- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Genres:
- Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
-
Published: 02/13/2002Updated: 02/13/2002Words: 221Chapters: 1Hits: 1,297
Playing With Dolls
Borgin
- Story Summary:
- Hermione finds she's different. And she attributes it to a common childhood game.
- Posted:
- 02/13/2002
- Hits:
- 1,297
- Author's Note:
- This was originally at fanfiction.net under the name Elspeth Rose.
Why is it considered wrong and terrible to be gay? Is it something that began with my playing with dolls?
My mother never supported my sexuality – my father didn’t know. Am I really such a terrible, inhumane person? I never meant to be different or controversial. I guess it’s just the way I am.
Maybe it began with my playing with dolls. I never had by dolls, so my female dolls were paired and married. I remember my mother’s constant offers to buy me the one doll I needed for ‘straight’ marriages. I refused. Why, I asked her, weren’t my dolls already alright for me to play with?
I never declared my sexuality until he offered to marry me. I said, “Oh, you’re a wonderful friend, but please understand, Ron. You see, I’m gay.”
He was extremely shocked. He immediately apparated away. I felt terrible, but I knew telling him was the best thing I could do. And not too long afterwards, Harry called on me. He asked me why. “Why, Hermione?” he asked, “why tell us now? What about Ron? Or Viktor?”
“Harry –“ I began, but he left before I could finish. I was flattered that the two liked me, but I realized what I was afterwards. Who I was.
And maybe it was my playing with dolls.
My mother never supported my sexuality – my father didn’t know. Am I really such a terrible, inhumane person? I never meant to be different or controversial. I guess it’s just the way I am.
Maybe it began with my playing with dolls. I never had by dolls, so my female dolls were paired and married. I remember my mother’s constant offers to buy me the one doll I needed for ‘straight’ marriages. I refused. Why, I asked her, weren’t my dolls already alright for me to play with?
I never declared my sexuality until he offered to marry me. I said, “Oh, you’re a wonderful friend, but please understand, Ron. You see, I’m gay.”
He was extremely shocked. He immediately apparated away. I felt terrible, but I knew telling him was the best thing I could do. And not too long afterwards, Harry called on me. He asked me why. “Why, Hermione?” he asked, “why tell us now? What about Ron? Or Viktor?”
“Harry –“ I began, but he left before I could finish. I was flattered that the two liked me, but I realized what I was afterwards. Who I was.
And maybe it was my playing with dolls.