It’s the gig. You’re covered in blood until you’re covered in your own blood. Half the time, you’re about to die. Like right now. I told myself I wanted out… that I wanted a family. But what I’m good at… is slicing throats. I ain’t a father. I’m a killer. And there’s no changing that. I know that now.
—  Dean Winchester, being heartbreaking as hell
Harry, are you bisexual?”

Harry jumped, dropping the luckily plastic cup he’d been drying. “Hermione! You can’t just –”

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t what? Ask if my best friend likes men too? Am I required to wait forever for you to share the news?”

Harry gaped at her. “So you knew?”

She rolled her eyes, turning back to the dishes. “You weren’t exactly subtle, Harry. Ron guessed about a year ago. He owes me a Sickle now, actually.”

Harry laughed, long and loud, unable to contain himself. “I love you guys,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around Hermione’s shoulders in a brief hug.

Hermione patted his arm as he pulled back, picking up another dish to dry. “So are you dating Malfoy?” Harry gaped at her again.

“No, I am not dating Malfoy! Why would you –?”

Hermione stared at him, unimpressed. Harry flushed.

“Okay, so I fancy him a little bit.”

Hermione smiled smugly. “Now Ron owes me two Sickles.
—  Stars Above Us by create_serenity and 606