Hello readers! I'm Jazzy, if you didn't know already. Welcome to the story: Start to something new. If you haven't guessed already by the title, there will be some singing later on in the chapter. ♪(^∇^*) There's a bit of mature language in this story. No smut, though.

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Harry was at 12 Grimmauld place with Hermione and Ron. It was hard being back here without Sirius. Everything reminded him of Sirius. It was like he never left, never went through the veil. He pushed that depressing thought away as he remembered how much he had suffered. He had even thought of harming himself to numb him from the emotional pain, but Hermione and Ron thankfully helped him through that state.

He loved his two best friends so much; they were literally like brother and sister to him. Even if Ron wasn't the one who normally would give hugs, Hermione was, and he loved her cuddly hugs. They were nice, much like Mrs Weasley's hugs. It was like having another mother, but one his own age. He would die for those two, even if their loving nature was... disgustingly cute. It was just love between those two, and Harry just felt like he was a third wheel. Even though he used to have Ginny as a girlfriend, he still felt incomplete. He felt as if something was missing in his life.

Harry just wanted a place to stay, that's why he was at Grimmauld place, especially after breaking up with Ginny. It was just too hard, he had to get away. Ron hadn't even talked to him in over a month, but Harry didn't mind, he knew about the consequences. It's just bad luck having your best mate ignore you because you broke their little sisters' heart. But Harry never really liked Ginny in the lovey-dovey kind of way. Not like how Ron ogles over Hermione. That was just something real, it was true love. Ginny was just too much of a sister to Harry and he realized he was only dating her because he wanted to be a part of their family. But he didn't need to date her to be a part of this amazing family, he was already loved by them so what else could he get from them? Besides, it was like he was dating Ron, Ginny was just a female version of Ron but with breasts.

Harry sat on the dark lounge chair in 12 Grimmauld place. He could tell Ron was looking at him like looks could kill and Hermione just didn't know what to do in this situation.

"I can't believe you, Harry," Ron said disappointingly, his chin dipping to his chest. "You broke her heart."

"I said I was sorry, Ron!" Harry said seriously. Why couldn't his best mate just take the apology? Hermione sighed, she didn't want to come in between her boyfriend and best friend.

"I just..." Ron trailed off. He just couldn't be mad at Harry even though he knew he should.

"You just...?" Harry repeated his best mates' words. "What is it, Ron? Spit it out!"

And then Ron walked out of the room, leaving Harry alone in the loungeroom and Hermione followed him out.

Harry ran his hand through his hair and laid back down on the couch with a sigh. This was just...hard. He wanted to come out to his best friends but doesn't know how. How could he tell Ron that he never liked Ginny? That he was gay. Would Hermione and Ron accept him. But come on, they fought threw a war together. A literal war with an evil creep of a wizard.

Harry realized since his fifth year that he didn't want a girl at all. He wanted a guy in his life. A loving, handsome, funny, sweet guy. Girl lips were just so small and boring for him. And back in his fifth year, after playing a muggle game of 'Spin the bottle', he was chosen to kiss Dean Thomas. He remembered how nervous he was when the guy actually leaned forward to kiss him. He remembered how hot his face felt as Dean's face neared his own. But as he felt the other man's lips on his own, he felt something that Cho and Ginny couldn't make him feel. It was sort of a homey feeling, it felt natural. So very natural that when Dean deepened the kiss, he just melted into the loving embrace even if he didn't feel anything for his fellow Gryffindor. But just remembering how exciting and passionate the kiss had told him that what he wants in his life is a guy.

But Harry couldn't have Dean as he and Seamus had been a thing for years, even since his 5th year. Well, it wasn't until after Dean kissed Harry that Seamus became jealous and after the kiss. He remembered how the Irish boy crawled over to Dean and kissed him in front of everyone. It was quite amusing to Harry, watching two guys kiss. He wanted what Dean and Seamus had but he just hadn't been exploring for that guy... yet.

"I'm gay..." Harry blurted out to them. He was in his bedroom. He felt his face redden and panic creep inside him, so he looked down at the floor. He wondered how Ron and Hermione would react now that he'd come out to them.

"Oh, we know," Hermione said with a proud smile. After all, she is the brightest and smartest witch of her age.

Harry looked up at her, "You know?"

Hermione nodded. She knew of Harry's sexuality and wanted to help her best friend. She gave him a knowing smile. "We're going to a bar, Harry."

"A bar?" Ron asked curiously with furrowed brows.

Hermione glared at her boyfriend for disturbing her. "Yes, a bar." She looked back at her best friend seriously. "This Sunday evening at five o'clock. Be ready! And wear something appropriate!"

Harry gave her a nod. He'll be going to a bar, again. He rarely goes unless he wants a drink. Well, perhaps he could meet a couple of men there. But he just doesn't know what type of men he likes.

Hermione seemed to be able to read Harry's mind and smirked. "Blonde, tall, handsome..."

Ron narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend and his face reddened. "Who the hell are you talking about?"

Hermione chuckled at her jealous boyfriend and kissed his cheek. "I'm naming what Harry likes in men." She looked at Harry with a soft smile, "Isn't that right, Harry?"

