Here is the second chapter. I'm somewhere outside visiting temples with my parents and grandparents and utterly bored outta my mind. I hope you like it!

Thanks to Sue, who edited this piece for me!

Disclaimer : Wait? I own Harry Potter and Glee. Remind me which awesome dream of mine was brought to life and by which Genie!

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Harry was not having a good time either. The war had finally ended, and as much as the sentiment was wrong, there was no eye-twinkling, ever-smiling, old man anymore and so he was happy that he wouldn't be manipulated into giving his life again.

Then why did his feel like it? Everyone said he had a responsibility to the people; that it was his name which helped them sleep at night during the war. Looking at his face would just reinforce that fact and so they wouldn't be oh so helpless as there was a lot of renovation to do and new jobs to find now that the people could finally burst out of their hiding places. But Harry was tired of being used as a poster-boy, especially after he had sworn not to do that in the backyard of the Weasley Home during the Christmas before last. Kingsley was somehow okay with it. Maybe he realized that Harry was at his wits' end as to how to placate the people who equated him with Dumbledore, as well as Merlin. And that was something no kid of eighteen years could handle.

Harry was happy that one of his two responsibilities was shut down. Now that everything was over and he didn't have to be a hero anymore, he decided that it was time for Hermione and Ron to know the truth about him. He walked into the main hall of the Ministry, seeing the still damaged statue in the Fountain of Magical Brethren and made a note in his head to talk to Hermione about it.

He flooed into the Burrow and found Molly in the kitchen and kissed her cheek. She smiled at the kid who had stolen a piece of her heart and told him, "Hermione is still out, but I think you'll find Ron in the backyard. He said he was going to practice so he could try out for the Chudley Cannons. I really want him to get a job to support a family, but this is what he wants. I hope you can talk some sense into him, sweetheart."

Harry nodded, with a heavy feeling in his heart and walked out. Ron looked at him and shouted, "Grab a broom and fly up, mate!" Harry just stood there, and saw Ron fly down to meet him. Ron was slightly nervous because Harry had that stoic look on his face, the one which he usually had while trying to guard his hurt from being displayed on his face. He asked him calmingly, "What happened, Harry? Did Kingsley tell you to do something that would compromise your principles? I hope you kicked that guy and told him to go to hell." Harry loved his best friend like a brother and hoped that he wasn't kicked out of here because of something he had no control over. Harry told him, "Let's go put your broom in the shed and go walking. I wanna tell you something."

Ron told him, "No, it's okay. You tell me here. And then we can go back to flying." Harry was adamant, but Ron was the younger brother of five others. If there was one thing he had learnt, it was how to be stubborn. Harry confessed, "I'm gay." When there was no reaction, he continued, "I like boys. Abs turn me on. I have hated breasts my whole life. Ginny was my beard." He saw Ron's hands come towards him and recoiled in reflex, only to find that those hands were …hugging him?

Ron told him, "It doesn't matter to me either way, bro. I've had your back for the past seven years and I'm not going to stop supporting you just because you have a different sexual orientation. Actually I'm going to be flattered if you tell me you're in love with me." He started laughing loudly as Harry punched him in the arm. Harry nervously inquired, "So, you sure?" Ron just nodded as they walked into the house.

And Ron got sent back equally as fast because Molly started shouting at him about not bringing snow-filled brooms into the house.

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Aww, isn't Ron the bestest best friend? Review if you agree!