DISCLAIMER: I take no part in the ownership of any of JK Rowlings characters. I merly love to torture them with gay pairings and Ginny bashing.
It had been almost 4 years to the day when Harry walked into the Forbidden Forrest, in the fight to save the world at Hogwarts against Lord Voldemort. That day would forever be immortalized in his life, and in his mind. In the last four years, Harry had been working very hard to become the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. But today he knew that he would be late.
In the last few years, Harry still had a hard time going to dinner at his adopted family, the Weasley's. Ron and his family had been there from day one, right from the moment that he stepped on to the platform to get to Hogwarts. They were the family that he wished he had, instead of his Muggle relatives, who gave him the least of attention and treated him like a stray animal that they couldn't get rid of. Harry looked up at his mirror across from his dresser, after putting his glasses on, and looking at his hair, and then deciding against even trying to bother with it, he deiced that he was ready to face the family. And in a loud CRACK, he Disapparated.
Harry Apparated right at the beginning of the walkway towards the Burrow. He looked up at the remodeled house. It had been burned down by Bellatrix Lestrange, and Molly had never looked at it the same since. It had been defiled, and ruined. Harry could already anticipate the atmosphere of the room. There would be one less Weasley than there should be, not to mention the countless others who gave their life in the fight against Voldemort. But hopefully, he could tell them all his good news and lift their spirits somewhat and distract them. Harry had reached the door, and walked through the door, and when he got inside, he was welcomed with something that he was not expecting. There was a banner with "Congratulations Harry" written across it, and streamers and confetti. He couldn't help but smile, and look over at Mrs. Weasley, whom was also smiling.
"Congratulations Harry dear," she said to him beaming with pride. It had been a while since he felt the warmth of being around loved ones, always working, not to mention still having spells fired at him from day to day.
In the surprise of everything, Harry searched for words, but couldn't find them fast enough. "But, how- how did you," he was cut off by Ron who had just entered the room, looking at Harry with a grin on his face, a grin that Harry had longed to see for weeks.
"Dad. He heard the news before you did, and rushed to tell us, so we could surprise you." Ron threw Harry a small package, that he assumed was to be opened away from Mrs. Weasley. He stuffed it into his pocket and thanked Ron, and then turned to Molly. "You didn't have to do anything. You know that I'm one to not make a big fuss out of anything about me."
She smiled and nodded her head, spouting off about how he was still one of the most humblest wizards that she knew. He blushed at that, and then followed Ron up to his old room, while they waited on dinner. As the boys reached the inside of the room, Harry closed the door behind them. When he turned around he was met with lips and a kiss strong enough to stupefy a dragon. Ron apparently couldn't have waited for Harry to even make it to the bed. Harry kissed the soft ginger's lips back, and then forced him back a few feet, by tickling his sides. "Alright, alright. I get it! I understand that you missed me."
"Missed you? You might as well be dating your work as much as I bloody well don't get to see you." Ron pouted as he sat in the chair that was now is his room. Harry smiled at him. Ron was always so cute when he blushed. Harry grabbed at his arms, pulling the other boy into a warm embrace.
"I know I work a lot, and it's not that I don't want to see you, because believe me, I do. But with this new promotion, I'll be able to get a bigger place, or buy out the one next to Grimmauld Place, and then you will be able to live with me."
The easily excitable ginger looked up at Harry, as if Harry has just said that the Easter Bunny, and Santa Clause were both real and on their way. "Do you really mean it, because living here wiff mum is getting a bit…well you know how she gets mate. She means well, but sometimes, well she drives me mad."
Harry could do nothing but smile and kiss his best friend, and his boyfriend. Happy that after all of those years of hiding it; waiting months on end, just for a single few hours, that he could now hold his lover in his arms. The dark haired boy looked at Ron. "So does your mother know about you and I, or even about Ginny and Hermione?"
The look on Ron's face summed up the answer for Harry. His face was stark white, and it looked like his soul was being sucked out by a dementor. Harry laughed and kissed the top of his head. "I'll take that as a no; although, you might want to get a move on it, seeing as how if you don't tell her tonight, I will." Harry laughed as Ron jabbed at his side. Harry reached into his pocket, and took out the present from Ron, and eyed it questioningly, and then opened it. He blushed when he read the cover of the pocket sized book. The karma sutra for gay wizards was the title. And all Harry could do was laugh a bit, and then be thankful that he had not opened it in front of Mrs. Weasley. He would rather already have dinner made, instead of having to test his food to see if it's poisoned.