Harry just smiled and bit his lip. He does believe tall blonde males are just... hot and handsome as fuck. Who doesn't? They're sort of like angels, pure and beautiful...

"Is Harry Potter thinking about a certain boy?" Hermione asked mockingly. She giggled as Harry's cheeks began to redden.

"I don't know..." Harry said with a little shrug. He really didn't know any blonde males. Well, that's what he thought. "I don't know a lot of blondes. Why?" He asked her. "Do you know some I could...err...get to know?"

"I might know one or two..." Hermione said sweetly.

"Names?" Harry asked almost eagerly. He wondered what males Hermione knew that were blonde, handsome, and hopefully available.

"There's Malfoy," Ron said with repulsion as he mentioned the name. "He's blonde...ish."

"More like whitish blonde," Harry corrected him smugly. He hasn't seen Malfoy since last year after graduating from Hogwarts. He remembered Malfoy's trial and pleading him not guilty, which he was. The Slytherin never did anything quite... bad. He understands Malfoy would have gone through a lot when having a nose-less man and a giant snake living in your house. It gave him the shivers wondering how Malfoy put up with all that.

Hermione smiled at her best friend as she noticed he was deep in thought. She was so proud as Harry came out to her and Ron. She actually knew Harry was gay for a while. It was pretty obvious to see. Especially since Harry's sixth year when stalking Malfoy for who knows how long. She had to literally force the information out of Ron, which didn't take long at all. And then there was third year when Malfoy approached Harry in Care of Magical Creatures... she remembered how red her best friend's face had become. In fact, Harry's face had always turned a slight red colour when Malfoy was nearby. It was quite sweet to be honest.

"I'm still pissed at you, mate," Ron said earnestly. He jumped slightly as Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.

"You know, Harry..." Hermione started. Harry looked at her. "It's okay if you like him," she finished with a warm smile.

Harry burst out into laughter. "Me? Liking Malfoy?" He couldn't stop laughing even if his face was reddening more. How could he like such a git?

Hermione sighed at her best friend and looked at Ron for help. Ron got the sign she needed and nodded. "Mate, it really is okay. I even admit that Zabini is quite good looking."

Harry stopped laughing and looked at his two best friends who stared right back at him.

Hermione giggled at her boyfriend in admitting that information. "And I do believe Ms Pansy Parkinson is quite... hot. No offense, Ron."

"Non-taken, 'Mione," Ron said with a smile. He looked at his best mate. "So, you do like him... don't you? I mean... I could go on and on about how obsessed you were over him in our sixth year..."

"Ron, please don't go there," Harry said with disappointment and collapsed backwards on his bed with a slow sigh. "I just wanted to make sure he wasn't-"

"-Up to something?" Hermione and Ron finished together.

"Mm-hmm," Hermione teased. Honestly, she feels – no - she knows Harry is head-over-heels for Malfoy as he's always wondering where the blonde Slytherin is at. "You sure about that, Harry?" Harry's cheeks and neck only darkened with a blush as he sat up.

"Honestly, mate. Just say it. Neither one of us will be mad at you."

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I really don't know, guys... I mean, he's quite..."

"Yes?" Hermione asked eagerly and leaned forward. She really wanted to hear what her best friend had to say about their classmate.

"Handsome," Harry started with that same blush on his face. He pictured the blonde Slytherin walking through the corridors of Hogwarts with his head held high with pride and billowing robes behind him. He remembered being up close to the blonde Slytherin wizard in Malfoy Manor... Those silver eyes staring at him in disbelief. He actually thought the git would tell the Death Eaters that it was Harry Potter that they captured. But as Malfoy lied to their faces, well, something inside him warmed up and he felt almost compassionate to the Slytherin. "Pretty eyes... So very silver... Very pretty..."

Hermione giggled and whispered to Ron as Harry kept blabbering about their classmate, "He's lovestruck."

Harry continued as he was still thinking back to Malfoy Manor, "Soft looking whitish blonde hair... I could just run my hands through it endlessly." He recalled his heart fluttering in his chest when Malfoy was so close to his face. It was almost like he could just lean in and... kiss the blonde. He could even see the slight light blue in the Slytherin's eyes, and he knew the blue had to be from Narcissa Malfoy.

Ron smirked at his best mate who looked like he was in a dreamy state and whispered back, "I definitely think he's lovestruck too."

Harry kept blabbering on about the Slytherin, "Lips that look so soft to the touch, to kiss... Beautiful pale skin..." He remembered watching the Slytherin in his sixth year. That arse that moved so elegantly in those pants. Merlin. He felt an erection start at the thought of the blonde's arse. "The tightest ass..."

Ron had to stop his best mate there. He did NOT want to hear about Malfoy's ass. He held his hand up for silence. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! I don't want to hear anything about Malfoy's ass. Nobody does..."

Hermione chuckled silently. "Ron's right, Harry. You need to... stop. We already know of your undying love for Draco Malfoy."

Harry just smiled at the two. That smile turned into a mischief one as he said, "You know... Malfoy's ass-"

"NOPE!" And Ron ran out of the bedroom. Hermione laughed and followed after him out of the room.

Harry smirked and collapsed backwards onto his bed again. Silver eyes had entered his mind and he just couldn't get rid of them. Thanks a lot, Ron, and Hermione.