Harry nearly stumbled as he walked along the train's corridors. Where the hell was Luna?

As he passed each compartment door he looked in to see if he could see her within them. Lots of people stared at him in awe as he walked past them.

They would of course. The story about how he had killed Lord Voldermort had been printed in every paper all over the world. He had even done an interview on the subject. Since then his fame had positively skyrocketed…to his great displeasure.

He hadn't liked the attention before but now it got a bit too much sometimes. Though he was pleased to know what he was famous for, this time round.

He spotted Luna in an almost deserted compartment. He flung the door open.

"Luna! At last I found you. Can I have a word with you outside please?"

She looked hesitant for a moment, but then she saw his angry green eyes. Oh dear.

Shutting the compartment door after her she casually leant against the wall as she waited for the tirade.

"You have some explaining to do. Remember writing this?"

He thrust the magazine article under her nose. She flinched.

"I don't know why you're so upset, Harry. It's not as bad as some of the things people have written about you."

"That is true, but they aren't my friends. They don't know me personally. You, on the other hand, do! You know it isn't true and yet you still wrote it in your father's magazine. Explain yourself!"

"My father wanted a new side to you. Besides in the wizarding world homosexuality lives freely alongside heterosexuality. It isn't seen as a bad thing to us, as I believe it kind of is in the muggle world."

"But I'm not gay!"

"We both know that isn't true."

Harry looked very confused.

"Stop talking in riddles!"

"I'm not. I know that you do partly find men attractive."

"You're off in fantasy world again. Luna-world I call it."

"Harry, you told me so yourself."

"I never!"

"Yes you did. End of last term. Now don't get angry with me, Harry."

"Don't get angry with you! It's a bit late for that! I'm bloody furious!"

Before he could get into his stride a hand was laid on his shoulder.

A cool hand that told him to calm down or pay the penalty.

It was Hermione. When he saw it was her he stopped himself and tried to conquer his temper.

Hermione watched him with amused eyes as he fought with himself.

"Look," she said to help him through it after about five minutes of watching him struggle. "there is an easy way out of this. All Harry has to do is deliver a statement saying that the allegations aren't true. Can you do that Harry? Can you get your father to print that, Luna?"

Luna nodded and Hermione looked at Harry, waiting for his affirmation.

It didn't come.

Hermione looked at him intently. Why was he not agreeing?

Then she saw the look he shot her way.

"Oh god, Harry! No! You can't be!"

He pushed Luna back into the compartment and took Hermione in a vice like grip and marched her down the corridor.

"Harry! Stop! Ow! You're hurting me! You're being very odd, Harry. Anyone would think that what the article said was true."

He stared at her.

"Oh God! It is, isn't it? What'll the world think?"

"I don't care a fig what the world thinks. But I will not send in that statement."

"It's true isn't it? The article? You are gay aren't you?"

"No I'm not. Well…let's just say that I swing both ways."

"So basically, Harry, you are telling me that you are bisexual?"

"You could say that!"