Ron’s POV:
You’d think that mum and dad would have at least one normal son. You would, wouldn’t ya? But no I just have to take after the whole lot. Er, now you’re asking what I mean. Hmm, does a diary...never mind. I write like someone will someday read this. And who knows maybe someday, someone will.
So where was I? Oh yeah.
What do I mean, you ask?
What I meant was that I take after all of my brothers. Being that they are all gay, and seemingly so am I.
How do I know my brothers are that way? Well both Charlie and Bill came out long time ago. It broke mum and dad’s hearts. But they soon got over it, and learned to deal with their lifestyle and their boyfriends. (Whom, I might add are very attractive. See! Told you I was gay. I just had a gay thought.)
Now, Percy has never admitted to being gay, but I’m 100 percent sure he it. Why? Ask Oliver. Oliver Wood.
It was by accident that I walked in on those two. They were very close together and quickly jumped apart. I might add, that both of their robes looked quite rumpled. Of course they spewed out some lame excuse, saying Oliver’s contact fell on Percy’s robes. Hmm, since when does Oliver wear contacts. I arrest my case.
Now about Fred and George. It’s so obvious. Those two don’t know when to shut up, and they don’t seem to care when they’re going on about how cute or hot so and so is. Even if that so and so happens to be a guy. So yeah, they’re gay or at least bi.
So now me. How do I know I’m gay. Hmm, well you pretty much know you’re gay when you wake up panting, after having a very disturbing (yet hot) guy on guy dream. Well I, of course tried to push that dream, and other thoughts I was starting to have, away. I kept telling myself that it was really wrong, and I must be going through some teenage phase. I mean, don’t teenagers go through those? So It had to be one of them. I mean, I can’t be GAY.
Yeah, that was what I kept telling myself. But my brain (stupid brain) wouldn’t listen. People I thought I liked, (Hermione) I lost interest in. And people I never imagined I’d find myself attracted to, I was beginning was. Two people that I’m attracted to, really threw me for a loop.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
You can understand why it shocked me to know end. I mean, Harry is my best mate. My best friend. We’ve been through so much together, and I’m just now thinking of him in a different light.
And Draco. What is wrong with me? I hate that stupid git, and yet, I find myself looking at him. Watching him walk, talk to his goons. And I almost swoon when he smiles. I’m talking about those rare, real smiles of his. I’ve only seen it twice. And both times he was talking to Snape. I think Snape acts like sort of a father figure to Draco.
So there you have it. I’m gay. I am attracted to my best friend and his rival. Not to mention other guys, that I think are cute and what not. But it’s Harry and Draco that I really react to.
I wonder, what my friends would think of me, if I told them. Would they hate me? I wouldn’t be able to stand it if they did. I’m mainly worried about Harry’s reaction, seeing as I have a crush on him. I really don’t care about Draco’s. I mean I do have a crush (a mild one) on him, but I’d never pursue it. I mean come on, how could I? After all he has done to us. Called Hermione a mudblood, attacked Harry in the train, and all the stuff he’s said to us. Not to mention, he’s now a death eater. Or so I assume.
So would they hate me? I don’t really think Herm would. But Harry...maybe not...until I told him, I had a crush on him. What about the rest of Hogwarts. Yeah everyone would probably treat me different. Yup, they’d all hate me...but wait. That can’t be right. Muggle statistics say that every one in ten are gay. So if that’s true, then a quite a few people at Hogwarts must be like me. And even some of the teachers, as well.
Hmmm, I wonder who. I guess I can picture Snape being gay. He doesn’t seem like the type that would endure a women’s company. Ugh, now I have a ghastly image in my mind. I’ve got to go boil my head now. Image, get out of my head now!
This is sort of fun. Me trying to guess who in Hogwarts is gay. It sure keeps my mind off other things. Hmm, now the students. Maybe Dean and Seamus. They seem awfully close. But Dean did date my sister, Ginny...but he could of only been using her. That makes me mad, I hope he wasn’t doing that. But I really do think it’s possible for those two to be together.
