Harry Potter and the Weapon of Mass Destruction

'So, how did Ron and Hermione finally realise they're in love?' asks Ginny.

Harry and Ginny are walking through the grassy surroundings of the Burrow in the early hours of the morning. They both can't sleep, so they

'It was me. I made them realise,' he says boastfully. 'And I still didn't get a birthday present,' he adds in an undertone.

'What?'

'Oh, nothing. I suppose I shouldn't expect anything from you either?'

'What are you talking about?'

'What day was it yesterday? Hmm?'

'Last day of July...'

'AND?'

'Your birthday, Harry. Don't think I forgot. I have the perfect present for you,' she grins.

Harry's all ears now. He remembers why he loved Ginny so, last year. 'Really? What is it?'

'I was going to wait until later on today, but as the air is good enough now...' She leans over, closes her eyes and Harry knows what's coming.

'That's IT? A measly kiss? That is my birthday present from you?' he says loudly, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 'Oh, forget it!'

Ginny opens her eyes. For a second, he notices that she looks hurt and confused, but before he knows it, her cheeks are bright red and her eyes are extremely fierce. He doesn't see the slap coming either.

'That hurt,' he says after a while.

'There's your birthday present.'

As she's storming off, Harry shouts, 'Hey, I don't mind getting a kiss now!'

Needless to say, she doesn't stop and turn with tears in her eyes, before running back to him in slow motion. She just carries on walking angrily and he's left to watch the sunrise alone.

A couple of hours later, he's sat in the kitchen with Ron and Hermione beside him. Mrs. Weasley is rushing around and fixing Ginny up, whilst Mr. Weasley is out with Bill. Fred and George aren't there yet, nor are Percy and Charlie. Percy has received an invite thanks to Mrs. Weasley, but the chances that he'll arrive are slim.

'Come on, you three! Get ready!' says Mrs. Weasley as she quickly walks by to fetch something.

'Yeah, mum, wait. There's still some time,' moans Ron.

'More time? More time? Where is this time, please, Ron? I'd like to have it!' she shouts, gesturing wildly. 'More time, he says!'

Before Ron can reply, Hermione quickly cuts in with, 'You're right, Mrs. Weasley. We'll go get ready right now.' She stands up, as does Harry, expecting Ron to do the same thing. When he doesn't, she grabs his arm and pulls him up. 'Come on,' she mutters irritated.

'Oh, thank you

'Mum!'

'Oh, be quiet, Ronald. Now where did I put them?' She hurries off to find whatever she's looking for.

Harry is in his formal robe in less than five minutes. He lifts the Invisibility Cloak from the box, puts it on Fred and George's bed and opens it up, taking out the shining black gun. He fingers it excitedly and attaches it to his trousers before posing in front of the mirror.

'Put that away, you stupid boy!' says a shrill voice. 'You shouldn't be playing with a man's toys.'

'I'm a man! You're nothing but a silly mirror.'

'Oh, I see everything, young boy.'

He angrily stuffs the gun back into the box, puts the lid on and wraps it up into the Cloak, before lightly throwing it back under the bed. Walking over to the mirror, he does a quick charm on his hair to try and neaten it up a little.

'There's no hope,' sighs the mirror. 'No hope at all.'

'Yeah, okay, shut up. I quite like my hair untidy like this, so ner.' He sticks his tongue out to the mirror and is quite startled to see that he's sticking his tongue out at himself. Feeling stupid, he adds, 'You did that on purpose!'

The mirror gives no answer, so Harry just grimaces at it, huffs like the biggest diva and cat-walks out. As he's passing Ron's bedroom, he can hear Ron and Hermione panting and shouting.

'I can't get it in!' says a frustrated voice

'I'm trying, but this is just too small. Ron, why does yours have to be so big?'

'It's not my fault

'I have a plan. We better be quick before you mother comes in and has a heart attack, though.'

'Will it hurt?'

'Quite the opposite, I think,' says Hermione.

Harry isn't sure he wants to stay behind and hear this... What on earth are they playing at? It's the morning of Bill and Fleur's wedding, and they're messing around! He considers for a moment on whether he should knock on the door to distract them before-

'Argh! That hurt!'

'That looks funny,' says Hermione in what sounds like a grin.

'Yeah, all funny for you because you're not the one suffering!' cries Ron.

