#bi hermione granger

[kachowblueninja]

The sillies!!!!

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Distractions by morningsound15 Pairing: Hermione/Ginny Rating: T Word Count: 86k Ginny sighed and slumped back in her seat. “You’re letting him win. He’s winning the breakup!” “Everything you’re saying is ridiculous! You can’t win a breakup.” “Obviously you can, and Ron is doing it!” “You’re being childish. Not everything is about winning and losing.”

Ron and Hermione have recently broken up, and Ginny — concerned for her best friend — has decided that the only thing for Hermione to do now is to date someone new to make Ron jealous. And who better than Hermione’s best friend (and coincidentally Ron’s younger sister) to drive him absolutely mental? Fake Dating AU

[archiveofpiaandkathi]

Headcannon #9

None of the golden trio was straight.

I think we don't have to argue about Harry. The ways he described Bill or Draco are obvious.

That Hermione isn't straight is either evident.

But Ron isn't straight either. You can't tell me that he hadn't a huge celebrity crush on Krum. So basically his celebrity crush hooks up with the girl he sort of likes... I don't want to be in this situation.

The way he describes Krum reminds me of Harry describing Bill. A teenage crush.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

The Yule Ball at Hogwarts was crazy tbh. I feel so bad for the Patil twins… because imagine. One of them managed to snatch Ron, who sat the whole night watching Hermione dance and being jealous of Viktor Krum who was dancing with her, but on the other hand he did look really hot in that outfit… so who was he really the most jealous of?

And one of the twins managed to snatch Harry, who sat the whole night watching Cho dance with Cedric Diggory, and Cho sure was pretty but when wasn’t she? Cedric, on the other hand, looked dazzling for the evening, so very handsome, he looked so fit in those robes… but did Harry understand what it was he was thinking and what it meant? Nah.

Did Ron? Nah.

Poor Padma and Parvati, stuck with the chaotic gays for the whole night :/

[infoneonid228]

GOLDEN TRIO!

[simon-snowing]

on god gay people are fucking crazy, dumbledore and grindelwald knew each other for TWO (2) MONTHS, only two months and already they came up with a plan for the new order etc, made that blood pact and what not,,, likeee thats not even a situationship, its barely a crush and youre doing that huh 😃😃 HUHH

[reine-de-la-lune]

Harry: You know, Charlie is not that ugly either

Ron: it's my brother!!

Hermiones: and?

[g3othermal3scapism]

i miss these dorks

[iifishizzleii]

“ron weasley is a himbo for the straights, harry potter is a himbo for the queers.” i say into the microphone.

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame when a voice speaks and command silence from the room.

“he’s right,” they say. i look up for the owner of the voice. hermione granger herself stands in the third row.

[agent-tempest]

Harry has the most chaotic Bi-energy in the hbp. He's mind literally has only two things going on, Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy.

It's not even in different contexts, one second he is thinking about Ginny and another Draco.

For example this scene. Hermione is telling Harry about how she heard Romilda and other girls were talking about giving him Love portion so he that takes them to Slughorn's party. And she advices him to ask someone soon so the other girls will stop the nonsense. Our boy Harry is deep in thoughts how he wished he could take Ginny as a date. And the next thing in his mind is 'If Romilda could get the love portion into Hogwarts, Draco can get the necklace in too'.

And I'm like, my dude decide who you gonna choose.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Of mammals, birds and reptiles by Jessa_yeah Pairing: Hermione/Ginny, Minerva Mcgonagall/Pomona Sprout/Rolanda Hooch Rating: G Word Count: 2k Podfic available here Read by: Thunder_of_Dragons Length: 10-30 minutes Post-war Hogwarts. A small note appears on the announcement board in the hall, offering extracurricular courses. Ginny and Hermione sign up. Something new builds from there - something good. A story about healing, growth, hope, love and comfort.

find the full podfic library here

[narcissus-in-vain]

consider, for pride month: a bi ron weasely

fuck jkr i say make everyone queer

(i mean, its not as though harry would notice it.)

it might barely be noticed by ron himself, as more of a tingling in the back of his mind in his first two years of hogwarts, something he doesn't need to think about, and he has far more important things to do, anyway.

