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What the Other Weasleys Don't Know…

Chapter 5: Homosexual?

Disclaimer: Not ours.

"He fired me, Harry! And it's not like what I did was that bad," Ginny grumbled later that night.

"It's okay, Gin," Harry consoled stroking her hair. "You hated that job anyway; you've been talking about quitting for months now."

"Yeah, quitting. Not being fired! I wanted to walk away with my pride," she explained.

"Gin, I don't think there's anything less prideful than dumping tea on an old perv who grabbed your bum," Harry laughed.

Ginny felt slightly guilty at his words. Harry was her best friend in the world, and she knew she could trust him with anything. When that muggle contraption—that car—almost ran her over and old Smit saved her, she was honor bound to work as an 'exotic dancer' in his new place. Her six older brothers would have gone mental, and her parents would hang their heads in shame for having a 'scarlet woman' for a daughter. But not Harry. He understood perfectly her need to work there as well as her need for secrecy. Not once had he uttered a word of her job to anyone. And she was sure he wouldn't tell a soul about her scene with Draco today at the café, or the walk that had gone on together afterward, or what incredibly deep views Draco had expressed on a number of topics, or how Draco was facing extreme amounts of pressure from old pureblood families and trying to cope, or how she was referring to him as "Draco" all of a sudden.

But Harry was her best friend. If she told him about Draco, chances were he'd be mad. Really mad. She didn't want to take that risk. They were archenemies in school, after all. Even if they were on the same side in the war, they still hated each other.

"The guy who grabbed me, Harry," she said trying to ease her guilt, "wasn't that old."

Harry eyed her suspiciously. "How old was her?" he asked.

"Umm…about your age, I guess," she squeaked.

"And would you happen to know this person my age?" he asked.

Ginny shook her quickly. She could already tell this was a bad idea. Harry could easily find out just who was in the café today, what with his auror connections and all. She shouldn't have brought it up.

"You know you can tell me anything, right Gin?" he coaxed softly.

"Harry," she began, "you're my best friend. But sometimes even friends have to keep things from each other. I…I have to work this out on my own."

"He stared at her for a moment and nodded. "I understand. I have secrets from you, too."

She sighed in relief at his unwavering understanding. Then the second part of his statement hit her. "What do you mean, you have secrets from me?" Ginny burst out.

Harry laughed. "Don't worry. They aren't big life-threatening ones or anything like that. I just have to work them out on my own. Like you," he explained.

"Harry, if you don't tell me what your secret is, I will torture you in ways even Voldy couldn't imagine. Believe me, I have six older brother." She eyed him with her mother's signature glare.

"Ginny, I'm not going to tell you," Harry said.

"Tell me." She commanded.

"No," he replied.

"Please?" she begged.

"No," Harry said again.

And so it continued for an hour and twenty-two minutes. Wherever Harry went, Ginny followed. Even the loo, though she closed her eyes.

"All right," Harry finally yelled. Having no siblings to practice with, Ginny had to admit he held his own pretty well. "I'm a homosexual."

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. No wonder they got along so well. He had the mind of a female. "I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

"There's always been something feminine about you. You have a crush on Dean, don't you? Don't worry; he's gay too. I found out in sixth year. Lucky we broke up."

"I wasn't serious!" Harry shouted. "I'm straight!"

"Oh," a surprised Ginny managed to say. "Well, then why did you say you weren't? You can really confuse a person like that."

"I said it because you were bothering me! I wanted to tell you something to shut you up. Did you really think I was gay?" He asked worriedly.

"Harry, you're a single man with style, understanding, incredible insight, and the whole witch population after you. That's really unnatural. Of course, there's the possibility you're a puff, but I never really thought you were. You're too hot to be gay," Ginny explained. Please believe me. Please believe me.

Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty darn hot, aren't I?"

"The hottest," Ginny replied without hesitation.

"Well then," said Harry checking his watch, "I better go. Bye." And her disappeared with a pop.

"Harry James Potter!" yelled Ginny in frustration.

"You better tell me your secret the second you get back! Grrrr."

It was okay for her to have secrets from him; she was a lady. For him to have secrets from her, though? Puh-lease. Her was a troubled man who needed to get his troubles off his chest. Well, she would on him later.

A/N: Well, that was a nice and short chapter. YAYYY. Well, review. I'm too lazy to spell check, so excuse errors.

Love;

Annie

(And Kasey who is frantically trying to figure out something weird to do to keep her weirdness tradition that seems to occur at the end of every chapter, alive.)