He couldn't take much more. Every potions class is pure agony. Was it wrong to like someone you've hated for years? "I don't even think "like" is enough." Harry thought.

Every class he messes up his potion and Professor Snape stalks over with billowing robes and scorns him. This class, Harry was too busy paying attention to Snape's hand while he wrote in a such beautiful way. He accidentally put the wrong ingedient in and now his potion was spluttering all over his desk.

"Potter! If there were a geade below Troll, that's what you'd get. Now clean up this mess!" he growled.

"Yes, sir." Harry replied, slightly blushing.

Harry began to clean up his mess and Professor Snape returned to his desk. "Did Potter...blush?" Snape thought, "No...can't have."

Harry thought about the way Snape had yelled at him, how his robes really do flatter his physique. Harry was just about finished when Professor Snape addressed the class.

"Bring your samples up here for grading. And for {otter's mishap you all will write a two foot essay on this potion, how it's made, and what it's used for." he said. The class groaned, and glared at Harry as they walked by. He hoped his friends weren't too mad at him.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" exclaimed Ron as they left the classroom.

"Ron calm down! It's nothing new, Harry is just really bad at potions." Hermione said.

"Yeah..."mumbled Harry.

Hermione caught Harry's mood and wasn't about to ignore it. "Harry, are you ok? You seem out of it, all week. In fact, I think that's why you're failing potions. What's wrong?" she asked.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing Hermione. Nothing is...wrong, exactly." Harry replied, trying to ger her to leave him alone.

"Hermione, lay off him. It's probably guy stuff, you know, like Quidditch and girls." Ron said.

Harry snorted.

"What?" asked Ron. Harry sighed as they climbed throught the potrait hole. It's best to tell them now.

"Sit." Harry said. "Can neither of you guess?"

Ron and Hermione sat in front of the fire, confuzed. Harry closed his eyes.

"I've never dated a girl and I snorted at Ron's mention of them. I'm clumsy and foolish in potions and my head is in space afterwards." Harry said in a rush.

A pause.

"I'm gay." Harry said, with much more confidence then he expected.

"What?" Ron jumped up and stared at Harry.

"I'm gay." Harry repeated. Ron seemed at a loss for words. He walked to the steps to the dorm and told them he was going to bed.

"Don't worry Harry, he'll get over it." Hermione said, trying to comfort him.

"Yeah, I'm sure he will. I'm going to stay here for a while, you go on up to bed." he told her.

"Alright." She hugged him and walked towards the dorms. "Goodnight Harry"

Harry sat in front of the fire with his head in his hands. "I don't know what to do..." he groaned. Tomorrow he'd try to figure this out and get things straightened.