Keeping Secrets- HP
What do you do when you find the very first boyfriend that you have ever had suddenly in a compromising position with another boy? I wondered how to handle the shock of seeing the two boys kissing each other amid the stacks of library books. I had always been fond of reading, and thought that I would pop on over to check out a few interesting looking novels on the supernatural. My mistake. Although, in retrospect, I should have suspected that something strange was going on. He had kissed me once, but the whole thing had seemed awkward at the time. Sure, I was very inexperienced, for all of my knowledge gained from books, but even so, it had felt as if he had done it just for the sake of claiming me. Once he had kissed me, it seemed as if the other girls had backed off, knowing that their idol had been taken. I should have known that there was something wrong. I had been foolishly oblivious of the attraction that he obviously felt for a member of an opposing team. The two boys were competing against each other, and to all appearances they were rivals. However, I was soon to realize that they were much more than enemies, and that my relationship with one would serve to cover the romance that had blossomed under my nose.
I thought that I was a fool. I mean, how could anyone want someone like me? I was plain, studious, and, well, a bit opinionated. I was not your typical swooning teenage girl, hell-bent on finding a boyfriend. In fact, had I not been dating a boy, most of the school would have taken me to be a lesbian. Do not laugh! My own mother was afraid of this possibility. I ask you, though; since when is it wrong to be involved with your studies, or to want to succeed? Being a feminist does not automatically make one a man-hater. I love men. I love the scent of them, the feel of them pressed against me… but I forget myself. The point that I wish to address is that I was quite naïve in the way of the world. The thought of same-sex attraction was an alien concept to me. Since then, I have done my fair share of experimentation, but at the time, I was both shocked and titillated to find my boyfriend in the arms of another boy, occupied with devouring his tongue.
So what does a prim, proper schoolgirl do when she finds her boyfriend in flagrante delicto with another boy? Sad to say, in my case, I ran.
I was in tears. My friends tried to comfort me but knew not how to console me. It did not help that I had not been entirely truthful. I have always had a much closer relationship to boys than to girls. Also, at the time I had a crush on one of my friends, but he had not been mature enough to handle the rush of hormones. It’s like when sex is involved, a boy’s brain shuts down. Honestly.
Once I had calmed down, I had to decide whether I could keep up the charade of being his girlfriend, or tell the world. In the end, the choice was taken out of my hands. He approached me and begged my forgiveness for keeping secrets from me, but he would not apologize for loving another boy. He planned to eventually come out to his friends and family, but not to the entire world. Sports heroes, after all, are under such scrutiny. It’s one thing to suffer through good-natured locker room banter and quite another to risk expulsion from the team and feel like you have let everyone else down. He was quite famous, you see, so I kept his secret. After the initial shock, I realized that he truly wished that he could be want I needed, and I assured him that he was. I was not ready for a physical relationship with a boy, and dating him was a gentle introduction to romance. He was romantic and dashing and very strong. It also helped that the other girls ceased taunting me about becoming an old spinster. He made me feel beautiful and respected, and for that I thank him. Of course I wanted the same for him, and if he could find home in his lover’s arms, who was I to deny him?
My best friend and I argued about my boyfriend constantly, for he believed that an older boy could only want one thing. How I wanted to tell him the truth, that I was as virgin as ever, aside from kissing. Still, his attitude was so horrid that I thought to deceive him. I allowed him to believe that a lot more was happening than I would admit to. It drove him insane. When my boyfriend left to pursue his dreams, I continued writing to him. We had broken up in private, but my friends did not know. I wanted my friend to admit that he was attracted to me. Our mutual friend tried to keep the peace between us, but he had major problems of his own. But, of course, you know his story already... I was getting frustrated with being mother to one and sister to the other. If I did not remind them to do their work, they would never have finished school. But, I digress…
Last night was amazing. I had been invited to the wedding of my friend’s brother. At the reception, who would come walking in but my first boyfriend! He swung me up into the air and told me how fetching I was, and asked after my friends. At that moment, the one that I loved in secret came forward, petrified that the flame would be rekindled between us. He summoned up his courage and asked me to dance, which I gladly accepted. For two years I had waited for him to ask. Had he asked me to our first formal dance, I would have turned down Viktor. I looked to him for reassurance, and he smiled. “Go, my Hermione. Be with the one you love.”
I asked tentatively if he would be alright, since his love had been killed shortly after I had discovered their secret. It was then that I noticed an old friend of ours approach and grab Viktor’s hand. Oliver replied, “I’m taking good care of him now.”
Viktor shrugged when he saw the reaction of my friends, explaining, “I haf been lucky to have two loves in my life. The first was Cedric and the second is Oliver.” He indicated the rings that they both wore and smiled.
Oliver said, “We flew to bloody America to do it, but it’s official. We are together.”
