Ron stumbled from his chair and looked around. The Great Hall looked dark, and scary. Ron shivered. Squinting his eyes, trying to see where the door was, he stumbled toward the stairs. Hell, he thought, why should I go to the common room immediately? He changed route, and walked into the dark corridor on the right. Looking carefully where the walls were, Ron walked forward. There were stairs. To a basement. Mm, Ron stopped in his tracks. Would he dare? Come on, you wuss!

Ten minutes later, Ron stood in front of a portrait, of a very evil looking young man. Thankfully, he looked as if he was sleeping. Ron sighed in relief.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Ron stared up in horror. The portrait hadn't been sleeping at all. It was wide awake, and looked very angry.
"So, redhead, going to say something? Or did the cat got your tongue?"
Ron stood frozen, scared that if he'd move, some alarm would go off. "Well, did he?" Ron looked up in surprise. "Who did what?"
The portrait sighed and screamed in disbelief, "The cat! God, you aren't very clever, are you? Well, no need to argue on that, let's introduce ourselves. My name is Dorian, Dorian Gray." The portrait looked very proud of this fact. "Well, what's your name then?" "Ronald Billius",he muttered. The portrait squealed. "Nooo, but you can't be! Already? Your father's Legolas right?" "Yes, do you, you know him?" The portrait blushed," Well, yes, of course I know your father. And I've seen you before! Remember the tea party? When you were about 5? That was when my human form was still walking around. " Ron looked horrified, suddenly remembering the man, from long ago. "But, you can't be! You must've died years ago!!" Ron couldn't believe it.

No, there would be anyone from his youth here! His father had promised! It seemed as if the portrait could read his mind, because when it spoke again, he said the most comforting words Ron had heard since he arrived here. "Ron, dear, Dumbledore offered me this job, as a housekeeper, on my dying bed. He also told me, you would come to this school in a few years, and if you did, you would run into me. I couldn't believe that at first, because well, I'd already guessed you wouldn't be a Slytherin. But Dumbledore told me not to worry, and said that I had to promise him something. "The portrait hesitated for a moment. "He told me, that when we would meet, I had to give you some advice. And tell you the truth."

"The truth about what? And why are you here? My father promised this would be a new start!"

"But Ron, it is, nobody knows I know you! And I won't tell! And well, I'm here to guide you! And if you would just let me talk, It would all become clear."
Ron sighed. Alright then, he would listen to this Dorian person. And then he'd sneak out and go find his dorm. "Oh, no!" Ron looked up and saw the portrait's face become pale. "Ron, promise me you'll come back tomorrow!" Then the door, on which the portrait hung, flew open.
A blond head spurted out, bumping into Ron. They fell in a tangled mess on the floor. "Fuck, what the hell are you doing here at this hour?"
The blonde, with angry red flushed cheeks stared at Ron, as soon as they were untangled. Ron started apologizing, with his eyes still on the floor, but the blond boy recognized him en went: "OMYGEE! Why didn't you say it was you?" Ron bravely looked up, and let out a deep breath:" I didn't know it was you!"

Malfoy, the blond boy, grinned evilly and grabbed Ron's arm. "So, what were you doing here?"
"I was looking for my dorm", Ron decided. Malfoy grinned, "by the way, my first name's Draco. Just so you know it." The blond boy shuffled his feet uncomfortable. "Do you want to see the.. the garden?" Ron blushed," I'd love to." The portrait was dead silent as they walked to the front door, but Ron memorized the way. He would definitely come back to hear the secret the portrait had to tell him. Not for the world would he miss that. Once they had reached the garden, Draco lifted his wand and murmured a spell. All of a sudden, there was light background music playing.

"How did you—"
"Shh, sit down."

Ron sat on the nearest bench, searching for words. Why was Draco looking so nervous. "Now close your eyes." Ron obeyed. Sitting with eyes closed, he heard the music, and the wind. And he felt, soft warm lips on his own. His eyes shot open, and Draco, the one kissing him, flew back. "I'm sorry!" Draco's face was dark red. Ron heard a crack, of wood, a branch. He looked where the sound came from, and there stood Harry, in the dark. Alone. Ron stood up. Draco muttered sorry again, and ran off. Emoboy!Harry ran off. And Ron headed for his dorm. It had been a tiring day.

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After a dreadful night of falling asleep and waking up five minutes later, Ron decided to get up when the sun started rising. He did it without a sound, he didn't want to wake his roommates, especially not Harry- after what happened yesterday night. But exactly what happened yesterday night? Malfoy... no, Draco had kissed him. But why? Ron didn't know. Ron wasn't even sure if he liked it... I think..., Ron thought, I think I did like it. Does that mean that I'm gay?! I'm gay? Ohmygod! I must ask Dorian about it....
Meanwhile Ron had arrived, unconsciously, at the same place Draco kissed him. Ron sat down on the same bench, thinking about yesterday. About Draco, about Harry, about gay people, and about Dorian. He was just so confused. He always wished for a different life than he used to live, but now that he had one, he didn't know whether he liked it or not.
Ron was so busy thinking, he didn't hear someone coming, so naturally, he was shocked when he heard someone say "Mind if I sit here?". It was Harry. "Oh, Harry! Yes, I mean, no, of course I don't mind." Ron stumbled. Harry sat next to him. For a few minutes they were silent, but then Harry began to talk: "Look, Ron... about last night-". Ron interrupted him. "Well yes about last night I'm terribly sorry and well I um well Draco started and he just-". Before Ron could finish his sentence Harry interrupted HIM. "Do you..uhm.. I mean... has Draco told you about him and me?"
"Him and you?' Ron said, in his oblivious manner.

