Harry slowly awoke a few mornings after still feeling the immense anger at Ginny. Now that he had time to think over the confrontation with her the other day he felt the anger only get worse. Harry had tried, multiple times, over the summer to tell Ginny they weren't going to work without coming straight out and telling her he was gay. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it, defiantly not. Harry just wanted to tell the people most important to him before the entire world found out. For some reason, Harry just couldn't get it through Ginny's head. She was a stubborn mule when it came to him and unfortunately, he had never been just Harry with Ginny.

She had only ever seen him as 'Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived'. Harry had a feeling that she had always dreamed of being Mrs. Potter and nothing was going to stop her from reaching her dream. He realized he had to have his guard up around her as he wouldn't put it past her to use a love potion or spell. Merlin knew that when they were together, it felt like he was dating his sister. He sighed quietly and rolled over.

Harry cast a glance over to the bed where the blonde was still sleeping peacefully. Harry studied Draco unashamedly while he could and realised that as much as he wanted to deny it, Draco was one of the most attractive men he had seen. After spending time with him over the summer and the way Draco helped him yesterday after the argument, that he had in fact changed and it wasn't just his looks that attracted Harry anymore. Harry could defiantly see himself falling for the slytherin and while that thought scared him, he recognized that he wanted that. He wanted to fall in love with the blonde and he wanted Draco to fall in love with him as well.

As he lay in his warm bed, he quietly cast a tempus charm, as to not wake his roommate yet. 7:30, better get Draco up because Merlin knew it took him an hour to get ready for class and they still had to get to breakfast first.

"Wake up prat, if you want breakfast you have to get up now. If you're not ready in half an hour I'm going without you." Harry mentioned casually as he wandered into the bathroom.

"Half an hour?! How am I supposed to do my hair, and pick my clothes, and pack my bag and and and..." Draco jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. "And how and I'm supposed to do all that when your ugly mug has taken over the bathroom! You don't even do anything to your hair in the morning except run your hand through the mop on your head so that it resembles a birds nest even more so than when you wake up. GET OUT!" Draco yelled through the door as he thumped on it.

Harry smiled to his reflection in the mirror as he pulled himself up and got himself comfy on the counter. "Having a shower Malfoy so whatever you just said I didn't hear a word of it."

"Then why can't I hear the water running you prat? You have 5 minutes before I reducto the door, and I wont care if your naked or not." Harry thanked whoever was listening that there was a door between them as he turned a ferocious red. The thought of Draco walking in on him naked left little to the imagination and before he knew it he really did need a cold shower. His cock jumped to attention at the pictures running through Harry's head.

He hopped off the counter and turned the cold water on. He stepped into the water stream and he closed the curtain so that if Draco followed through on his threat he wouldn't see much. Knowing he didn't have long he closed his eyes and his hands wandered down his body. One hand tweaked a nipple as the other closed around his hard cock. The water from the shower providing lube and making it easy for his hand to slide up and down his prick. He bit his lip as he bit back a moan as he imagined it being Draco's hand touching him this way. He slid it up and down trying to reach the end goal.

In his mind he saw Draco on his knees and imagined him trailing kisses up his thighs towards his cock and that was what undone him. He shot his come all over the wall and nearly collapsed with the strength that his orgasm took out of him. He quickly washed himself down and wrapped himself in a towel. As he exited the bathroom Draco shot him a menacing look as he ran into the bathroom wasting no time. Harry chuckled as continued getting ready for whatever today may hurl at him. If yesterday was any indication, he was going to need all the strength he had.

Draco walked out of the bathroom and spotted Harry sitting on his bed waiting for him whilst reading his potions book and scribbling down the answers to his homework.

"Now I understand how Severus never passed any of your assessments for Potions. He couldn't read that scrawl that most people call chicken scratch, that you call writing."

Harry flipped Draco two fingers and grunted. "Are you finally ready prat? My stomach has practically eaten itself."

"You're such a fucking drama queen, I should make you wait until there's only 5 minutes of breakfast left but yes I am ready."

Harry mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "finally" and gathered his bag and headed towards the great hall with Draco next to him. When he walked through the doors Hermione looked up from her Daily profit and as Harry sat next to her she paled.

"Morning Harry. How about we grab breakfast to go this morning?" she asked.

"Don't bother Granger. His stomach has apparently eaten itself because Mr. Drama queen here decided to hog the bathroom this morning so it took me longer to get ready." Draco didn't notice how everyone that heard him call Harry a queen snicker and continues to load food on his plate. If it was possible even more colour drained from Hermione's face.

"Shut up fucker. I'm hungry. You okay 'Mione? You look kind of pale." Only then did Draco notice the looks that they were attracting and couldn't work out why. This was until Blaise slide the newspaper over towards him. All he saw was the headline and he tried to hide it from Harry.

