Happiness

A/N: not mine, of course. sadly :(...

Harry laid his head back against the burrow, his long slender body just slightly hidden in the shade. He had his eyes closed. His memory's eye kept picturing what he wished he could have most. He sighed dreamily and then yawned. It had been a long day. A long day of dealing with the Weasleys. A long day of school shopping and cleaning. It had seemed like this day would never end. Now at least he got his break. "Harry."

Oh god. No more. Harry sighed and opened his eyes. When he did though, he saw someone he was least expecting. "George?" Harry asked warily. He had never gotten the twins wrong before, but there was no way Harry could answer that he just knew. George just had this way about him. A smile that showed exactly eight teeth, where Fred's showed ten. The cheeks that puffed up just a tinier bit more when he talked. And just a feeling. A feeling Harry had but could not explain. It was like George had a different aura around him and Harry could feel it.

"Hullo Harry." George said with a grin. "Mind if I come sit with you?"

Harry smiled lightly, but quickly hid it by biting his lip and nodding. "Of course." He patted the ground next to him. "Why would I mind?"

"I dunno." George grinned and sat down next to Harry, putting his knees up and placing his head on his knees. Harry got the feeling something was wrong.

"Are you ok George?" Harry asked, his face showing pure interest he knew George could not see.

George shook his head and Harry realized George was sniffling. Is he crying?

"Well I am here if you wish to talk." Harry said and laid his head back again sighing.

George lifted his head up and Harry could see the tears in his eyes. He reached over and wiped the tears from his eyes. George looked surprised, but not overly-so. George reached up and grabbed Harry's hand. He lowered it and kissed the hand. "Thank you Harry."

Harry's eyes widened. He pulled his hand back and looked at it, in shock. George looked down, his eyes still full of tears. "Sorry Harry. I shouldn't have done that."

Harry laughed. "Why not? I thought it was kind of sweet."

George's head turned quickly towards Harry in shock. Harry quickly took his chance while George wasn't quite thinking to kiss his lips and then go back to sitting how he was. His eyes closed so he wouldn't have to see the anger on George's face. He waited for the fist he was sure would come and hit his face. It never came. Instead a pair of lips joined his own, lifting his face and a hand clenched the hair on the back of his head in a loving manner. Harry was not only in shock, but was also mildly perplexed. Could he have been wrong all along? If George was gay… his fantasy could be real. He opened his eyes and looked at the red head. His hand went to the other boy's cheek, caressing lovingly. Their kiss did not end for quite some time. By the time it did, George was on top of him in a provocative manner. Harry knew his face was red, but he did not care. This dream was becoming reality.

George quickly got off of him and he looked down, guilt showing on his face. "I-I'm sorry Harry…"

Harry grabbed the George's collar and pulled him back over. "Do not apologize for making me happy."

The two were found two hours later, bodies covered in sweat, huddled together and asleep behind the burrow by Fred. Of course, he would not tell ;)