Hey guys :) This is going to be a five chapter fic based on a rather odd daydream I had earlier today... Enjoy :) Please review and favourite if you like it, it makes my day :)

Warning - boyxboy and girlxgirl SLASH, incest and fluff :3

Fred nuzzled Oliver's neck.

"Are you sure you want to tell them Ollie?"

"Of course Fred, we can't keep this a secret forever. Besides, they're your family. They will support us."

Fred Weasley and Oliver Wood were standing in the garden of the Burrow, discussing how to break it to the Weasleys that Fred was not only gay, but in a relationship with his former Quidditch captain. The sun was setting in the sky, casting a warm glow over where they were standing.

"But what if they don't Ollie? What if they hate me?" Fred's voice quavered as he asked Oliver the one thing that had been holding him back from telling his family.

Oliver pulled out of the hug the smaller boy had him in and put his finger under Fred's chin, forcing him to look up at him.

"You listen to me right now, Frederick Gideon Weasley. Your family will love you no matter what and you know it. If this is because you're ashamed of being with me-"

Instantly, Oliver felt bad when he saw the tears beginning to slide down Fred's flawless face.

"I could never be ashamed of you Oliver! I just...I just..."

Oliver pulled Fred into a gentle embrace.

"I know Freddie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

Both the ginger and the brunette were quiet for a while, the tears still falling silently down Fred's face. Eventually, the redhead in question piped up.

"Are we going to tell them then?" He said, determination in his eyes.

"If you are ready, Fred," Oliver replied.

He turned to go into the house but Fred stopped him by grabbing his hand.

"Oliver?"

"Yes Freddie?" Oliver smiled.

"I... I love you."

Oliver never moved so fast in his life as he rushed over to Fred and pulled him into a very passionate kiss. When he finally came up to breathe, the brunette grinned at his lover.

"I love you too Fred."

With that, the two grinning boys made their way, hand in hand, to the Burrow. Unbeknownst to them, Molly Weasley had been watching the whole scene from the kitchen window. She was delighted - her son, whom she thought would never wake from his coma after the Battle of Hogwarts, was very much alive and had found someone he loved. She had seen the way the pair had stolen quick glances at each other at the dinner table and was delighted that her suspicions were correct. Oliver was such a lovely boy as well.

She decided, however, not to mention it until they told them all.