Hmmm, could any of my close friends be like me? Hermione or Ginny? Nah. I think I would know if my sister and my best friend were gay. But they’re pretty close. But no, they can’t be.
How about, Neville? Or Luna? Hmmm, Neville’s shy, and Luna’s strange. But I somehow can’t see them being gay.
Harry? No way! He isn’t gay. That would be too good to be true. And even if he was, he’d never look at me twice. Oh great now I’m thinking about him. I’m going to start and drool on my poor diary.
Hey mind, go back to thinking about Snape with...um, Lupin. Or even better Snape with Lockhart. EWWW! Kissing.(Insert gaging here) Yeah think of that. Oh look what I’ve done. Now I have to go throw up.
Maybe I should think of someone less gross. Hmmm Sirius and Lupin. They’re both dashing. (Sigh) When they’re cleaned up. Okay that’s a somewhat better image. Actually it’s kinda hot. Okay you guessed it. I’m a gay, Yaoi fanboy. Shh, it’s a secret. Don’t tell anyone.
Yaoi. Now that’s a funny term. From what I’ve read it’s just a term muggle Japanese use for boy love in anime. (Anime is so cool!) Slash is the word people use for other fandoms of boy love. Like in movies, books and stuff.
At least that’s what I’ve read on the internet. Yes, I’ve become a internet junkie. My dad the big muggle lover actually bought me a special laptop computer. That works at Hogwarts. (Don’t ask me how, I always thought muggle technology didn’t work at Hogwarts. I think dad bewitched it, or something.) My favorite site to visit is The writers on that site are amazing. One of my favorite writers on that site is Riku’s-Kitsune-Mate. She, at least I think she’s a she, writes mostly Kingdom Hearts Yaoi. Silver Haired Savior and Flee From Our Troubles are my favorite stories from her. (1)
Yuri is the term for girl love in anime, or femslash for other fandoms.
Okay back to my earlier thoughts. Were was I? Oh yes. Sirius and Lupin. Making out. In the great hall. In front of everybody. Ohh, that would be brill! I can just see everyone’s eyes bugging out. (Whoops! That display would probably kill Harry. So I should stop thinking of it.)
Sirius, he was a great man. I really feel sorry for Harry. :( For Neville as well. I can’t believe what happened to his parents. It still blows my mind that Neville could of been the boy who lived. But the dark lord marked Harry instead of the full blooded boy.
Gee, I’m feeling right knackered. I think I’m going to head to bed now.
Sighing, I magically locked my diary so nobody but I could open it. Putting it away I crawled under my sheets, drifting off to sleep. I bet I’ll dream of him again.
Third POV:
"Yeaw," Harry groaned. His brute of a cousin just shoved him, so he could get to the table faster. Harry glared at his large back, picking himself up. He was just about ready to go to the table when their was a great big POOF. Then...
"Oww. That’s my foot dear."
"Oh sorry."
What in the world? Harry followed the voices, and blinked a few times in confusion. A big smile broke out across his face. "Mr. And Mrs. Weasley!"
Harry ran over to the fireplace and took off the wire mesh plate that was meant to keep the fire in. He reached in and helped the Weasleys out of the fireplace.
"WHAT’S ALL THE RUCKUS!" Mr. Dursley barked, running into the room. When he saw the Weasleys he paled. "What are they doing here, Harry?"
Shrugging, Harry looked at Molly. "Why are you here? Is Ron and Ginny okay?"
"Oh of course. Everyone is fine." Molly smiled.
"Sir," Arthur extended his hand for Vernon to shake. The large man looked at the hand and wrinkled his nose. Frowning, Arthur lowered his hand. "We’d like to take Harry back with us for the summer."
"If you don’t mind," Molly added.
Vernon looked at Harry, emotion running across his face. If he let Harry go, then the boy would be happy. And Vernon didn’t want that. But on the other hand, he’d have a Harry free summer. Sighing, Vernon nodded, "take him."
Harry beamed. Dursley free for the whole summer, then the school year. It was like a dream come true.
