The Day He Told Them

                                    

                                          
AN// Hey there Nix here! This is my first Tomarry story. Prewarning, this will have a lot of swearing. 
                          
Enjoy!💜
                          
3rd Person POV
                          
Harry woke up feeling nervous, he had been planning for this day for a long while now. What was so important about today? Well, Harry was planing to tell his bestfriends, Hermione Granger- a girl with brown, frizzy hair- and Ron Weasley- a boy who was tall and has ginger hair- that he was a little.
                          
He walked unhurriedly down the dorm stairs and into the common room, breathing out deeply. "Ron, 'Mione? Can I talk to you for a sec?" He asked quietly, fidgeting in nervousness.
                          
"Sure, mate. What's up?" Ron replied, wondering why Harry seemed so nervous.
                          
Harry sat down next to his friends, explaining that he was a little and what being a little meant. He had expected for both of his friends to be supportive of him, but this was Harry Potter, after all. Luck was never on Harry Potter's side.
                          
"Harry, this isn't natural. It's just wrong. Littles are people who are just big babies and refuse to grow up. Tell me you're not being serious," the brunette scoffed, rolling her eyes. Hermione went on, starting a lecture on why littles were so 'unatural' and 'stupid'.
                          
The raven-haired boy ran up to the dorms, tears steaming down his delicate, porcaline face. The poor boy never expected for his best friend to react in such a way.
                          
"Hermione! Why would you say that? That's our best friend- Harry- you're on about!" Ron shouted, flipping Hermione off and running after his real best friend.
                          
Harry was sobbing into his pillow by this point, absolutely devastated in his fragile state. Before coming to Hogwarts, Harry had no friends to call his own. He only had himself. Now, he lost one of the only friends he ever had, one of the only friends he had ever relied on. "I thought tha' she w-wou'd unde'tand!" Harry hiccuped, his lisp prominent in his upset state.
                          
"Oh, Harry. . . It's okay, I'm here. We don't need her," Ron soothed the younger boy, rubbing his back affectionately.
                          
"But it's fucking not! Hermione hates me now! How is that okay?" Harry snapped, looking up at Ron with tear stained, red cheeks and swollen eyes.
                          
The cruel girl downstairs had only one thought while all that was going on: She needed to find Malfoy and Parkinson.
                          
AN// Hi, again! I have nothing agaisnt littles, they are adorable. Anyway, cya! 
                          
~Nix.