ron in his third year, wondering vaguely why he and Hermione bicker so much, yet she still fixes her hair when she sees him, and he feels this swooping in his stomach whenever she calls him (with a faint twinge of fondness) ronald.

ron in his third year, alone in their dorm with seamus finnigan, and the subject turns to kissing, and someway somehow seamus finnigan is his first kiss. its not good by any stretch of the imagination, and both agree to never discuss it again. still, for months after it happens, ron can't help but look at his lips when he speaks.

ron in the summer, obsessed with krum, and when his family tease him for being such a big fan, he can't help but feel that they're right.

ron in a fight with harry, somehow both hating his best friend and shitting bricks for him and merlin he's glad hermione's still stuck by him. ron seeing all of krum's fangirls and knowing if things had been slightly different, he would've been one of them in a heartbeat.

ron looking at krum and hermione dance at the yule ball, and wondering why both of them are somehow the brightest in the room.

ron in the summer of his fourth year, and shit things are looking bad for the war, what with you-know-who being back and all, but he can't help but feel happy that he and hermione get a little alone time - and something definitely shifts.

ron being obsessed with kingsley's earring. and face.

ron being jealous of hermione still writing to krum, and yet wondering wether he could write to him too, call him victor just as she does.

ron in his sixth year, having not kissed anyone since seamus, and he's grown up now! he gives it a go with lavender, despite her never wanting to actually talk with him, always glancing over at parvati, as if she would care.

(ron feeling lonely for the first time in his hogwarts career)

and when he and lavender finally break up, he finds he's much happier with his friends, anyway.

besides, he's pretty sure he's found who he wants.

that doesn't stop him from ogling various seventh years, and being angry for all the wrong reasons that ginny's dating dean thomas.

(despite his complaining, he's more relieved than angry at ginny and harry's relationship. he would hate it if he and ginny had the same type in men.)

seventh year ron, and he's a man now, and he's deep in the war effort, and he's scared and he's tired, but he's not running again. he knows he's gone for hermione, he knows hermione will probably never forgive him, but that won't stop him from at least trying.

bi ron weasely, and yes he's in a straight passing relationship, but that doesn't stop him from watching trashy muggle tv shows with hermione and playing smash or pass with the hot guys.

bi ron weasely, and he makes sure his kids know its normal to feel like this.

bi ron weasley. cmon.

[lizthewriter]

i think there's been a glitch / theodore nott

PAIRING  Theodore Nott x studious!shy!Reader

SUMMARY  Theodore Nott was well known for the sort of happenstances that occurred in his dorm. However, the new transfer student seems to catch his eye in particular - that transfer student is you. His friends think that, at first, he has his eyes set on you for more sinful reasons, but he soon proves that his intentions are more romantic than anyone ever thought.

TAGS  Theodore Nott x Reader, angst, if you squint, idiots in love, cursing, kissing, study buddies, friends to wtf is this to friends with benefits but also wtf is this to lovers, theo is a simp, reader is not slytherin, can be any other house, reader has social anxiety, references to sex, underage drinking, headmaster's list = dean's list, gender neutral reader

"We were supposed be just friends, / you don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend, / depending on what type of mood and situationship I'm in, / and what's in my system," - Glitch by Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT  3.2K

WRITTEN  27.08.2023

A/N This came as a burst of inspiration during calc class when I realized I was really the only person answering my professor's questions in my classes, lmaoo 😭😭 so this is purely self-induglent. i hope you guys enjoy <333

When you had transferred to Hogwarts, you hadn't made very many friends. All right, you hadn't made any friends. Because you had transferred to Hogwarts so late in your academic career, everyone had already formed their own friend groups. No one had any real interest in you - that was, they were interested in why you transferred, but not in assimilating you into their social circles. Your professors, however, had grown quite fond of you, most likely due to your dedication to your studies. And eventually, around midway through the fall semester, you were called into the Headmaster's office. It had kept you on your toes all day - had you done something wrong? Gotten in trouble? Your mind had come up with most elaborate and unlikely scenarios that might have cause you to get called into the Headmaster's office.

