A/N: Why hello there! School has started. We have three new kids. Kay, this is boring.
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. JK! Rowling does. (See what I did there?)
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"I THINK HARRY LIKES GINNY!" yelled Hermione.
"Well, of course he does! They're friends! Gosh, Hermione…" said Ron.
"No! I mean, he LIKE LIKES her!"
Ron's face went from confusion to anger. "Wait-WHAT? SHE'S WAY TOO YOUNG FOR HIM!"
Hermione backpedaled. "I mean, that's, you know, what I think. I could be wrong. In fact, I probably am. Let's just forget I said anything, alright?"
"NO!" shouted Ron. "You're right. You're always right about everything. Why would this be any different? He likes her. I'm sure of it. I'm going to kick his-"
"Ron!" Hermione grabbed Ron's arm. "How would you feel if, say, Harry got mad at you for liking me?"
"Well…I guess I would feel horrible."
Hermione smiled. He hadn't even caught on to her idea. Boys. "Come on," she said. "We're going to be late for dinner." She tugged him along.
"Dinner? Excellent! I'm starved!"
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Dean yanked Neville towards the Gryffindor tower.
"Wait, Dean! There are no toilets this way!" Neville said, a look of confusion on his round face.
"Neville, are you really daft enough that you thought we found Trevor? He's in your bed right now."
Neville turned red. "Well, what ARE we doing?" he asked.
Dean chuckled. "You'll see."
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Ron and Hermione plopped down on either side of Harry.
"So, Harry, how's it going?" Ron's voice sounded a bit forced.
"Okay, I guess. How are you? I mean, I just saw you five minutes ago, but, you know…"
"Er, yeah, I'm fine…"
Hermione was staring off into space due to the lack of interesting conversation.
There was an awkward silence. Harry cleared his throat.
Ginny spoke up. "So, when's the next trip to Hogsmeade for you guys?"
Hermione grinned. "On Saturday, actually. I really can't wait."
"Wow, that's pretty soon!" Ginny was grinning widely.
"Yep! I just feel bad because Harry can't go." Hermione fake-pouted. She knew that the second they left Ginny and Harry would start talking to each other.
Harry shrugged. "It'll be fine, 'Mione. I can take care of myself."
But Hermione saw him smiling.
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Dean shoved Neville down into an armchair. "So, tell me, who is she?"
Neville shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Dean."
Dean gave an exasperated sigh. "The girl, Neville. The girl."
"Dean, I still-"
"CAN IT, BIG LOTS! You like a girl!" Dean was grinning.
"Wha-w-nooooo! I don't like a girl…" Neville's face was the color of a tomato.
"So you're GAY? I mean, I always suspected, but…." Dean wasn't smiling so much now.
"NO! Nooooo no no no no. I just-" Neville sighed. "It's Kalyn."
"KALYN? KALYN MCINTIRE? Man, that girl is awesome! I should've known! Oh, wait till Seamus hears about this!" Dean was shaking with laughter.
Neville looked immensely frightened. "NOOOOO! Please don't! He'll tell her! Pleeeasee, Dean! You've never done anything for me! Please, please please PLEASE PLEASE!"
Dean held up his hands in front of him. "OKAY! Okay, I won't tell Seamus, alright?"
Neville breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair. "Oh, thank you so much, Dean. I was scared there…."
"Uh, sorry about that…" Dean rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"It's fine. Now, I want to get back to dinner. I'm kind of starved."
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Later that night, Kalyn and Ginny were sitting in a corner of the common room.
"Ginny?" Kalyn said quietly.
"Yeah?" Ginny replied, looking up from her Charms textbook.
"You really like Harry, right?"
Ginny looked confused. "Yeah, you know that! Why do you ask?"
"Well," Kalyn cleared her throat. "I think you should try to talk to him more often."
"Kalyn, we just talked to him at dinner."
"I meant JUST YOU talking to him."
Ginny paled. "Well, that's a bit hard… I get so nervous around him…" she trailed off.
"Just be yourself! You're awesome, and it's obvious he likes you." Kalyn was smiling.
Ginny blushed. "Thanks, Kalyn."
"Don't mention it."
"Um, Kalyn?"
"Yes, Ginny?"
"I'm going to work on my homework now."
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In the opposite corner of the common room, two third-year boys were having a similar conversation.
"So, while the rest of us are in Hogsmeade, what are you going to be doing?" Neville asked, leaning towards Harry.
Harry took a deep breath. "I'm going to talk to her."
Neville nodded. "And why?"
"Because she likes me and I like her."
"Right. And if I come back and you two haven't talked, what will happen?"
"Er, Neville, we didn't go over this." Harry looked confused.
Neville's eyes grew wide in realization. "Oh. Right. Well, I'll be very, very mad. And you will not like me being mad."
Harry chuckled. "Okay, Neville. Whatever you say."
"SHUT IT!" Neville shouted.
Everyone in the common room turned to stare and Neville.
Harry was still laughing.
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In the cold dungeons of Hogwarts, a boy with white-blond hair was talking to two burly boys.
"You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you," he whispered.
The two oafs grunted.
"I heard that Harry Potter is gay!" He snickered.
"Why can't we tell anyone?" said the fat one with the bowl cut.
"Because," Malfoy said in a 'duh' tone, "We might need to use it as blackmail!"
"Ohhhh," said the two hefty boys in unison. Then they all began to laugh. Louder and louder they became, until they were practically rolling on the floor.
"This is going to be perfect," the blond sneered.
And indeed it was.
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Sorry, sorry, SORRY for my lack of updates recently. I've been busy. Like, really busy.
But who cares about my excuses?
For those authors who have OC's: A word of advice. Don't name them after people you know, because every time you talk to them you will be forced to differentiate them from your character.
THIS CHAPTER'S QUESTION: Sorry to ask, but are you people guys or girls? I know for a fact that one of you is a guy. But what about the rest of you? I assume you're girls. But what if you're not? I don't know how to write for guys! I'm so sorry. ಠ_ಠ
Toodles!