'Oh, stop exaggerating. You're not the only boy who has these problems, I imagine. I've seen loads around with bigger than that even. Imagine how hard it must be for them to try and get in.'

'Where have you seen others like this?' he quickly replies.

'Oh, well, you know, they're not that hard to spot, really. Are they?'

'You're talking about Viktor, aren't you? Are you comparing me to Viktor?'

'No! Though his pair is big...'

'I'm bigger than Harry!'

'So?'

Harry bangs on the door at hearing this and storms in. 'Hey! How do you know you're bigger? We've never compared ours!' he shouts, staring at Ron.

'It's a bit obvious, though, isn't it?' replies Ron, shrugging. 'I mean, I'm taller. And taller guys usually have bigger-'

'No they don't! I can't believe this. Fine, let's compare now. Let's do it now.' Harry can hardly believe he's doing this. What if Ron is bigger? Much bigger? What if Harry isn't even big? 'Hermione, I'd rather you weren't here.'

Hermione just looks at him surprised and says, 'Why can't I see it? I'm the fair headed one here, I can give an honest answer.'

'Ron, don't you mind?'

Ron shrugs. 'Why should I mind?'

Harry is shocked. He never thought they were this liberal. 'Fine,' he says as he takes of his trousers. Just as he's about to take of his underwear, he notices that Ron is just standing there, his feet sockless, giving him the wildest look he's probably ever given anybody. Hermione has covered her eyes with her hands and seems temporarily frozen.

'What on earth are you doing?'

'What are we comparing again?' asks Harry, fearing the answer.

'The size of our feet?' comes the answer.

'Is it okay to look now?' says a muffled voice.

'Yeah, he hasn't whipped anything out,' answers a sniggering Ron.

Hermione slowly removes her hand and opens her eyes, before sighing in relief that Harry has put his trousers back on.

'You two are... outrageous. You did this on purpose. I know it. You're all out to get me. All of you!' he shouts, storming out of the room and slamming the door shut. Once he's out, he hears Ron and Hermione bursting out with laughter. This is probably the most embarrassed he's ever felt in his life. 'I bet mine's bigger anyway,' he mumbles, racing down the stairs.

He goes into the living room and is loudly greeted by Fred and George, who are dressed in vivacious pink robes.

'Dragon-skin,' Fred says at seeing Harry's face. 'Very expensive, actually. This wedding better be worth it.'

'Where are they getting married, anyway?' George wonders loudly.

'Here,' comes a voice belonging to Ginny.

'Oh, Ginny. Hi,' says Harry awkwardly.

'Aw, George, look. Our widdle couple. Could be the next Bill and Fleur, wouldn't you say?'

'I would say, indeed. Made any plans? We could fix you up with an excellent robe, Harry,' says George with a wink. 'And you, Ginny, we have the-'

'Shut up, you two,' she snaps. 'We're not a couple. How many times do I have to tell you?'

'Humph!' they both reply.

'This is what we get for trying to be the best brothers and give you the best wedding?'

'Too right, George. If I didn't know any better though, I'd say our widdle couple here is in a rut. Help them out, we should?'

Harry gives a nervous laugh to ease the tension and says, 'Guys, come off it. We're not a, er, couple. Ginny's told you. I need to speak to you though, Ginny, so, er, can you come outside?' he asks, facing her. 'Away from these two?' he adds, glancing at their cheery faces.

She just walks past him and goes outside. Her way of saying "yes", he supposes.

'That's her way of saying "yes" when she's angry, you know.'

'Yeah, Fred, thanks. I gathered that much.'

'Just don't forget us when you're planning that wedding!' shouts George as Harry walks away.

Suddenly, he stops and turns. 'What would you say if me and, say, for example, Draco were getting married? Would you still provide me with that service?'

'Certainly-'

'Not,' finishes Fred.

'Thought so.'

'Why?' they ask suspiciously.

'Er, no reason. Just wondering.' He coughs and runs after Ginny.

'Poor gay dog,' says George.

'Yes,' agrees Fred.

Harry steps out into the fresh breeze, which blows into his face and clothes, making his tie dance softly. He thinks of standing at the doorstep and striking a pose to look like the typical sexy-man-in-the-suit-with-the-wind-blowing-his-clothes, but thinks better of it and continues going after Ginny.

Another thought strikes his currently thoughtful mind; should he perhaps get down on all fours, stick his tongue out and pant, just like a dog? He certainly feels like one. Like a dog fetching a twig. Except the twig isn't a twig, it's Ginny.