You were awarded the honor of being added to the Headmaster's list. Only two others in your year were granted the same honor - Hermione Granger and Theodore Nott. All three of you were maintaining straight O's. You and Hermione had never gotten the opportunity to grow close - it might have been the fact that she was much more close-mindrd than you, or the fact that she didn't have the time to spare to make new friends between her studies and all the "Chosen One" stuff going on. You wanted to at least make one friend, instead of an academic rival, which you made the mistake of creating at your previous school.

So, you approached Theo after the meeting, your hands clamy and shaking while you stuttered out your request to study together. Theo simply watched you with those dead eyes of his before nodding. It had unnerved you but you pushed yourself to confirm a date and time with him. And so began your little friendship.

You were never meant to be more than study partners. Weekly study sessions in the library grew into bi-weekly gatherings, which then grew into daily meetings. And then you were meeting each other after class, making inside jokes, hanging out just because. Slowly, but surely, you and Theo grew close. You weren't sure you had ever been this close with anyone before. It was like he just knew you, not only like the back of his hand, but like every square inch of his body.

And Theo? Theo had never saw you coming. He didn't know that he wanted to be friends with you until you were friends, and then he couldn't stop coming back. You were like a drug. He needed another hit each and every time he saw you. Soon enough, he was aching to spend every waking moment with you. It had started as nothing more than a mutually beneficial partnership, but it grew to be much more than that.

It took him a while to realize he loved you. Cared for you. He was well reputed for sleeping around and having a general devil-may-care attitude. He knew that he loved you when he began to grow tired of the constant flings and one-night stands. When he called off the on-and-off relationship he'd had with a particularly vivacious Slytherin girl. He hated the way girls threw themselves at him, vying for his attention like wildcats fighting over a piece of meat. You weren't like that. You were perfect.

He knew he wanted to ask you out. His friends scoffed at the idea, thinking he was joking. They were shocked when they realized he was serious. Mattheo had even knocked on his head, asking if Theo was really in there. It had to be perfect, so he went to the only people he knew who had ever been in serious relationships. Mostly everyone had told him the same thing - find out what you liked. Woo you. It was rather simple. "For someone who is so smart, you're rather stupid, you know," Blaise had told him. He secretly agreed.

First, he had bought a collection of muggle novels for you at a book store on a forgotten. It had beautifully decorated covers, guilded with golden etchings. When you had sat down to study one day, Theodore had dropped it on the table in front of you while he pulled out his books.

"What's this?" You had asked in confusion.

"It reminded me of you," he said simply, pulling out his spellbook and flipping through it to find where he had last left off.

You furrowed your brows as you pulled the box towards you, unclasping the front of it and pushing it open. You let out the small gasp at the gorgeous hardcovers resting inside, hands trailing along the sturdy spines. Five Muggle Classics, the interior of the box cover said. "Theo . . . " Your voice trailed off at the thoughtfullness of the gift - you were left utterly speechless. "I can't take this. I can't imagine how expensive how this was." You slid the case of books back to Theo. He stopped it, pushing it back towards you.

"Take it. I can't return it. Besides, I got it for you. I would hate to see these go to waste."

You bit your bottom lip before pulling the box back towards you, a smile spreading across your face as you pulled out one of your favorite muggle classics. You flipped through the pages, allowing that paticular new-book smell to wash over you like the waves on a shore. "Thank you," you mumbled softly.

-

You never came to parties. Mostly because you hated all the drinking and crowds and the mixture of stroking lights and booming music that made you dizzy. But you had started to develop feelings for a particular friend of yours. He was tall, devilishly handsome, and more intelligent that anyone you'd ever met. He smelled of evergreen trees, cigarettes, and lilac. You felt for him in a way that you had never felt for anyone else. You were always so laser-focused on you studies, but you realized that your attention had been straying towards a paticular someone as of recently.

You knew he hung around these sort of parties, finding pretty girls to have a fun night with. You wore the most insanely inappropriate dress you could find, hoping to catch his attention. You weren't exactly sure what your goal for that night was, but you were certain you wanted it to end with you and Theo, alone.

Of course, Theo was shocked to see you there. Even more shocked to see you out of the jeans and sweaters you usually wore, standing in a tight little number that had him practically frothing at the mouth. Not that you weren't always stunning, but you were stunning stunning. He wouldn't have approached you normally, but with the alcohol currently coursing through his system, he had a boost of courage and stupidity.

