Disclaimer (applies for all chapters): I own nothing but the humble plot. I bow down to all that is JK Rowling. She's my idol. T

So, this is my first ever fanfic. And I wanted to do it on something that was not normally done. I mean I've read a lot of different pairings. And I thought I'd get a little creative. So, this one about Fred and Harry. I personally haven't seen many of these. So, yes this is a SLASH fic. Boy on Boy. So if you don't like it. You've been warned. So NO FLAMES. Thank you for reading this. And if you feel you have any constructive criticism, it would be greatly appreciated and well received. So without further ado, I present a Weasley Love Story.


"George, can you grab another box of Canary Creams from the back?" Fred called to his brother.

"Why can't you get it?" George replied.

"I'm a little busy here," grinned Fred from a group of girls that were currently enveloping him.

Busy my arse, thought George as he smirked and headed to the backroom that served as storage.

It was another successful, busy day at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. And while George was pleased about that, he couldn't feel the same way towards Fred's behavior of late. Fred seemed to always surround himself with the finer specimens of the fairer sex. Clearly, George thought, he was trying to overshadow that he wasn't interested in women. Not sexually anyway. Fred made a good show it, but George knew that Fred in fact flew for the home team. Another trait that George shared with this twin. But George also knew that Fred was fooling himself in thinking that flirting girls was a way to "turn around". Fred was not new to the game, and should know better than that little delusion.

George grabbed the box of confections and headed back to the front, continuing his pondering. Another thought bubble surfaced. A bubble in the shape of a particular person that he knew Fred fancied. Fred was keen towards a certain lad that would surely get him in trouble with most of the Wizarding Community. Fred liked the one person that had stopped the epitome of all that was dark. He fancied the boy that had been like a member of the Weasley family for eight years. Fred in fact liked one Harry Potter, "Golden Boy" of the Wizarding World.

As George walked back in the mayhem that was their shop, he wasn't aware that said boy—well, man now—was intently watching his brother smiling at the girls around him, as they laughed at one of his witty remarks. If George had noticed Harry, he would have seen the look of utter concentration that was pronounced on the younger boy's face as he studied Fred's actions.

Harry had been infatuated by Fred since his fourth year, when Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball. He was surprised to feel his skin flush and his stomach uneasy. He connected this with the fact that he was envious of his fellow teammate. He indeed went with Parvati to the Ball, but he kept an inconspicuous eye on the duo throughout the night.

He had realized that he may in fact be gay, but it wasn't until he saw Angelina and Fred together that he knew not only was he like blokes, but he was attracted to his best friend's older brother.

Now, eighteen-year-old Harry was watching the guy he had been secretly in love with for almost five years. By now, most of the Wizarding World knew that Harry had come out. Though not really by his will. For those who had read the Daily Prophet that morning had seen the article and picture of his tryst with one of his teammates of Puddlemere United. As if that wasn't a surprise, the fact that he'd been caught with Oliver Wood sealed the deal of shocking all of his admirers, especially his female ones.

This was why Harry was currently staring at Fred. Trying to see if there were any indications that he knew about his and Oliver's exposure. Based on his behavior, Harry deciphered that he didn't. He frowned. That would have made this easier. For not only did he know that Fred and George were both gay as well, but that Fred had had a crush on him also. With that thought and hung shoulders, Harry pushed through the crowd and out onto the streets of Diagon Alley.

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What Harry didn't know was that unlike his brother, Fred had noticed him there. And that was precisely why Fred was currently surrounded by a mob of estrogen. He had seen Harry come in and didn't think he could deal with being in the near vicinity of the boy without stammering and making a complete fool of himself. He had always been able to keep together his charade of being the funny, relatively uninvolved best friend's brother. But that changed during his sixth year when Harry gave George and him the Galleons to start their shop. He and George had both been very grateful, but there was an extra incentive behind Fred's gushiness. That was the day he fell in love with Harry Potter.

Fred looked up from the group of blushing girls to the crowd that was slowly dissipating. He scanned it to realize that Harry was no longer among the customers. He let out of sigh of relief and turned his attention to his brother. He was helping a few of the remaining customers. He then looked up at the clock—5 minutes until closing.