Finally, she stops her speedy-Gonzalez walk and allows Harry to catch up with her.

'What are you doing?' she asks.

He just pants in reply.

'Please, stop. This is... worrying.'

'So is you running off and making me chase you!' he replies. She looks as though she's about to slap him again so he adds in a pant, for comedy reasons.

'That's not funny,' she says, laughing.

'So why are you laughing?'

'At you, chasing me like a dog. That's funny. Every girl's dream, I imagine.'

'How nice.'

'Well, what did you want to tell me?' She suddenly looks hopeful. Harry can see she is trying to hide it, but he can see the desperate sparkle in her eyes.

'That I'm sorry about earlier on. I didn't mean to rabbit on about my birthday. A kiss would've been nice, too,' he lies, 'but, you know, we can't. I've told you that we can't do things like that.'

'Yeah, yeah. I forgive you.' She rolls her eyes. 'Look, we better get back inside. My mum'll be screaming her head off if she doesn't see that we're all ready.'

Harry suddenly notices that Ginny is dressed up; she has a beautiful white dress on, which flatters her in all the right places, and her hair glows, even in the breeze. 'You, er, look nice.'

'Nice. Thanks. I've always wanted to look "nice".'

'No, I mean, you look... foxy,' he corrects himself.

At this, she laughs again. 'Foxy? Since when does Harry Potter use words like that?'

'Since just now, at seeing you,' he replies. 'Wow, that was awfully cheesy. Let's hold each other and smile, like they do in those posey wedding pictures.'

Ginny just shoots him a strange look and continues on making her way back inside. Shrugging, Harry follows. Like a dog. Again.

To make himself feel less of a dog, he sticks his arms out and waves them up and down to feel more like a bird. It helps.

***

Hours have passed and almost all the guests have arrived, including an expressionless Remus (who arrived holding hands with a happy Tonks).

The view is beautiful, they all agree. Outside, on the biggest patch of grass the Burrow owns (which is, admittedly, very big), there are many white chairs which look as though they're covered in lovely white, silky material. There is a peaceful, white arch, wrapped with sparkling green leaves, which, Harry supposes, is the altar. A few yards off, there are rows and rows of tables, all covered with plates of dribble-worthy food, cooked by Mrs. Weasley herself.

'When can we eat?' says Ron, eyeing the food.

'Ron, don't you dare touch the food!' growls his mother.

'Yeah, Dudley, no food for you,' adds Fred.

'Bugger off, arse.'

'Arse? Ahah, I believe that's the strangest retort I've ever heard! Arse!' shouts Fred, howling with laughter.

'It's rather empty, isn't it? It's like something's been chopped off it. Arsehole? Arsewipe? Arseface? Fine. But arse?'

'Shh! Stop shouting,' interrupts Hermione. 'The guests are looking. It's no big deal, it doesn't sound empty to me.'

'Well, you would stick up for him, wouldn't you? Your boyfwiend,' snaps Ginny.

'You're just jealous,' Harry says to Ginny.

A large gasp from people all around later, Harry realises he said that aloud.

'You didn't let me finish that sentence,' he says, quickly trying to think of something to say. 'Jealous that arse is such a good comeback. Yeah.'

'Ohhh, okay. For a second there, Harry, I thought you meant something else,' she says relieved.. 'I suppose you're right, I am jealous. Better than I could ever do,' she continues, adding in a frown before walking off.

'Lucky escape.'

'You think she really fell for that?' asks Harry incredulously.

'Oh, definitely. Always been her weakest point. Falling for shit excuses.'

'Poor Ginny,' sighs George, shaking his head.

'Indeed,' agrees Fred.

Leaving the twins to shake their heads and sigh after Ginny, and Ron and Hermione to do whatever they were doing, Harry spots Remus alone (finally), and decides to make his way over.

'Hey, Remus,' he says.

He looks at him, a vague look of amazement (the first expression he's worn that day, too), and says, 'Harry, hello. You've finally decided to call me Remus then.'

'I have?' Thinking back, Harry realises he did. 'Oh, sorry, Professor.'

The tired man just laughs. 'Sorry for what? I've wanted you to call me Remus ever since I left teaching at Hogwarts.'

'Oh, right. How's "Uncle Remus"?'