Harry looked around him, making sure there was no one around, who could possibly hear their conversation. No one was, but Harry whispered anyway. "You can't tell any one about this, you hear me?!". "Oh no okay I won't" Ron nodded. "Well," Harry whispered, "Draco and I...are sort of...you know, together".

"YOU'RE DATING MALFOY?" Ron yelled, completely forgetting his promise.

"Sssht! Not so hard, stupid". "But... but Draco kissed me!". "Yes, exactly. And that is the problem." Harry answered, slightly annoyed at Ron's stupidity. Let's just hope it's only because it's still early, Harry thought. "But.... aren't you mad or something?" Ron asked. "Mad? Are you frickin' insane? I'm not mad, I'm fucking pissed off! Angry! I swear I could kill the bastard if I had the chance".
"Are you... mad at me?" Ron softly asked, scared of the answer. He didn't want to lose the friends he had.
"No..." Harry said. "I saw everything. It was him who kissed you, you didn't do a thing". Ron sighed of relieve.
"Phew, thank Merlin."
"But...." Harry began.
"But what?" Ron wanted to ask, but couldn't, because once again, he felt lips against his own. This time it was not Draco, but Harry kissing him. Ron didn't do a thing. He couldn't move. He didn't back away, he didn't kiss Harry back, he just sat there, letting Harry do his thing.

Surely enough, a few seconds later Harry drew his face back. For a second they stayed in that position, faces close, Ron could feel Harry's breath on his face.

WHAT THE FUCK?!, Ron thought. Do I look like I'm gay or something?! Did they put a sign with 'I'm gay!' on my back, again?!. "H-H-Harry," Ron said, and then swallowed. "W-why did you do that?".

Harry was silent for a while, then his face turned angry. "You didn't like it? I'm not good enough for you, am I? Well, fuck you! Just because your the son of a prince doesn't make you any better than the rest of us! And for your information, I only kissed you because I wanted revenge!!", and with that, Harry walked away, with long, angry steps.

What..the...fu-HEY! How did he know about my father?! He's not supposed to know! Who told him that?! I know! It must be.. that Dorian! The fucker! I'll go to him immediately! And Ron walked away, towards Dorian's portrait, ready for a good, old fight.

Damn Harry, Hermione thought, he just believed all this Glorfindelcrap. Of course, she really hád digged Glor, but the réal reason of her sadness and rebellion was Harry Himself. Talking about oblivious, geez. Everything was true though, she didn't go to third base with Glor, but it wasn't just because she was too young, no, she had fallen in love with someone else. The reason Glorfindel got mad, was because he noticed. And the boy she had fallen for, was Harry. Emo emo Harry, with his scruffy look and scar. Obviously Glor got pissed. Well, and being pissed in a relationship just wasn't her idea of having a good time, now was it?

Walking with steady pace Hermione felt her pulse race. Looking around the corner, checking if the coast was clear, she walked to the front of a painting. "So, did it work?" she asked softly. "Yes yes, you got the other information?"

Hermione smiled, she knew Sir Cadogan wanted his price. Yes, he was her ally. A strange one, but well, he always completed his tasks. And, he knew her victim. Ron, yes, Ron had met Sir Cadogan. When he first heard the painting with the weird knight on it talk, he had been shocked. But later on, he thought of it as normal. Ron, how she despised him. What did he have, that had this strange magical work on other people. Boys, Girls, all seemed to like him. And a lot even loved him.
Hermione couldn't believe that Ron didn't even notice.
With his sloppy attitude, always afraid of doing something wrong, and his freckles and orange hair ,he looked like a lost pup. Disgusting ,Hermione spitted out in her thoughts. So when she had done some research in the library, looking up if there was something in Ron's past to be disgraceful enough for her to use, and she found something, she was more than pleased. His father was a prince, no less, and Ron seemed eager to hide this from everyone.
But even more important, his father didn't even seem all that straight, Hermione thought with a smirk.
So that was why Ron was so hesitant of mentioning his father. And then, she just had the best idea. If she could spread this news through school, Ron would become the most disgraced person in school, because, even though lots of people at Hogwarts were gay, it was an unspoken rule that you did not confess that. It was a solemnly sworn subject of silence. The perfect way of spreading this was by letting Sir Cadogan scream it through hallways, and whisper it in ears. His small price, was for her to ask Deteronemeus, a painting of a very good-looking, very naked Egyptian warrior, if he was gay. And as it turned out, he was, and he had a thing for Sir Cadogan.
It had taken her a lot of time convincing Deteronemeus that she was in fact on his side, but it was worth the total humiliation of Ron.
Ron, whom Harry seemed to love. Of course, Hermione had known Draco and Harry had a thing, but she had also seen what the effect of Ron had on the two of them. They both liked him more than they liked each other.
And after Harry had seen Draco kiss Ron, he got jealous.
Not about Draco, but about Ron!
Harry was supposed to be hers!
It had always been that way. Well, they were friends, but harry hadn't seemed serious about his love for Draco, so Hermione had just assumed that later on, they would become a thing. Hermione and Harry.

But no, this… prince boy came.

Hermione looked down, and noticed blood dripping on the floor.
She hadn't even noticed that she had made such strong fists.

She hadn't noticed that her nails'd made cuts in her flesh.