Five seconds later, he was standing right behind you, calling your name. You turned around to face him with a grin. "Hey, there you are."

"What are you doing here?" It sounded much more like a statement than a question - he was seemingly distracted by something else about you.

"I came to see you, silly. And to see what all the rage is about."

"And?"

"I've come to the conclusion that parties suck."

Theo laughed, something hearty that rumbled through his chest. "Want to go somewhere else?"

"Please," you responded with a role of your eyes. "I'm starting to get a headache." You had stupidly accepted a drink and chugged down the bitter alcohol earlier - that didn't bode well for your head when you were already bothered by loud music sober.

Theo's eyes searched the room for somehwere that might be a little quieter - his eyes landed on the staircase to his dorm. Well, where else was there to go? He lead you up the steps, the two of you laughing as he kept you from stumbling down the stairs, and guided you to his dorm. He sat you down on the bed, grabbing a glass on his bedside table, and filled it up with the spell Aguamenti.

"Thanks," you said sweetly, taking it from his hand and taking a long sip. You took a good look at the room, easily able to tell whose area of the roo. was whose. Mattheo's was messy - clothes strewn across the bed and floor. Draco's was neat and filled with a variety of potions book, his bedside table cluttered with potions of a variety of colors, lined up in orderly rows. Blaise had a poster of his favorite Quidditch team plastered on the wall, as well as a family photo filled with all his siblings. Theo's, however, was minimal and tidy aside from the piles of books. His bed was neatly made, the corners of the covers tucked under the mattress.

You finally met Theo's eyes and finally saw some sort of emotion - it took you a moment to identify it as hunger. You glanced down at the outfit you were wearing and flushed, your eyes staying firmly on the ground.

"You look very pretty."

You felt your heart stop in your chest. Had Theo called you . . . pretty? You were in shock - sure, you had come to the party with more than friendly intent, but you had never expected that he would actually notice you the way he had noticed other girls.

"Y-you - you look very handsome."

Theo watched you for a moment - he was standing only a foot away with arm wrapped around the four-poster, hanging off from it slightly. There was an odd sort of tension in the room - you both knew what you wanted and you both knew you wanted it now. Both of your inhibitions were lowered because of the alcohol, so it was that one split desicion that changed everything. Soon enough, his lips were planted into yours, one hand cupping your cheek and the other trailing along the side of your body. Everything had happened so fast - it went from the hand on your hips guiding you down onto the mattress to clothes strewn on the floor to sleeping heavily within each other's arms. It was hours before you woke again, and you were grateful that none of his friends had come up from the party yet. He helped you get dressed, a look of almost disbelief settled into his features as you left, sending him an awkward smile before you closed the door. What had he done?

-

The next day you had studied together like nothing happened. You cracked a joke. He laughed. You helped him with Transfiguration, he helped you with Ancient Runes. Another day passed. And another. And another. Theo was going beyond mad - what were you two now? Were you still friends? Were you dating? He felt like he wanted to yank all his hair out of his head.

That was, until about a week later. Late at night, the two of you were studying in the library. He was huddled next to you, embarrassingly distracted by your beauty while you were trying to help him with a homework problem he got stuck on. He finally snapped back to attention as you pointed to something on his parchment, leaning downwards to see exactly what you were pointing at. At the same time, you had turned your head to see what had him so distracted. The resultant situation: your noses bumped together and he could feel your heavy, hot breath on his lips.

Flashbacks to the night you shared soared through both of your minds. And it was you, this time, who had made the stupid desicion. You lunged for his lips with desperation, fingers snaking through his hair, a hand planted on his chest. He had tensed in surprise before returning the kiss with equal fervor. It wasn't long before you were quickly packing your things and Theo was dragging you to some abandoned room, your lips entangled as he pressed you up against the wall. The moonlight seeped in through the red glass-stained windows, dancing deliciously on your skin. Forever engraved in his memory was the picture of you, the only word on your lips being his name, grasping his shoulders with need.