'Hmm, not sure-'

'Sorry, I suppose I grew to love calling my Aunt's husband "Uncle".'

'I quite like it... I can be like your favourite gay Uncle on smack,' he replies, contemplating the idea.

'Er, okay. Do you know you just said that aloud?'

'Yes. So?'

'No, nothing. It's not like you to say things like that. And by "gay", you meant "happy", right?'

'Oh, why, yes, of course. What else would I mean? I am dating Tonks, aren't I? What other proof do you want that I'm not gay? Well?'

'I never suggested you were gay, at all!'

'Oh, really? And why wouldn't I be gay? Do I LOOK like I enjoy dating Tonks? Did I look, to you, in the hospital wing a few months ago, like I wanted to date her? Why did you push her onto me? Why? Why?'

'Woah, er, I didn't. That was Mrs. Weasley, remember? And Mr. Weasley, too, he did a bit. Not to mention McGonagall had to have her say in.'

'Ah, yes, Molly. Doing her bit all year round, she was. Do you want to know a secret, Harry?' he says, whispering. 'I don't even like Tonks in that way. Actually, after the past year or so, I'm not sure I even like her in general.'

'Wow... That's a, er, big and dark secret, that,' he replies, unsure of what else to say.

'And what do you mean by that? Do you mean that I have any other dark secret hidden away? Well, you won't get it out of me.'

'So you do have one?'

'Who said I do?'

'Well, when you said I won't get it out of you, you sort of gave it away...'

'Damn, you stupid idiot, Remus! I'm always telling you it's best that you keep your thoughts locked away, just in-case. But, no. Not today, you can't! Oh, be quiet. Stop talking to yourself. Me talking to myself? Ha! I think you'll find that you, my friend, are talking to yourself.' A pause. 'Wait, I'm talking to myself,' he finishes with a frown.

'Sir,' says Harry, a thought hitting his mind for the millionth time that day

'You called me "Sir",' says Remus, following Harry inside.

'Remus? Where are you going?' says Tonks, catching up.

'Oh, I was just-'

'For God's sake, woman, leave the guy alone for a bit, won't you?' snaps Harry.

Tonks stops walking and frowns, before turning away. Remus, Harry notices, sticks his tongue out at her and places his hands on his ears to wiggle his fingers towards her direction.

'Sir, er, Remus,' starts Harry, 'I just wanted to know if there's anything you want to tell me. About Sirius.'

Remus jerks his head and stares at Harry. 'What do you mean? There's nothing, no. Why? Do you want to tell me something?'

Harry is losing his patience, so he says more sternly, 'Come on, there must be something inside of you that's still grieving for him! Last year, I didn't want to talk about him. It still hurt. A lot. I know that he'd want me to get on with life and finish what I was born to do. But now... Now I just want to talk about him. You're the only one left who knew him better than any others here. Tell me something, anything!'

'Only one left? Is that how you see me? The only one left?'

'Did you listen to what I just said at all?'

'Yes, I did. Sorry. Okay, I'll tell you something-'

'Some things,' says Harry.

'Okay, things. Dumbledore was... A great man-'

'Sirius, Remus, SIRIUS.'

'Oh! Sorry. I'll start again,' he says, scratching his forehead. 'Sirius was... A great man. Rash, very rash, but wonderful. One of the best people I've ever, and will ever, meet. He, along with your father and Peter,' he says the last word with a grimace, 'took me in as a friend, when nobody else would have, if they knew what I was.' He stops for a few seconds.

'Carry on,' says Harry gently. 'Even though you've told me all this shit before,' he adds quietly.

'I was grateful for that, more grateful than anybody will ever know. I wanted to be liked by them, so I made sure I was. They didn't care, though. They didn't care about the fact that I am what I am, they still... Still loved me. Sirius would always joke around. He and James, they'd always fool around, issue pranks. I'd join in, a lot of the time. At first, I'd only join in because I didn't want them to hate me and dump me. But then, when I realised they wouldn't do that, I found, I daresay, that I liked pranking with them. It was... fun.'

Before Remus can go on, Ron appears, short in breath, and says, 'Come on, the wedding's about to start!' before running off again.

'We should go-' starts Remus, standing up.

'No!' Harry is angry at Ron's interruption, even though he knows he didn't mean to do it. 'Carry on, please. We both need to get this out of our systems.'

'Tonks will come looking-'

'Pff! Never mind her, she won't find us,' he says, hoping this true.

