Fuck off, wanker. Maybe if you weren't so bloody TOUCHY, people would actually believe you when you say you aren't gay. But with your reaction, how can we think you're straight?
Have your sexual crisis somewhere else, you miserable sod.
Oh, of course I know you love me. And as I said, if you decide that you prefer wizards to witches, I'll still love you loads. I understand about you having a personal crisis. When you have seven brothers, there's a crisis of some sort going on all the time. When things begin to straighten out (no pun intended), just let me know, but until then, I'm always here to talk to.
Have I told you lately that I love you? And I'm not just trying to prove my heterosexuality. Or, um, tell you that I fancy you. 'Cos, mate, I just don't think of you like that. Not that you're not fanciable. You're gorgeous, and Ron's a lucky man.
Er. What I mean is, thanks. For, you know, caring and, um...things.
Want to go sit and have a cuppa on the astronomy tower? I really need to talk.
What do you mean? I don't have "shirtlifter" written all over me....do I?
Well, that clears things up. Right, back to my own bloody business.
Clears things up my arse, actually, and I could never stay in my own business. I know you're going through a sexual crisis, Potter, but putting it in big letters is not really convincing...
...and I know you're confused so I'll leave you alone.
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Have your sexual crisis somewhere else, you miserable sod.
And who the fuck is Freud?
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You great arseing twat. The fact that your boyfriend might be going away doesn't mean you have to be an utter git.
Muggle psychologist-thinger. Thought everyone's problems were a direct result of sex, and, um...size. You know.
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Clear as mud.
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Yeah. I'll go the usual girl, mushy route and just tell you to be true to who you are. It's the only way you'll be happy.
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I think you've been chatting it up with Malfoy a bit too much. His utter and extreme pouf-ness has rubbed off on you. Silly lad.
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Yeah, he's like a disease, that one. A blond, boy-snogging disease.
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Oh, posh. He's not that bad.
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Well, if you need anyone to talk to or anything... I'm always here.
For some reason I knew this was coming...
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Er. What I mean is, thanks. For, you know, caring and, um...things.
Want to go sit and have a cuppa on the astronomy tower? I really need to talk.
What do you mean? I don't have "shirtlifter" written all over me....do I?
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Sure, I'll meet you there.
No, just lately, as in these past months, I've had a feeling you were a little confused.
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Clears things up my arse, actually, and I could never stay in my own business. I know you're going through a sexual crisis, Potter, but putting it in big letters is not really convincing...
...and I know you're confused so I'll leave you alone.
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Thanks.
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