Harry froze.
Ginny froze.
"What?!" Ginny shrieked, shoving him off of her, "RON?"
"I…" Harry trailed off.
"So this is what this is all about?" Ginny growled, "you… you're… you're a faggot?"
"I'm not…"
"Oh, right, because straight guys totally go and say the names of their girlfriend's brother during sex!"
"I didn't…"
"Oh shut up you fucking faggot," Ginny growled, "and get the fuck out of my house." Harry scrambled to his feet. Why had he said Ron's name? What the hell had come over him? He should be saying Ginny's name, or at least a girl's name… but Ron? How had this happened? When? He'd never felt anything before, had he? Harry scoured his head for an explanation, but came up with nothing other than the obvious.
"What are you doing just standing there?" Ginny shrieked, she grabbed Harry's clothes off the floor and threw them at him, "get out!" Harry scrambled, putting on his pants as quickly as he could, dodging the shoe Ginny threw at him. He started to put on his shirt but was interrupted by another shoe. He gave up. Grabbing his wand he turned and fled, barefoot, shirtless, and into the night.
"Harry?" Ron's voice was clouded with sleep.
"I'm sorry Ron," Harry said, nearly on the verge of tears by now, "I just, something happened, I didn't know where else to go, I just…"
"Come in," Ron said, taking Harry's arm and leading him into the house. Harry sniffled, as Ron fetched a blanket and draped it over Harry's bare shoulders. Harry clutched the warmth tightly around his freezing body.
"What happened?" Ron asked, reaching up and stroked Harry's hair with such gentleness and care that Harry nearly burst into tears again. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone care, even after he'd been such an asshole.
"I'm sorry for being such an ass to you the other day," Harry said quietly.
"It's okay," Ron said, pulling Harry into a large bear hug, "you were frustrated, and I understand."
"No, I was just being an ass, I really am sorry," Harry said. Ron just held him tighter.
"Apology accepted," Ron replied, "and I'm sorry too."
"Ron?" Harry and Ron broke apart in a split second.
"Yeah?" Ron called back.
"Who is it Ron?" Hermione called, coming into the room.
"It's Harry," Ron replied.
"Oh," Hermione said, spotting Harry shirtless and still wrapped in a blanket, standing a few feet away from Ron.
"He and Ginny had a fight," Ron said.
"Shirtless?" Hermione asked.
"Uh…" Ron turned to look at Harry, Harry just shook his head. To explain that story he would have to explain something else. Something he wasn't quite ready to reveal. Especially not to Ron.
"Well, you can sleep on the couch," Hermione said to Harry, "just come up to bed Ron," she called over her shoulder as she turned and headed back to their room.
"I should probably go," Ron said, turning back, facing Harry with an apologetic look on his face.
"It's okay," Harry said, "you go."
"You sure?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Harry replied.
"Well, tell me if you need anything," Ron said.
"I will," Harry responded. Ron gave him a small smile before turning and heading after Hermione. Leaving Harry alone in the living room, having to deal with his own mind. And honestly, he would have rather had to deal with Ginny's furry over and over again.