"I’m dying of boredom," he wailed to his empty room. He brushed his long fringe out of his eyes and gave a big sigh. "Someone save me," he cried.
Ron jumped when he heard laughter at his door. Sitting up he whirled around. His mouth dropped open in surprise. There stood, Hermione, Harry, Neville and Luna.
"Whaaa," Ron stammered, "how’d you guys get here?"
"You’re parents invited us over for the summer," Harry explained, "the muggles were more then happy to get rid of me." He brushed some soot off him, "I traveled by flew powder." The ministry had once again put the muggles fireplace on the flew network, as much as it had enraged Mr. Dursley. Harry smiled, making Ron’s heart flutter.
Hermione smiled, "my parents and your parents have really started to hit it off, so they were okay with me coming. I used a portkey." Hermione happened to have a neighbor who works for the ministry. He had set up the portkey for her.
Luna blinked her eyes, just seeming to realize people were talking around her. She remembered the question and smiled a light smile, "daddy’s busy with the Quibbler so he was happy to get me out of his hair. I flew here." This seemed to surprise everyone.
"Your dad let you fly all the way to my house?" Ron asked in awe. No way would his parents ever let him do that.
"Sure. My broom has a destination system so I didn’t have any trouble finding this place."
"Wow," Ron gushed. He looked at Neville, who was looking around at his Quidditch posters. "How about you Neville?"
Neville looked away from the Chudley Cannons poster, Ron’s favorite team, to Ron, "Gram was happy to get rid of me, I’m sure. I used flew powder get here."
"So Ron, as we were coming in you asked for someone to save you," Harry smiled, "what did you mean?"
Ron blushed, so they heard me. He grinned sheepishly, "I was bored. The twins and Ginny are playing Quidditch, and of course they didn’t ask me...a Gryffindor keeper if I wanted to play."
Ron rolled her eyes, "it’s because they think I suck."
Harry laughed, "nah, I don’t think that’s the case." he scrunched his nose up, thinking. "Their game can’t be going well, with only three players."
Luna smiled, "are you suggesting we play with them?"
Hermione paled. She had never been good at flying. Oh dear. I really don’t want to...but, Ron looks so bored...so maybe just this once.
Harry nodded, "sure, why not. I brought my Firebolt, you’ve got your broom." He looked at Neville.
"Gram made me bring mine, as well." Neville was green. Him and flying never mixed very well.
Hermione groaned, "I have one too."
Everyone was surprised. Since when did Hermione have a broom? "You do," Ron asked?
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, it’s with my stuff. Dad and mom got me one."
"How?" Hermione’s parents were muggles.
"Oh," Hermione smiled, "they asked your parents to pick up one for me. I was really surprised when they gave it to me."
Harry smiled, "then it’s settled. Let’s go."
Everyone went to collect their brooms, and went out to their back yard.
Ginny was yelling something at one of the twins, everyone could see. They were too high up so nobody could tell what the yelling was about. But knowing the twins, it could be about anything.
Hermione clutched her broom, "maybe we should wait for her to calm down."
Ron and Harry smirked, "nah, lets go, before she knocks one of them off their brooms." Harry jumped on his Firebolt and headed for the makeshift Quidditch pitch.
The others soon followed suit. Hermione and Neville’s flying was a bit awkward, but soon they got into the flow. Luna was a natural and that surprised everyone.
"YO," Harry yelled, when they were closer to the redheaded siblings. "Mind if we play?"
Ginny stopped mid yell, and turned to Harry’s voice. She blinked in surprise when she saw everyone. "Uh, sure," she looked at Harry, "when did you guys show up?"
"Just now," Neville replied, hanging onto his broom for dear life.
Fred and George grinned, "ahh some..." Fred started.
"...new victims," George ended.
Everyone gulped, and Hermione and Neville nearly fainted. Flying was definitely not their thing.
"Victims," Luna looked at the twins?
"What do you mean," Neville’s voice trembled?
Ginny groaned, "I told you guys nobody likes to play your version of Quidditch."