'Okay,' he replies, looking a little worried but determined and excited all the same. 'Well, you knew Sirius. You knew what he was like, didn't you?'

'Yeah, but I want to know what you have to say, what you're thinking.'

'Ah, I see. I miss him, it's as simple as that.' Harry notices Remus' mouth quiver slightly at the last words.

'I believe you. I wondered about that, last Christmas. You mentioned his name with such a stiff lip, that I shortly wondered whether you missed him at all, or whether it was really you.'

'Of course I do! I just have to make the most of it. I can't think about myself and about what I've lost, or what you've lost, because it doesn't do anybody any good. Life goes on, and that's how it's supposed to be. Hence this conversation is rather fruitless.'

'No, Remus. That's what I used to think. It's not true. It helps to talk about these things, I know it does,' he says, blushing slightly. 'I want you to talk about Sirius, what you miss about him, anything and everything and

Startled, Remus whispers, 'I won't cry. I don't cry.'

'Of course you don't. Sirius is dead.'

Remus sniffs and a tear protrudes from his right eye.

'Aha! Made you cry!'

'Bastard!'

'Sorry, that was childish of me. Please

'Good trick, though. Where'd you learn it?'

'Sirius.'

Another tear.

'Ahaha, did it again,' says Harry, grinning.

'Fine,' replies Remus, looking away from Harry, forehead stretched and lips pursed as he wipes his tear dramatically.

'No, sorry. I won't do it again.'

Just as Remus opens his mouth to say something, Hermione runs in and screams, 'Come on! They're all-'

'I'm a bear, hear me growl!' Silence, then- 'RAR! Leave us alone, for God's sake, just LEAVE US. Go!' Hermione scowls and leaves the room. 'That should do it,' says Harry, rubbing his hands together and tapping his fingers. Seeing Remus' look, he says, 'Mr. Burns style, oh

'I miss Sirius. Very much. More than I'll ever miss anybody else, I imagine. Along with your father. I thought I lost him once, and that was awful. I thought him a traitor,' he winces, 'and then we were re-united... I think that was the happiest I'd felt since my Marauder days. Even though his name wasn't cleared, at least I could still see him and be with him, at Grimmauld Place. The house he hated that much when he was younger. I was happy to accompany him and make his days there more enjoyable. And I took pleasure in knowing that it was I who made his days there happy. Nobody else, just me.'

'Yeah, don't rub it in.'

'Sorry,' offers Remus with a gentle simper. 'Then, he fell through that veil. I can't tell you how much that scene runs through my mind, over and over, every day and every night. It wouldn't be too ludicrous to say that it's always there. Whether in the back of mind, or the centre, it's always there. It'll haunt me forever. And telling you that he was gone, that he was dead... Harry, that was one of the hardest things I've ever had to endure, ever. I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sorry for mine. I'm sorry for Sirius' loss... His loss of life.' By now, tears were quickly streaming down his face.

Harry didn't know what to do at first. Hug him? Pretend he wasn't crying? But then he realised he was crying too. Tears were bulging out of his own eyes and destroying his vision as they "plopped" onto the floor, his hands, his trousers, and wherever else they wanted to "plop".

'I loved Sirius, Harry. I still do. I always will. And nobody will ever, ever, replace his place in my soul. Ever.' He pauses and seems to consider something before he says, 'Harry, have you heard that Myth? That, er, Myth which I don't know the name of?'

'That's not really helping. The answer's probably no. I don't read myths and all that jazz. Why?' He sniffs and wipes his tears casually, trying to make it look like an everyday thing.

'There's a Myth that, to put it basically, tells the story of how people used to live as a pair, as one soul, until an evil God broke everybody apart, so that they became alone and had to find their "other half". Some people found their "other half", whereas others didn't. The others just lived in misery for the rest of their lives, alone, or with the wrong person who wasn't quite "the one"-'

'I see where this is leading,' interrupts Harry.

'You do?'

'Yes. And quite frankly, that's horrible of you. How could you do that when we're talking about Sirius? You had me crying and everything, and then you switch and try to tell me about how Tonks makes you feel whole?'

'What-? No! No, no, no. Quite the opposite, in fact. I'm trying to tell you that... That Sirius did that to me. Sirius made me feel whole, and I him.'

