Harry sat nonchalantly with Hedwig. She let out a low hoot of satisfaction before turning he head like clockwork to face their company. Ron sat quietly, unable to look Harry in the eyes: he had just been into his own home, and a fight had broken out. "Harry… I told them about us."
The wizard who lived stiffened, before relaxing as his spectacle clad eyes settled against Hedwig's feathers. "I knew that Ginny wouldn't take it well, but I didn't except you to return here like this… I kind of hoped they'd accept it."
"Mum and Dad did," confirmed Ron, "And I think Fred and George did in their own way too, with jokes… It felt good to not be shunned, but the way Ginny looked at me was as if I had told her she couldn't ever see you again or attend Hogwarts."
"She knows I'll always be here," soothed Harry, "I'm just not inclined to girls."
Letting out what sounded between a sob and a chuckle, Ron allowed his hand to travel over the Harry's. "When did you know?"
"When we both decided that Hermoine wasn't sexually attractive," Harry joked, lacing his fingers with Ron's. A smile graced his features as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the red head's cheek before rising to his feet. "We'll get through this, together."