"Ahh, come..." Fred pouted.
"...on," George crossed his arms, carful not to loose his balance on his broom. "It’s fun."
"IT BLOODY WELL IS NOT FUN," Ginny shouted!
"What are you three going on about," Ron asked, flying lazily around?
"They want to play Quidditch slash soccer. When someone has the quaffle, the chasers from the other team tackles the person with the quaffle."
Hermione paled. Soccer was so violent. She never really liked that muggle sport. She much more preferred football. Kicking the ball in the goal, and no tackling involved, usually.
Harry grinned, so that’s why Ginny was yelling. Come to think of it. She has a bruise on her forehead. I bet Fred or George tried the soccer thing on her.
"Uh, no thank you, Feorge," Ron muttered, blending Fred and George’s names together. "We have some Quidditch newbies playing today. I don’t think they’ll appreciate falling off their brooms."
Fred pouted, "tell him, you don’t mind, Hermione."
"What," Hermione frowned, "but I agree with him. Falling of my broom is not at the top of my things to do list."
"Okay enough talking." Luna spoke, "who’s playing what?"
"Um, " Harry looked around at everyone. "Fred and George can be chasers on either team, we don’t have enough players to have beaters."
"I’ll be a keeper for one of the teams," Ron offered.
Hermione didn’t think she’s be good at any of the positions. "What should I do?"
Ginny grinned, "well I’ll be a chaser for one of the teams, you can be one as well."
"O...okay."
"I’ll be seeker," Harry said. "For one of the teams."
"Can I try seeking?" Everyone looked at Luna, who was blushing. "I’ve always wanted to try."
Harry smiled, "it’s fine by me. Everyone else okay with it?"
Everyone nodded.
"I guess that leaves me being the other keeper." Neville flew to one side of the pitch, floating in front of the goals.
Ron flew to the other goalpost.
"Okay, Luna, Ginny, Ron and I on one team," Fred said.
"Harry, Neville, Hermione and I on the other team," George said.
Fred took out his wand and summoned all the balls to him. "We need someone to bung the Quaffle in."
"I’ll do it," Luna said taking the Quaffle from Fred, "don’t let the snitch go until I bung the Quaffle in."
Fred nodded, holding the snitch tightly in his hands. He, George, Ginny and Hermione surrounded Luna and waited for her to bung the ball in the game.
"1...2...3," Luna yelled, bunging the ball high into the air at three. As soon as she did so, Fred let go of the snitch. Luna watched as the small ball zipped pass her head, and then out of sight. She flew up higher to keep a good lookout and could see Harry doing the same.
"And Ginny has the ball," someone committed from the ground. Everyone looked down to see Mr and Ms Weasley watching the game. Mr. Weasley had cast a spell on his throat so the players could hear him.
"Ouch," Arthur winced, "that has got to hurt." Ginny had been close to scoring when Hermione slammed into her, not used to stopping. "They seem to be alright. Ginny still has the ball."
Ginny smiled at Hermione, mouthing ‘I’m okay.’
Hermione nodded, looking like she wanted to die.
Ginny yelped when George came at her, trying to take the ball from her. "Oh, no you don’t," she yelled, diving out of his way.
"Ohh, good move by Ginny. George recovered quickly and is after the fast redhead."
George chased Ginny, grabbing the end of her broom... "that’s dirty," Ginny muttered, "catch," she yelled to Fred.
"Fred has the Quaffle. Good catch."
Fred looked for a opening and smiled, Hermione was coming at him. This would be a piece of cake. The girl was so awkward on her broom. Like a fish out of water. Fred swerved as Hermione got close to him, racing for the goalpost.
Neville paled, when he saw Fred came at him. The ball was in the air, and he dived trying to catch the ball. But ...
"Goal. Ten points scored by Fred." Fred’s team cheered. And Neville hung his head in shame.
"Hey, keep your pecker up, Neville," Ron yelled from the other goalpost. "You almost had that ball."(2)
Neville beamed. Had he? Had he really? He smiled, as he watched the game.
