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Chapter 12

Previously on Scars of the Past-
Harry was gawking at the audacity and the shamelessness of this girl in front of him. Was she really suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? Harry remembered talking to her in his second year. Where was that fearless girl who had looked Lucius Malfoy in the eye and defended her family? What happened to that ambitious quidditch player who snuck out with her brother's broom and secretly taught herself how to play quidditch? What had happened? Well, the answer to Harry's question was Dumbledore.

Ron was furious seeing Harry reject his sister. She was just trying to take her mind off of her brother's death. Was that really so wrong? His frustration reached its peak, and he couldn't contain himself any longer, calling out loudly, "Harry!" Startled by the sudden outburst, Harry's gaze shifted towards Ron, capturing the attention of everyone nearby. Accusingly, Ron lashed out, "What's gotten into you? How dare you make my sister cry! You have changed!" Harry wanted to point out that Ginny didn't appear visibly upset, he chose not to interrupt, letting Ron continue. "All Ginny wanted was a means to distract herself from the unbearable pain of losing our brother. If you weren't interested in her, you could have conveyed that directly. There was absolutely no need for you to pretend to be one of those disgusting fags!"

Harry internally cursed. He had forgotten that Ron was homophobic. He did realize that Ron was just taking his pent-up anger out on him and hoped that really didn't mean what he had said.

Harry said, "I am not hungry," as he rose from his seat and left the bustling hall. He felt a sense of relief when he realized that Hermione wasn't following him. He needed some peace and quiet. Harry glanced at his timetable and discovered he had a free period ahead of him. It seemed luck was on his side, granting him the opportunity to have some much-desired time alone. He needed to think. Ron's reaction to him being gay had worried him. He attempted to reassure himself that Ron's hurtful words were a result of the heat of the moment and the ongoing grief over his brother's loss but deep down, somewhere inside of him, Harry realized that Ron truly felt that way. He decided to leave this topic for another day and chose to focus on what Draco had said. Draco had known that he was a submissive but how? He couldn't help but think if his own tears had given him away.

The realization that he had cried in front of his former arch-nemesis not once, but twice, caused a wave of embarrassment to flush across Harry's face. If someone had said that Harry would develop feelings for Draco Malfoy, he would have dismissed it as absurd and suggested a visit to Saint Mungos for a sanity check. Yet, the truth was that Harry had always found Draco Malfoy attractive, though he had never thought that he might actually have a chance with him. Sensing that it was the time for his next class which was two periods of History of Magic with Ravenclaws, Harry groaned. The prospect of enduring Professor Binns' repetitive lectures, filled with claims of being present during the formation of the Wizengamot and criticism of the textbook's inaccuracies, was pure torture for his sensitive ears. Harry set himself on autopilot mode and trusted his feet to lead him to the classroom where he took the decision to sleep through the entire lesson. He was woken up at the end of the class by Hermione who apologized for Ron's words but still remained firm in her unwavering belief in Dumbledore's greatness.

Next was Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. Harry's experience was as eventful as one could expect. He almost lost his hand to a venomous tentacula; a very traumatising incident that left him questioning the existence of those things. Quidditch practice, on the other hand, was fun. As the captain of the team, Angelina Johnson had come up with some very interesting exercises to build teamwork and coordination. Harry had come back to his dormitory with some very sore muscles and sleepy eyes. Knowing that he had homework, Harry shook himself awake. Estimating that he had roughly three hours to spare, he calculated the time needed to finish it. He cursed the goblins who had participated in those wars. Harry appreciated that they had fought for their rights but why hadn't they realized that students in the future would have to sacrifice their much-needed sleep to write essays on their struggle! 12 in the night was when he surrendered to sleep.