The boy-who-lived the-boy-whose-gay?

Intrigued he hid it under the table and tried to read the story.

In an anonymous tip off from a source close to the saviour of the wizarding world, it comes as a surprise that the boy-who-lived, and who defeated Voldemort in may this year, has since come out to his close friends as gay. He only came out after he slept with another male friend whose name isn't known at this point in time, but rest assured readers, this reporter won't stop until we can get a name. If you or anyone you know could get some more information, owl us.

Rita Skeeter.

Draco read absolutely no more. He was horrified for Harry's sake. Right at that moment harry grabbed Hermione's copy of it and unfortunately Hermione wasn't a match for Harry's seeker skill. He read the headline and paled. Draco watched as all the colour drain from his face.

Harry felt sick. He glanced around the hall and noticed everyone looking at him, pointing and whispering to those next to them. He knew that they were speaking about what the paper said. He was horrified and couldn't work out whom... Ron. Suddenly it all made sense.

Harry snuck a glance at Draco and Hermione, stood up abruptly and ran. He didn't even know where he ran and he realized what it looked like, but at the point in time, Harry didn't care. He just knew he had to run. Next thing Harry knew he was sitting in the shrieking shack. He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands which were resting on his knees.

He willed himself not to cry but it was a battle he was losing. This was not how Harry wanted to tell those around him. Harry wanted to break the news to those important to him, not some stupid fucking newspaper. He felt so incredibly betrayed by Ron. How did he even find out he slept with Charlie? The only person who knew to his knowledge was Hermione and he could guarantee that it wasn't her who told him. Harry trusted 'Mione with his life.

Unless Charlie told someone who then told Ron. At this point, he didn't know and it was the least of his worries. How were the rest of the Weasleys going to react to the news? It wasn't so much that Harry was gay, it was more that he hadn't told them himself. But granted everybody had enough on their plate, but unfortunately no one was going to see it that way. He groaned and rubbed his eyes hard enough to see stars. If only he could disappear for a while until all this settled down. Harry knew that it wasn't going to work like that though. He knew the longer he left it the worse it would be. So he decided he was just going to hide here for the rest of today.

A floorboard creaked and Harry looked up and noticed 'Mione standing there with her arms open for him. He walked over and the dam broke again. He couldn't believe that with everything he had been through, no one could respect him enough to just give him some privacy, if only a little. He saved everybody's lives for fucks sake; this is the thanks he gets?

Hermione held him close and rubbed his back. She let him cry. Hermione had to admit that she was glad that he wasn't holding it in. They all knew how detrimental that could be.

"'Mione, I'm not even sure what to do anymore. I'm not upset because it came out, god I'm not ashamed of being gay. I'm really not, imp more hurt that it wasn't me that told people! I mean you knew and you're the most important person to me, you know that don't you?" Hermione proceeded to nod. "But I know it was Ron that told them, because he's that much of a fucking wanker. Jealousy is a curse and I want to curse him into next week. He makes me so mad 'Mione."

"I know harry."

"And then I didn't even get to tell Draco myself and the rest of the Weasleys. How pissed off are they all going to be at me? It would have been better coming from me, I know that. That's going to be what hurts them the most. And Draco's only just started to trust me and I've fucked up already by hiding this from him. I wanted him to like me 'Mione. Hell, I wanted him to love me just as I wanted to love him."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "You wanted to love him?" she asked astounded. Harry just nodded. Hermione was surprised that he had worked out his feelings by himself. "I'm proud of you Harry." Harry smiled meekly.

"It's getting Harder 'Mione. Everywhere I go, he's there. I go to the hall, he's there, I go to class he sits next to me, I go to my room, and he's there. I'm not complaining, I'm really not. I love being with him and I love spending time with him. If all we can ever be is friends then that's fine but it's so hard. I don't think he'll ever look twice at me but I can't help it. I go to sleep and I dream of him, I wank and it's him I'm picturing. Fuck 'Mione, I just can't. And this stupid fucking article has probably sent us back 10 steps."

Hermione rubbed his back and held him close. "I'm the same with Blaise." She mentioned quietly.

"Pardon?"

"I'm the same way with Blaise. He's intelligent Harry and he's challenges me, he's attractive and he appreciated me for who I am, not who he wants me to be. While Draco and you go off, Blaise and I sit at talk." Truth be told Harry hadn't even noticed because he was too wrapped up in Draco.

"There can't be too much more that can go wrong, can there?" Hermione shook her head praying he was right.

Little did either of them know that Draco was just outside the door listening to everything that they two said about his best mate and himself. He had to talk to Blaise and he had to do it now.