"Hermione has the ball."
Hermione was surprised, but she had caught it when it went through the goalpost. Now what, she wondered. Oh right, try and score.
"Hermione races to the other teams goalpost. Ginny and Fred in hot pursuit."
"Oh great," Hermione spoke out loud. "Please don’t knock me off my broom."
Fred smirked, "even if we did, mum and dad would stop your falling."
"Still, I wouldn’t want to..." Hermione didn’t get to finish what she was going to say, because suddenly she was at the goal. Ron smiled at her mouthing, ‘give it a try.’
Ginny held back, but Fred raced at Hermione as she barreled at the goal letting the Quaffle loose. The ball sailed. And it looked good.
Ron dived and almost had his hands on the ball, when something gold flew pass his face, distracting him. The ball went through the post.
"SCORE!"
Hermione gasped. "I scored," she yelled. "I can’t believe it."
"Ten points awarded to Hermione’s team."
Harry hadn’t seen the snitch, but Luna had. She watched as the snitch flew around Ron’s goalpost and wondered if she should chance it. If I take off, Harry will give chase. His broom’s faster, so he’ll get the snitch before me. So, I must not race to the goalpost.
Looking like she wasn’t really paying attention to the game, Luna lazily flew lower, getting closer to Ron’s goalpost.
Harry saw her do this, but didn’t think anything of it. Her expression was dazed. Like she was in a daydream.
Of course that was Luna’s strategy. She was now right by Ron. She lazily smiled. The snitch was still floating around Ron’s head. It was lucky Ron was on her team, or as soon as he had seen the snitch he would of yelled to Harry.
Ron saw Luna and knew what she was up to. He smiled and tried to keep his eyes off the snitch, that was now in front of his nose.
Luna almost laughed out loud. It was so easy. She was now close enough, so she could race to the snitch with out Harry getting there first.
She did just that, catching the snitch. Only Ron witnessed this. Luna’s eyes went wider then normal. She just caught the snitch. She just won the game for her team.
Ron was in a fit of silent laughter. The rest of the players were still racing around, trying to score.
"Ginny’s got the Quaffle."
Luna looked down. Mr Weasley was still committing. He didn’t know that Luna had caught the snitch. She found that amusing and joined Ron in his silent laughter.
"Um," Luna yelled, "time out!"
Everyone stopped moving and looked at the blond.
"What’s wrong," Fred asked, sounding breathless?
Ron and Luna started to laugh out loud.
"Huh," Ginny looked at her brother, then to her friend, "what’s with you guys?"
Luna held out her hand, "the game’s kinda over." Everyone gasped.
"You caught it?" Harry was amazed.
"Sure," Luna nodded. "It was floating right in front of Ronald’s face."
"Wow," Ginny smiled.
"One hundred and fifty point to Luna’s team. Congratulations Luna on catching the snitch. Winners have one hundred and sixty points the losers have ten points."
"Ten points thanks to that dratted snitch," Ron muttered. "I was about to catch the Quaffle, when the snitch decided it liked my nose. It distracted me."
"And I saw this," Luna said, a hint of proudness in her tone. "I didn’t race for the snitch, cause I knew Harry’s broom was faster. So I just acted like I was lazily flying about."
Harry grinned, "and it worked."
"Hey, you guys, why don’t you come down and get something to eat." Mr Weasley yelled his voice sounding horse.
"Great idea," Fred yelled. Everyone agreed, flying to the doors of the burrow.
A/N How is it so far? Please review!
(1) She’s a real writer on FF . Net. One of my favorites. I used to have my pen-name up there, but it felt weird, so I changed it to Riku’s-Kitsune-Mate.
(2) I read that Keep your pecker up-means keep your chin up in British slang.
As some of you may be able to tell, I’ve had this up before, but it was centered around Ginny and her crush on Hermione. And seeing as I’ve sorta lost interest in femslash (I still read it and write it for some of my fics) and I like slash, I decided to rewrite it as a slash.
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