Perhaps Harry should have been less blasé about it. Ron was staring at her as if he wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly. Hermione had even looked up from her enormous pile of homework.
"So… yes, I'm a girl." Harry shrunk back into her armchair. A sinking feeling seemed to be dragging her innards towards her feet. Were Ron and Hermione going to abandon-
Ron's astonished expression and Harry's spiralling was broken by a huge grin curving across the freckled face. Hermione beamed and jumped up to pull her into a hug.
"Congratulations!"
"Congrats, mate. You're really brave."
Harry relaxed.
Hello! I'm posting this just-written drabble way past my bedtime so I will have undoubtedly managed to sneak some errors into the one hundred words somewhere. Sorry about that!
This story is written for any LGTBQIA+ person who is struggling with an unsupportive family, especially during the festive season. Please, please remember that you are an incredibly beautiful, intelligent, and irreplaceable individual who is has a bright future ahead of you. Happy holidays if you celebrate them, and have a wonderful day.