-

Neither of you knew what kind of relationship you had descended into. It involved rather intimate gatherings from time to time, but for the most part, you were just friends. It was an almost seamless friendship between you two - except for the nagging thoughts at the back of both of your minds that kept you wondering if the other really felt the same way.

Theo buried his face into his hands, surrounded by a group of friends who had utterly no idea what to do. Their eyes watched him with trepidation and worry. It was oddly concerning how much he was stressing over this. Theo never seemed to stress about anything. But here he was, hands fisted in his hair, staring down at the ground in utter disillusionment.

"I've ruined everything. All cause I couldn't keep it in my fucking pants."

"That can't be it, mate," Mattheo tried reassuring him. "Look, you said they're different, yeah? All the other girls you've slept with found someone else after you. But they keep coming back for more. That has to mean something, right?"

"Yeah, you've just got to romance them," Blaise said. Theo groaned.

"Please never open your mouth again."

"I'm serious. Take her to Hogsmeade, that'll show them."

Theo leaned his face upwards, staring at Blaise. He was right - taking someone to Hogsmeade virtually meant asking them out on a date. You had to know the innuendo by now, being at Hogwarts as long as you have. "Blaise, you're brilliant." He clapped his friend on the back, rushing out of the dorm to find you.

-

You scanned the bookshelves for books with more information on Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. The idea fascinated you - how come you could conjure any sort of non-edible object from nothing, but with food you couldn't? At the root of it, everything was made of subatomic particles, then atoms, then particles, and so on. So, theoretically, anything could be created from nothing, correct?

You were so enraptured by your own thoughts that you had no conception of your surroundings and bumped right into someone walking straight towards you. The books in your arms tumbled onto the floor and you flushed a bright red, bending down to pick them up.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, hastily collecting the books from the ground. The boy, who you hadn't really looked at yet, bent down to help you collect them as well. "I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm really -"

As you stood up, you finally got to look at his face - and it turned out to be Theo. His face was just barely flushed, and the emotion in his eyes held a deep meaning that you couldn't quite decrypt. You didn't have a chance to ask him what he was doing, because he beat you to it.

"Go to Hogsmeade with me."

"I'm sorry?"

"Hogsmeade. You and I. Interested?" His tone was strained, and you realized what emotion finally lay beyond those dead eyes. Fear.

You knew what he was insinuating. Was he - asking you out on a date? Did that mean he really did like you? More than just as someone he could have a little fun with time and again, someone who was just a friend. You stared up at him for quite a while, not realising how silent you were as you sunk into the rabbit hole of your own thoughts.

"I - erm - all right, then." You were still quite in a bit of shock. "Will you -"

"Yeah, I'll wait for you outside your common room." The fear in his eyes seemed to dissipate, his shoulders sagging in relief.

"Right. Yeah, sounds good. Great."

-

You had bundled up for the cold weather, a thick scarf wrapped around your neck and a hat with your house emblem on your head. You tried to dress in something nice underneath the layers of warmth - it had taken you a long time to decide what exactly you wanted to wear, but you had eventually come to a conclusion.

When you exited the dormitory, you found Theo bundled up with an equal amount of layers, yet he looked just as attractive as he always did. In his hands, he held a single rose. You flushed a bright red, especially as a group of first year girls giggled as they exited the dorm behind you.

"Hello," Theo said simply, handing you the rose.

"Hello," you responded shyly, taking it gratefully and holding it in your hands. You smiled nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. "So."

"So. Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." Theo grabbed your hand, holding it gently. You hid your face from his view, not wanting him to know the kind of affect he had on you as he lead you through the castle. "What do you want to do first?"

You had weaved your hand through his arm, resting your head on the edge of his shoulder. "Hm. I need some more quills. But we should definitely stop at the bookshop first. I want to see if they've gotten anything new."

"Okay."

Theo had never been a talkative person - and you had never really minded it, not until now. You wish that maybe he might just tell you he had feelings for you, more than feelings that only arose every once in a while. It would make this so much easier on you. But you were nervous and shy and had a hard time talking to people, even one's you've been friends with. So you remained silent on the walk there.

Theo could tell it was an uncomfortable silence. Not only did being the quiet one meant he could read a room easily, he had also been around you long enough to know when you felt uncomfortable. He stopped the two of you from walking - you were already walking the path to Hogsmeade, snow lightly covered both of your heads.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing."

