Harry ran through the corridor, not worrying about who saw him or what they said. Tears were streaming down his face and dropping onto the floor under him. He heard someone behind him shouting his name but didn't want to talk to the person. He just kept running, looking for somewhere he could be on his own and without any disturbance, he just didn't know where that place was. How could he face anyone after what he had just done, something he regretted as soon as he had done it. Now everyone in the castle knew his secret and he knew he would be tormented for him, making him feel even worse and there was no changing that. The person behind him kept running, trying to grab his attention but not succeeding in that. They were getting out of breath but knew they had to keep going. They ran around the corner and saw it was empty but saw a portrait swing shut. They went up to it and whispered the password, not knowing why they whispered it as it wasn't like anyone was around. The portrait swung open and they walked in, seeing Harry on the floor, resting his head in his hands, supported by his knees.

"Just leave me alone Pansy" Harry screamed at her.

Pansy just sighed and walked nearer to Harry, sitting down next to him. She brushed her hair out of the way and sighed once more. She didn't know what to say, as her and Harry never got on and had never said one word to each other in the four years they had known each other.

She didn't know why she had the urge to help Harry but knew she had to. Maybe it was because she wanted to correct all the horrible things she had said and done to him in the past. Maybe she wanted him to see she wasn't the person he thought she was. There were hundreds of ideas running around her head, none of them sticking and making sense. She really did want to help him and talk to him but what did she say to someone that was going through the horrible thing he was. Under all that tough shell, Pansy was not what everyone thought she was. She put her arm around Harry's shoulders and rested her head on his shoulder.

Harry wondered what the hell she was doing but in some way he didn't care as it felt good to have someone he thought hated him, comfort him in this way. He just couldn't get the memory of what he had done away from his head. All he wanted to do was forget it ever happened and most of all he wanted to forget the last three months. He called them the three months of hell on earth, as to him they were and nothing anyone said or did wouldn't change that. He was still in that hell and wanted badly to get out but didn't know how. He looked up at Pansy who was still learning on him and smiled weakly, wanting her to think he was alright. Suddenly out of nowhere, Pansy's face got closer to Harry's and before he knew it, she was kissing him. Harry pushed her back in shock and disguist. He stood up quickly and spat on the floor.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He spat, rage filling him

"I thought you wanted that, I thought it was the right thing to do" She replied, wanting Harry to feel the same as she did

"I'm gay you dumb idiot, do you understand what that means. I love boys not girls like you"

Pansy got up and just nodded not replying to him, for a few reasons one of them was so she didn't get into a fight with him.

Harry pointed to the portrait and huffed. Pansy just turned around and left the passageway, not saying one more word. Harry was disgusted with what just happened. Everyone at Hogwarts knew Harry was gay so why would Pansy try it on with him and particularly at this terrible moment in his life. He got himself together and left the passageway. As soon as he stepped out he heard rapid footsteps closing in on him, getting closer and closer. Harry knew who it was as soon as he heard them so he ran towards them, wanting to be with his friends after what just happened. After turning the corner he saw Ron and Hermione running towards him, Hermione with her arms extended and Ron with his hands in his pockets. When they reached Harry, Hermione hugged him and once again Ron just stood there. After Hermione had parted from the hug she hit Ron on the arm.

"What have I told you about running with your hands in your pockets?" She huffed

"Oh god you sound like mum, and now that is just creepy" He chuckled, rubbing his arm at the same time

Hermione frowned and then turned back to Harry. Harry rolled his eyes and then walked away, wanting both of them to follow him and they did just that. They were a few yards away from him, to give him his own space. They knew he was devastated as to what just happened in the great hall so they knew that was what he wanted to talk about. After walking through most of the castle, They reached the gate to the qudditch pitch. They walked through the stands, trying to find the gate onto the pitch, which was the only place they knew no one would come as it was far from the castle. Harry jumped over the stands and landed perfectly, like a feline. Ron tried it and fell on his face and Hermione did it perfectly just like she did everything. She helped Ron up and then burst out laughing before running to Harry, holding Ron's hand to make sure he didn't trip up on his own shoelaces. Harry kept walking until he was at the bottom of the goalposts. He slid down the pole and sat on the sand, feeling that it was sticking to his trousers. Hermione and Ron sat down either side and him and Hermione took his hand in her own.

"What's going to happen?" Harry asked, looking at the floor, not making eye contact with any of them

Ron shook his head and Hermione just stroked Harry's hand before replying

"Well Dumbledore knows what you are going through so I think he will let you off but not before giving you a stern talking to. I read somewhere that one student cursed Dippet about fifty years ago and no Harry before you ask it wasn't Riddle" She said, speaking very slowly so it sunk into both their heads.

"But what about the minister, I mean he would of head of this somehow and I will go to prison for sure" He replied to both of them, this time he made eye contact with both of them and then looked out to the field

"Well not always, I'm sure Dumbledore would want to keep this under wraps so i know he would do something to make sure it didn't reach the Minister, you just have to trust him" This time it was Ron who spoke

Harry sighed "I do trust him, of course I do, Am I just worrying over nothing?" Harry asked

"Yes Harry, look if you would feel better, why don't we go and talk to him.