A/N: So... I've been sitting at my computer for a half hour, starting this over and over and over, trying all different pairings and prompts, but it's just not working out. I've done Drarry, Dramione, Hinny, Drinny, Romione, Jily, I even ventured in to the realm of Snily! Everything I could think of, and I finally settled on this. :) Don't ask me why, but I feel like this is an amazing pairing! So... peace out and try not to hate it!

CHAPTER 1

**Harry POV**

Staying with the Weasleys used to be my favorite thing in the world to do, until I was going in to fourth year at Hogwarts. Then, things got complicated.

It started at the World Cup. Well, just before it anyways. I was struggling to paint my face red and white, for Bulgaria, and the first person to help me was Fred. He spread the paint over my cheeks and forehead, and I bit my tongue the whole time.

It just got worse as time went on. After the Match, I was walking next to Fred and George, laughing and chatting about the game... Fred grinned down at me, talking about the Irish beaters, but I wasn't really paying attention to his words.

And even later, when the camp sight had burned to the ground, Fred was the first to run and help me up from the ashes. I blushed lightly and looked up at him.

"Thanks." I said, brushing the soot off my clothes.

"No problem." He flashed his bright white smile and went to stand next to George again. I looked at the ground and bit the inside of my cheek.

For a while, everything was okay, but once we got to school, it got one-hundred times worse. Everywhere I went, Fred seemed to be there, most of the time, without George. He would just say hello, make small talk, and just walk off. It always left me confused and blushing.

And when my name came out of the Goblet, and I headed back to the common room, Fred was the first to greet me at the portrait hole with a Butterbeer and a one-armed hug. The party lasted hours and everywhere I turned, there was Fred.

Not that I minded any of this, really. I just hated that I was so shy and would never get any further than just the small conversations and smiles.

"Just tell him already." Hermione said one day. "I can tell you like him. You never know, maybe he likes you back."

"It's complicated, Mione." I sighed. "Just leave it."

In the next weeks, when Ron decided to ignore me, Fred was always there to comfort me.

"He'll come around." He assured one morning, just a few days before the first task. "He's Ron. Don't worry about it." He gave me a quick, one-armed hug and went off to sit with Lee and George.

The day of the task, Fred seemed anxious and fidgety.

"Why are you nervous?" I chuckled shakily. "I'm the one fighting a dragon."

He managed a weak laugh and we all headed down to the giant arena they had built for the task. I waved at the group as they walked off, but Fred hesitated.

"Hey, Harry?" He said, turning towards me.

"Yeah?" I bit my tongue and shifted around on my feet.

"Er, g-good luck." He smiled weakly and I returned it.

"Yeah... thanks." I went inside the Champions tent, my ears bright red.

That night, at the party, I was just sitting in front of the fire, staring at the Golden Egg. I heard footsteps and Fred sank down on the sofa next to me with a sigh.

"Great job." He grinned and I looked at him for a moment.

"Thanks." I mumbled to my hands and stared back at the fire.

"Is something wrong?" He turned towards me and furrowed his eyebrows. I shrugged and shook my head slowly.

"I'm just... confused."

"'Bout what? Maybe I can help you out?" He flashed his bright, warm smile again and I prayed that I wasn't blushing. I probably was.

"Eh... I don't know..." I saw Hermione behind Fred, staring at me with the Look of Death. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Actually, yeah. You can help me out." I gulped and bit my lip.

"Alright. What is it?" He moved an inch closer to me.

"Er... well, you know about my, er, realization." I looked him in the eye and it took a moment before he realized what I meant.

"Oh, er, yeah. You know it's no big deal." He shrugged and smiled at me.

"Well, erm, I-I like... a guy..." I stammered and looked back at the floor.

"Really?" He said excitedly. "Who is he?" I blushed and looked at the Golden Egg again. Would I really be able to tell him? If he rejected me, I don;t know what I would do. But on the other hand, if he liked me back... how would my life change? Would Ron hate me again? Would George abandon his brother? Everything was at chance, just for my happiness... I frowned.

"Er... I-I... um..." I sighed. "I can't tell you."