Author's Note

Okay, so this didn't start out as a Harry Potter fanfiction. Really, it's an original story I had been working on at my leisure for a few years. I think it's pretty good for some reason. . . It may not be, but I don't really care. Sense I couldn't put it up as an original, I just changed the characters around and POOF! Instant HP SLASH!

There's a little more sex in this than there is in most of my stories, so be warned! It's not outright porn-ish, but still pretty heavy.

Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter, just the story.

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Who I Am

Chapter I

Bad Day

It's freezing cold, raining, and I'm stuck walking home. No body in my family could take me, I have no car (yet), and no friends to go along with that. I stopped riding the bus because I didn't like the driver and he didn't like me (much like almost everyone else in the world).

Why? Why this abandonment you ask? Well, it was nothing I did by choice. I didn't want my life to be this way. Really, I didn't want to be this way! I never wanted to be . . . well . . . gay. A homosexual if you will. Big whoop.

Yes, that's why I have no real friends or family. My parents won't even let me tell my grandmama because she'd be very likely to have a heart-attack right on the spot. I wouldn't blame her--or them. Why do they have to treat me this way? Why not accept me the way I am? Well. . . Why can't I?

I have no clue how it got around school about my sexuality. Maybe they guessed? Nah. I may be gay but I don't act it--or at least I try not to. Anyway, they figured it out and now I'm widely avoided. I didn't really have friends in the beginning so it's not too big a change, but this way. . . This way I haven't even got a chance. Although there is one guy who is pretty nice to me. I may have a little crush on him, but. . .

Ronald Weasley was probably more a punk than he was anything else. I never really saw him with any particular group. He just drifted around and talked to anybody he felt like talking to. I had watched him do this at lunch. He wore mostly black with spikes and chains. His crimson hair was usually spiked a bit, but other times natural so it fell around his ears. I guess it depended on his mood--or if he wanted to take his time on it or not. His eyes were blue and let me tell you, those eyes are so amazing. I got a good look at them not long ago when a group of guys tried to beat me up and he pulled them off of me.

It was Draco Malfoy, a jock, if you must know. Every body finds him gorgeous so he thinks I do too because I'm gay. He despises me for who I am and doesn't want me to even look at him. This was one of those days when I looked.

Ron put an arm around me and walked me off campus. I was pretty quiet, probably in shock, but he was talkative.

"What's your name?"

"Harry Potter."

He held out a hand. "Ron. Ron Weasley."

I took his hand.

"You're the gay guy, right?"

"Yeah. Lucky me."

He laughed and added: "Have a boyfriend?"

I was quiet a moment, unsure of where this question was going. "I don't even have a friend. I'm a single gay man in a town of homophobes."

"There are other gay guys on campus you know."

I considered this. "Probably not my type."

"What's you're type, then?"

Silence again. I frowned up at him. "I'm still working on that one."

"So am I."

Silence.

We were to a safe place not far from my house.

"I'll talk to you later, okay?"

I nodded. "Sure."

I smiled just thinking about that.

Since then he's been the first one to actually wave and smile in the halls at me, saying "Hi Harry!" First time he did that I jumped around as if a gunshot had gone off. Very cool.

But, anyway, on to the present--

As I said, it's raining nonstop, I'm dripping wet, and on the brink of a vicious cold. Could things get any worse? Okay. . . Maybe I shouldn't say that. I could jinx myself.

Some headlights flashed over me from the back. I turned, putting my thumb out. I usually don't hitchhike unless necessary and it is obviously necessary. They went by, giving me the finger and splashing water in my face in the process. Wouldn't you just love to be me?

I reached the bridge that would take me home. It was only a couple of miles now, but it would still be better with a ride.

Halfway across the river some more lights flashed over my back and I turned, but didn't put my thumb out. They'd never let me--

What the hell? They stopped. There is a God!

He rolled down the window of the Jeep and smiled through the water. It was Ron.

"Hey Harry! Need a lift before you catch your death, or is that what you're here for? Suicide? I stay with you for your last hours if that's it.. . ."

"Ha ha, very funny, Ron."

He ran his fingers through his red hair and smiled. Wow, he really is gorgeous. . . "You getting in or what?"

"I don't know. . ."

"Aw, c'mon! Please?"

Was he begging me to ride with him?

"Alright." I smiled and went forward.

Ron leaned across the seat and opened the door for me. I slipped in and smiled at him. "Why. . ?"

"We loners need to stick together!" he grinned and gently punched my shoulder. "That's why."

"I never thought of you as a loner."

"Yeah, well, just don't label me. I hate that. This whole group thing is just to cut others down."

I grinned. "I could get to like you."

I looked at him and then down at myself. I was in a white collar shirt and kakis. He was in a black shirt with Spongebob Squarepants looking very dried out saying "Water would be nice" and jeans. We were so different . . . but our beliefs were just the same.

"So where do you live?"

I was silent for a moment. "I'm not so sure I want to go there anymore. . . " I'd rather stay with you.

Quiet fell over us like a blanket. Then Ron smiled.

"I get it. Prefer my house? I'll get you some dry clothes and take you home when you're ready," he held up a fist. "Makeover party!"

I laughed. It was impossible to be serious with Ron around.

The house was a small one with only one story. All the curtains were drawn and all the lights off. It was the most inviting house I'd ever been to.

We drove under the garage and got out.

I began in the door, but Ron grabbed me and picked me up from behind in both arms. "Make way for the married couple!" and he took me over the threshold. He sat me down on the hardwood floors and took my hand, dragging me to his room.