione. She grabbed his schedule out of his right hand. She glanced at it: Double history of Magic, Double Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, and to end the day, Muggle Studies.

She gasped. She didn't have on class with him that whole entire day. In fact, His schedule was the exact opposite of hers. She looked at him weakly. "We don't have one single class together! Not one!" she stared up at him. "But I do believe that Ronald has this schedule. Now Harry it'll be fine. He couldn't have done anything. I mean, he was your best friend. What's the worst that he could have done?"

Harry stepped out on the courtyard for his second class. Care of Magical Creatures. He noticed that Hagrid had cut the grass. They weren't skimming his knees anymore. He felt nervous for some strange reason. Which was really stupid because why would he be scared of Ron? They were friends before. But yes thought Harry. You do have a reason to be scared. He did beat you up when he found out. Harry glanced down the hill to catch sight of Rubeus Hagrid. The half-giant gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He was one of Harry';s closest friend. Hagrid smiled when he had caught sight of Harry, 'Th're you are Harry!" cried the giant. Harry smiled weakly at Hagrid. He finally caught up with Hagrid. "Hey Hagrid." he answered. Harry glanced up at Hagrid. Who wasn't that much taller than him now. Harry who was an, outstanding six foot three and Hagrid was just eight foot two. Wow. "What 'er matter wit you 'Arry?" asked Hagrid looking at him concered. "nothing." said Harry staring at the hem of his robes. He needed Hermione to sew them back up… they were ripped…. "C'mon 'Arry! I've known you fer five years! I know when th'res somein' wrong wit yer! Now what's wrong wit yer?" asked Hagrid. Harry glanced up at Hagrid into his beady black eyes. "Well, I told Ron I was gay right" he said quickly. Hagrid interrupted him. "what er secon' you are" he said. "Yeah." answered Harry." Yeah, I'm gay. Now listen. About five seconds ago you were so interested in what was bothering me, so listen" said Harry. Hagrid took a couple of steps away from Harry. "Oh c'mon Hagrid! I don't like you!" he said. Hagrid smiled. Pulling Harry into a tight hug. He let go. "Listen ear 'Arry, it erkay that yer" began Hagrid. "Gay" answered Harry awkwardly. "And I'm sure dat Ron was gerst overreactin' when you told him that you were" said Hagrid "Gay." answered Harry again even more awkwardly. "Yeah. That's right/"