My love felt then that he needed to console me, and I allowed him to. Even if I had gotten over Viktor two years ago, it still felt good to be comforted. Ron needs to be the one doing the comforting, you see. He would not have been comfortable admitting that he loved me otherwise. The night turned out quite well for all involved, and I could swear that I saw Harry come back from his nighttime stroll with lip stick on his lips. Ron will be pleased to find that his sister Ginny is back together with Harry.
Oh. Ginny is not wearing pink lipstick… but Luna is. Oh, hell. Here we go again.
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I thought that I was a fool. I mean, how could anyone want someone like me? I was plain, studious, and, well, a bit opinionated. I was not your typical swooning teenage girl, hell-bent on finding a boyfriend. In fact, had I not been dating a boy, most of the school would have taken me to be a lesbian. Do not laugh! My own mother was afraid of this possibility. I ask you, though; since when is it wrong to be involved with your studies, or to want to succeed? Being a feminist does not automatically make one a man-hater. I love men. I love the scent of them, the feel of them pressed against me… but I forget myself. The point that I wish to address is that I was quite naïve in the way of the world. The thought of same-sex attraction was an alien concept to me. Since then, I have done my fair share of experimentation, but at the time, I was both shocked and titillated to find my boyfriend in the arms of another boy, occupied with devouring his tongue.
So what does a prim, proper schoolgirl do when she finds her boyfriend in flagrante delicto with another boy? Sad to say, in my case, I ran.
I was in tears. My friends tried to comfort me but knew not how to console me. It did not help that I had not been entirely truthful. I have always had a much closer relationship to boys than to girls. Also, at the time I had a crush on one of my friends, but he had not been mature enough to handle the rush of hormones. It’s like when sex is involved, a boy’s brain shuts down. Honestly.
Once I had calmed down, I had to decide whether I could keep up the charade of being his girlfriend, or tell the world. In the end, the choice was taken out of my hands. He approached me and begged my forgiveness for keeping secrets from me, but he would not apologize for loving another boy. He planned to eventually come out to his friends and family, but not to the entire world. Sports heroes, after all, are under such scrutiny. It’s one thing to suffer through good-natured locker room banter and quite another to risk expulsion from the team and feel like you have let everyone else down. He was quite famous, you see, so I kept his secret. After the initial shock, I realized that he truly wished that he could be want I needed, and I assured him that he was. I was not ready for a physical relationship with a boy, and dating him was a gentle introduction to romance. He was romantic and dashing and very strong. It also helped that the other girls ceased taunting me about becoming an old spinster. He made me feel beautiful and respected, and for that I thank him. Of course I wanted the same for him, and if he could find home in his lover’s arms, who was I to deny him?
My best friend and I argued about my boyfriend constantly, for he believed that an older boy could only want one thing. How I wanted to tell him the truth, that I was as virgin as ever, aside from kissing. Still, his attitude was so horrid that I thought to deceive him. I allowed him to believe that a lot more was happening than I would admit to. It drove him insane. When my boyfriend left to pursue his dreams, I continued writing to him. We had broken up in private, but my friends did not know. I wanted my friend to admit that he was attracted to me. Our mutual friend tried to keep the peace between us, but he had major problems of his own. But, of course, you know his story already... I was getting frustrated with being mother to one and sister to the other. If I did not remind them to do their work, they would never have finished school. But, I digress…
Last night was amazing. I had been invited to the wedding of my friend’s brother. At the reception, who would come walking in but my first boyfriend! He swung me up into the air and told me how fetching I was, and asked after my friends. At that moment, the one that I loved in secret came forward, petrified that the flame would be rekindled between us. He summoned up his courage and asked me to dance, which I gladly accepted. For two years I had waited for him to ask. Had he asked me to our first formal dance, I would have turned down Viktor. I looked to him for reassurance, and he smiled. “Go, my Hermione. Be with the one you love.”
I asked tentatively if he would be alright, since his love had been killed shortly after I had discovered their secret. It was then that I noticed an old friend of ours approach and grab Viktor’s hand. Oliver replied, “I’m taking good care of him now.”
Viktor shrugged when he saw the reaction of my friends, explaining, “I haf been lucky to have two loves in my life. The first was Cedric and the second is Oliver.” He indicated the rings that they both wore and smiled.
Oliver said, “We flew to bloody America to do it, but it’s official. We are together.”
My love felt then that he needed to console me, and I allowed him to. Even if I had gotten over Viktor two years ago, it still felt good to be comforted. Ron needs to be the one doing the comforting, you see. He would not have been comfortable admitting that he loved me otherwise. The night turned out quite well for all involved, and I could swear that I saw Harry come back from his nighttime stroll with lip stick on his lips. Ron will be pleased to find that his sister Ginny is back together with Harry.
Oh. Ginny is not wearing pink lipstick… but Luna is. Oh, hell. Here we go again.
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