It was September 1'th, and Harry was excited to get back to Hogwarts after a summer where he heard nothing from the wizarding world.

The Dursley's appeared to be extra cranky this year and wouldn't even allow Harry to send or receive owl post, which meant he couldn't read the daily prophet or communicate directly with Ron, though he did manage to call Hermione on the phone a few times. Harry really didn't know what to expect this year, his sixth year, and was anxious to see his friends again.

He passed through the brick wall which was the entrance to platform 9 and ¾.

"Harry!" he immediately heard the slightly shrieking voice of Hermione Granger, and turned to see her and Ron Weasley heading in his direction. He smiled.

"Hey Ron, Mione, how was your summer?" he asked them.

"It was… Interesting" Hermione muttered. Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Did something happen in the summer? Something with Voldemort?" he asked. Ron shuddered at the name and both Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"Oh, no, no… I forgot you didn't get the chance to read the daily prophet, you don't know a thing…" she muttered.

"Hermione, did something happen? Did Rita Skeeter say anything stupid about me again?" Harry growled.

"Actually, your secret was revealed" Hermione said. Harry furrowed his brows in confusion.

"My secret? What secret?" Harry asked impatiently.

"That you're gay" Hermione said, as if it was obvious.

Author's notes: This is a stupid little story in really small chapters. Their like drabbles, but their mostly continuous… It comes as a sorry gift for I am behind schedule on 'The Life Of A Veela' and I want to make it up to you guys…