Harry trudged up the stairs to his dormitory, his mind whirling with thoughts. He pushed open the door, expecting to find the other boys sound asleep. Instead Harry was mildly surprised to see Ron's gangly form sitting up in his bed. Ron glanced up as the door swung open. "Wotcher, Harry, can't sleep?"
Harry nodded and sat down with a thump on the bed next to Ron. "Yeah, me neither." Ron replied sympathetically, "Anything on your mind?"
Harry scratched the back of his head and the said nervously, "Yeah, actually. I was just thinking. You know that in the muggle world right now marriage rights are a big deal? Like a lot of people think a man shouldn't be able to marry another man, you know? Gay rights and things. I was just wondering what the wizarding attitudes were on this subject?" Harry glanced a little nervously at his best friend.
Ron's eyes widened in the classic dear in the headlights look, but he quickly got over himself and patted Harry on the shoulder. "Hey, don't worry Harry. You're my best mate; I'll support you no matter what. You mean the world to me!" Ron then added, a little too quickly, "But just as friends! I do like girls."
Harry leapt to his feet a shouted, "Not me!" When Neville grunted in his sleep, Harry quickly lowered his voice. "Not me! Dumbledore!"
Now it was Ron's turn to jump to his feet in shock. "Dumbledore? No way! That's impossible! He's asexual!"
Harry sat back down and made shushing motions at Ron, "Well, Hermione said he was."
Ron sat down too and said a little skeptically, "Well, if Hermione says so…"
"Hey! If Dumbledore's gay, then maybe? Who else could be gay?"
The two boys stared at each other and simultaneously shuddered.
Somewhere, many floors below, the greasy Potion's Master paused from his grading to rub vigorously at his ears, which had just been overcome with a strange burning sensation.