Cigarettes and Sex

Chapter Eight

It had been a while of Fred and I messing around. But I didn't know what we were. I hung out with Blaise daily, and I had gotten especially close with Ron. Life was going my way, no drama, good grades, good dick, and good friends. Yet I still wish I could share that good feeling with Malfoy.

"Hey can I come in?" A familiar voice asked from through my door.

"Come in Ron!" I called.

"I have to talk to you about something, and I haven't even mentioned it to Fred yet. So it's important and I need to get it off my chest. I thought you were the best person to go to since you were in the same boat." The words flew out of his mouth, and a heavy sigh escaped after he finished talking.

I smiled at him, and pat down the spot next to me in bed.

He walked over and sat, he was fiddling with his shirt sleeve and his cheeks were beet red.

"What's wrong Ron?" I asked, reaching out and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Erm, I um, I think I'm- I think I might be bisexual." Ron muttered.

My face lit up and I flew my arms around him, burying my head into his neck. I pulled away and pinched his cheeks with my fingers as a grin formed on his face.

Ronald Billius Weasley I am so proud of you!" I exclaimed.

"I needed that. I'm kind of scared." He said.

"I get it, it's okay to be scared. Some people won't like it, but that's on them. Not you, okay? Besides, Harry, your brothers, and I'm sure Hermione- no definitely Hermione, and I would be glad to kick someone's ass here and there." I winked. "But in all seriousness Ron, I'll always be here to support and love you, we all will. Especially Molly, she'll be so excited. In fact I can picture her knitting pride flags and hanging them through the house."

Ron let out a booming laugh, and hugged me again. The both of us discretely wiping away tears.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"Seamus actually. We've kind of been messing around. But I think I really like him." Ron said shyly.

"I love it! I'm so happy you're finding yourself Ron." I smiled.

"Thanks Mads. I got to go, but I'll see you later." Ron said, squeezing my shoulder before he left.

I sighed and walked over to my dresser. I opened the small drawer on the left, and pulled out a tiny green box.

I walked back to my bed, flopped down and opened the box. It was the ring Draco gifted me. I was conflicted. Sitting there, I was confused. Fred was amazing, and I had great friends mostly due to him. But there was something different with Draco.

Being with Draco felt like the ocean in the middle of the night. Dangerous, beautiful, dark and twisty, but there were hints of light when the moon reflected off the water. Good parts that made the whole thing seem possible. Chances, chances for us.

Fred, being with Fred was a night at the carnival. Busy and exciting, full of light and laughter. But after a while, you get tired. Your feet start to throb and your head is pounding. In the end it's a mess. It's a hassle.

I held the ring in my hands, slipping it through my fingers as I thought about my next move. The ocean, or the carnival.

I've always had a thing for the ocean.

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I run through corridors, hallways, up staircases, and through crowds until I finally reach the Gryffindor Common Room.