"You don't have to lie to me."

You bit the interior of your cheek nervously. Did you really want to destroy what you had with him? You were content with keeping your relationship the way it was. At least, that's what you convinced yourself.

You felt your gaze being drawn back to Theo, his fingers resting under your chin. "Don't hide from me, love, tell me what's on your mind."

"Love." You felt your heart melt into a puddle of hope and embarrassment. "Theo . . . what are we?"

Theo grabbed your hand and held it up, intertwining your fingers together. He looked at them, with something akin to fascination, and muttered, "What do you want us to be?"

You paused. "I want us to be together," you whispered, looking up at him with eyes of despair. Theo felt his heart wrench at the sight of it. He raised his other hand, brushing it lightly against your cheek.

"Then let's be together," he whispered back. He leaned downwards, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. It wasn't like any of the kisses before that - no, those were passionate, desperate, lust-filled kisses. This was loving, caring, blossoming. He dropped your hand to cup both of your cheeks in his hand, his nose biting into your cheek. "You and I. I like the sound of that."

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an ever-fixed mark by ninepiecesofcrait

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an ever-fixed mark by @ninepiecesofcrait Rating: E Pairing: Hermione x Draco Tags: Unspeakable Hermione Granger, Widower Draco Malfoy, Blood Magic, Hurt/Comfort, Forced Proximity Summary:

It was a comedy of errors how Hermione Granger ended up engaged to Draco Malfoy, really. A series of unfortunate events. // Malfoy looked at his bloodied hand and the ring on the cobblestone floor, and sighed. “Well, Granger.” Grey eyes finally raised to look at her. “Now look what you’ve done.” // [while working to break a curse in malfoy’s cellar, hermione accidentally touches an enchanted betrothal heirloom from the noble house of black. things rapidly fall apart from there.]

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[stanathanxoox]

Stop Embarrassing My Girlfriend!

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prompt by @me-writes-prompts

The little kisses they share throughout their day, and getting absolutely flustered over it because it’s all so new - Hermione Granger x reader

Everything was still so new, for the both of you. So it was no surprise that every time you shared kisses, held hands or even shared cuddles that a deep red blush would coat both of your cheeks. You had only come out as Lesbian to your friends about two months ago, and Hermione as Bi four months before that. So when she had asked you out on a date three weeks ago you had accepted it, having had a crush on the bushy haired brunette for a lot longer than you would care to admit. Your friends were supportive of you and only teased you a little bit about your new relationship but you were grateful that you had the smartest witch of your age as your girlfriend. The two of you were sitting on the couch in the common room, your friends all sitting around you as you studied when Hermione leaned over and places a kiss on your cheek out of the blue and you feel how your cheeks heat up

“It’s kinda cute how they still get so flustered when the other shows affection towards them” Ginny gushes as she leans into Harry’s side and you turn to hide your face in Hermione’s shoulder as Hermione scolds your friends

“Quit it, stop embarrassing my girlfriend”. Hearing her say that has your cheeks heating up all over again and you sigh as your friends chuckle.

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[xnarlie-starlightx]

Oh, Harry… if only you knew how to manage your dialogue better with Gryffindors besides at the Gryffindor Common Room and bi panicking all over Cedric. This isn’t going precisely well asides Bill Weasley himself, was/is your first boy crush way before and after Cedric came along in the picture.

Get a grip and stop going back and forth of your sexuality already, The Bi Who Lived! 🙄✨😅🌈🏳️‍🌈

Harry: I am 100% straight. Hermione: Cedric Diggory in his quidditch robes, in his Yule Ball robes, Cedric Diggory towering over you, his eyes twinkling- Harry: I am 50% straight. Hermione: … Everyone: … Hermione: Right. Cho Chang. Harry: … is a girl. So, er, 100% straight. Ron: Even I know that’s not how math works. Harry: Alright fine! So, 50% straight then. Ron: And 50% gay. Dean: Harry mate, that’s called being bi you dickwad. Harry: SO THAT’S WHAT THAT IS! Everyone: … Harry: Wait, you’re telling me not everyone finds both attractive? Is that not straight at all?! Everyone: …