"Well ladies, thank you for coming in. But, we're about to close," he said, earning him a few "awws" and pouty lips. After they left the store, a few giving them their owl post address, George locked the front door and joined him at the counter where Fred was counting the day's profits.

"So, how did we do today?" George asked.

"About 1000 Galleons worth." Fred replied. "So did you see Harry?"

"He was here?" Fred nodded, not saying anything.

"I didn't see him. Must have been too busy stocking," George said casting him a pointed glare. "Because someone was too busy vainly flirting with all the lasses that came in. So, how big is your fan club now, Fred?

"Don't, George," Fred said crossly. "You know that I was only talking to them so that Harry wouldn't come over. I can't be around him right now. I'll do something I'd regret. Did you read the Prophet this morning?"

"No."

Fred reached behind the counter and pulled out the paper. He turned around and handed it to George. George read the headline crossing the top of the page: Boy-Who-Lived Outted. Under it was a photograph of Harry and Oliver kissing in an alleyway beside the Three Broomsticks. Harry and Oliver were caught by a flash, jerked apart, and looked at the camera. Both blushed, but Harry put his face in his hands, shaking his head in what seemed to be disbelief and embarrassment.

"Oh Merlin," gasped George.

"Yeah, the poor boy. It's one thing to have your sexuality known to the world; it's another thing for it to be front-page news. Harry can't catch a damn bit of slack. You think that with him defeating You-Know—oh blimey, Voldemort, that they'd grant him peace to try to get a life together. But no, they have to thrust forth the most intimate and private detail of his life for the whole bloody Wizarding World to see and judge!" Fred exclaimed, raising this voice with every sentence.

"Oliver Wood? Did you know he was gay?"

"No. But what they hell does that have to do with anything?" Fred asked angrily.

"A lot, as it seems that's who Harry was kissing." replied George.

"That's not the point. The point is…ugh!" Fred grunted angrily and then sat down in a chair looking at the floor. When he looked back up, his face was that of desperation. "Do you thinking Harry likes him?" he asked solemnly.

George put a hand on his shoulder. "I honestly don't know. But you know there's only one way to find out. Talk to him."

Fred's face turned incredulous. "Have you lost your bloody mind? I can't face him. That's why I was talking to those girls. I saw him come in and didn't want an awkward situation of my tripping over my words and making a complete blunder of myself."

"Oh that's why. I thought you were trying to…never mind." Fred just looked at him, about to ask what he was going to say; but decided against it.

"The situation's not that easy. I mean, it's not like he knows I'm—we're—gay. Could you imagine how that conversation would go: 'Hey Harry. Did you know that I like blokes? You didn't? Well, here's another dozy—I love you!' Yeah George that would go over really well!" Fred exclaimed jumping up and going to the back room.

George followed him warily. "Okay Fred. I'm sorry. You do have a point. But have you ever thought that there was a possibility he felt the same way?"

"And how would I know that?"

"Well, Ginny might have mentioned something…" Fred interrupted him.

"What! You've been holding back information from me? You're my brother and you failed to mention that he possibly liked me? Why would you do that?"

"Because I knew you'd react this way! Come on. You really need to talk to him. I've seen the way he looks at you. Hell, even Ron and Hermione have noticed it."

"And Ron's not mad?"

"He's not exactly thrilled about the idea of his best friend liking his brother, but give Ron some credit. He's very loyal to his friends. I mean, he's been stupid before in the past to let petty things get in the way of friendship. He's really grown up."

"And we still pick on him like he's our little brother."

"Yeah, he's not little Ickle Ronniekins anymore. So, you gonna talk to Harry?"

"I guess. But only if you're there for me."

"When have I ever not been there for you?" George asked, smiled, and pulled his brother in a hug. Fred suddenly felt that things were going to be okay—no matter what Harry's reaction may be.


So, how was that? I know it's so cliche to say it, but I'm a bit proud of myself on this. I have a few other stories up in the air and wanted to see what everyone thought of my writing style. I'd have to say, it's a bit hard to write without going OC. And I'm sorry if the twins seemed to be that way. This a bit of a serious situation. And you'll see why later in the story. Until then, please review. After all, that's what helps an author along. Especially a beginning one such as myself. Thank you for reading. Stay tuned!