'Er, what?' says Harry, not sure if he's heard right. 'I think you just said that Sirius made you feel whole. On a platonic level, of course.'

'Yes and no. The best relationships are formed from a strong friendship. Do you know that? So, yes, on a platonic level. But not just that.' He looks positively apprehensive now. He looks slightly embarrassed as well, and is obviously wondering what Harry will say next.

'Right. I sort of did wonder about Sirius never paying attention to those girls in that Pensieve scene I saw. And that joint Christmas present! Wow. This is-'

'Weird? Disgusting? Should I not have told you?'

'No! I'm sort of glad you told me... It's just strange. My dad's best friends were getting it on.'

'Er, good choice of words.'

'When did you start, you know, dating?'

Remus chuckles. '"Dating"? Be happy Sirius is not here to hear that choice of word. He always said we were always, and to take a cheesy turn, meant to be together. So there was no "dating".'

'Okay, well, I mean, when did you get together?'

'End of sixth year, beginning of seventh.'

'Wow. And, er, you kept this a secret? All this time?'

'Well, James, being the clever person he always was, had already figured it out. We didn't go out of way to keep it a secret, we just never shouted about it. We did, er, get back "together", as you put it, about two years before he died. I think most of the others had a clue. The adults, I mean. You lot were all clueless. Even Fred and George, despite those Extendable Ears they had.'

'I can't believe I never knew! And you two didn't tell me! Why? All those chances you had to tell me.'

'Yes, I think Sirius was waiting for the right moment. He wanted to get his name cleared, he always had high hopes for that, and get our own place, first. We felt you had too much on your mind already to find out that two of your father's best friends, one being your godfather, were gay. And gay together.'

'Does Molly know?' asks Harry, something snapping in his mind suddenly. 'Or Tonks?'

'Ah. Well, yes, Molly does know. She has a fair idea, anyway. She, er, seems to think it's a "condition", being gay. And she's always been rather fond of me, bless her, so that's why she's been rather keen to set myself and Tonks up.'

'Oh. And Tonks?'

'Hm. No.'

'Oh. That's got to be... weird.'

'It is. I'm gay and dating a woman who doesn't know I'm gay. Even worse, I was gay with her cousin and she doesn't know it. It is rather... Hard, to put it one way.'

'You're what? Gay?' comes a new voice.

'Oh, bollocks,' whispers Remus.

'Remus, what's going on? What were you talking about just then? Harry?'

'Tonks... Is the wedding over?'

'Yeah, you missed all of it. I was just coming to see what you were doing when-'

'Okay, we'd better go. I need to talk to you. It's very important.' Tonks just nods her head as she seems to have lost the ability to talk. Remus turns to face Harry and says, 'Harry, thank you. Thank you so much. You are very much like, and I know you hear it enough-'

'My father, I know.'

'And your mother, she always listened and helped too. Always knew what to do.'

'Really?' asks Harry, slightly shocked. The only time people have told him he's like his mother is when referring to his green eyes.

'Thank you again, we'll talk soon. I must be off now, send my kind wishes to Bill and Fleur. And their families, of course. Tonks, take my hand, let's go.'

Just as Tonks and Remus pop out of appearance, Ron and Hermione rush in.

'Harry!' they both shout, rather angrily. 'You missed it all! Mum's going to kill you, even if she does love you and wouldn't think to tell you what to do,' says Ron.

'It was so beautiful, wasn't it?'

'Yeah, whatever. Fleur looked-' and seeing the accusing stare from Hermione, Ron finishes with, 'not as good as you do. Of course,' he adds. And this time, he means it.

'So, what were you doing here with Remus that was more important than the wedding?' asks Hermione, who still looks as though her mind's more focused on the compliment Ron's just paid her.

'Oh, we just talked. About Sirius. It was... informing.'

Ron and Hermione just look at each other not sure of what to say, shrug and kiss.

'Urgh, anybody would think they're the newly wed couple,' says a voice belonging to Ginny. 'You didn't miss anything great, Harry. Fleur made me have a picture taken with dear Gabrielle and made us kiss each other on the cheeks and act like the best of friends. Ugh, it was horrible. What's wrong?' she says, seeing the faraway look on Harry's face.

'Nothing. Nothing's wrong at all,' he grins in reply. 'Let's boogie!'

'Boogie?' they all ask with disgusted looks.

'Whatever,' Harry says, shrugging. 'I love disco. I'm not gay.'