It was not long before Molly had called the boys down to the dinner table. Arthur, Percy, George, Ginny and Hermione were all gathering and getting ready to sit down at the table. The boys thundered down the stairs, and sat down next to each other, like they had done all the years before. As everyone was sitting, Harry got the feeling that everyone knew about everyone, and who they were dating except for Mrs. Weasley. The air was thick with secrets, and he couldn't stand lying to a woman that he had come to love like a mother.
Just as she had bewitched all the plates to appear in front of everyone Harry did something….well that wasn't going to please Ron one bit. He was going to ruin dinner. And seeing as how Ron loved to eat, well he wasn't going to be taking this very well at all. "Uhm.. Mrs. Weasley?" It was strange. The nervousness that rang out in his voice, somewhat of a child that has done something terribly wrong in their eyes, and was about to tattle on themselves. She smiled at him, with the glint in her eyes, the kinda you only got from someone who really cared for you.
"Yes deary?" she looked hopefully happy, and you could tell she was straining to make this a very non-fred related event. She wanted to be happy, and here Harry was, about to destroy their relationship.
"Well, there was something that I wanted to tell you." Harry looked around the room, and everyone was looking the other way, eyes avoiding contact with his, all except Ron, who was just about as white as the cream from a crème filled doughnut. He looked like he was trying to form sentences, but it wasn't working. That happened a lot with Ron. But it was one of the many things that Harry loved about him. Hermione, as far as Harry could tell, was grasping Ginny's hand under the table, while, George for once, was keeping his mouth shut, which Harry was thankful for.
He took a deep breath, his wand only a finger length away from his hand, just in case, and he blurted it out, in a very non-rehearsed manner. "I'm dating, and in love with your son."
It took only a few seconds, but before he knew it, Ron stood by his side, wand out, and had to shout Protego to protect Harry from the curse that his mother sent his way. Ginny and Hermione Disapparated from the table, back to their apartment, George and Percy probably went to a bar to laugh together at all that had just happened, and Arthur was there still with the boys, trying to reason with Molly. "Its FILTH! Disgusting! AN OUTRAGE!" she shouted at the boys, and at Arthur, and then poked her husband in the chest with her wand. "AND YOU! YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? IF I didn't love you SO DAMNED MUCH I WOULD KILL YOU WHERE YOU STOOD!"
"Yes but Molly, dear, you have to understand.." And she cut him off right there and started her rant again. "UNDERSTAND? UNDERSTAND? You want me to UNDERSTAND how my son, my baby boy, can be a wand sucking, blimbering idiot!" Arthur looked at the boys sympathetically, and mouthed that they should go.
Before they could Disapparate, Harry heard her say, "Any day, but today. ANY DAY Arthur. But not today." Harry could feel his stomach lurch forward as the Apparated from the Burrow to the front door of Number 13 Grimmauld Place. He knew he was in for it before they even walked in the door. He could tell by the look on Ron's face that they were going to have a bit of a go before things got settled in this house or the previous..
Ron slumped down on the couch, and wouldn't even look Harry in the eyes as the dark haired boy tried to talk to him. "I'm sorry Ron. It just, came out. I couldn't even help it. My mind went on auto pilot." Harry crossed the room and went to sit down on the couch closest to the chair.
Ron rolled his eyes, and started on Harry. "You bloody well let the wizard out of the bag ya' did. I doubt we will even hear from my mum for a while after that. I haven't seen her explode like that since Percy left." Ron sighed and looked over at Harry, who was obviously distraught over what he had just put Mrs. Weasley through. "Harry…Harry look at me." Ron gabbed him and kissed him. "It will be fine. She'll come round, she always does. Sometimes its just takes her a bit longer. I mean with Fred gone and George still single, and Percy already out, mom only has me and Ginny to look at for grand children.."
Harry was still pouting, but happy that he now had Ron staying with him…for god knew how long. That night the two of them didn't even have sex, it was still a bit too awkward, thinking of Molly thinking about them and what they might be doing, nevertheless, Harry slept almost soundly, while Ron snored, and spooned him.
The next morning, it was a new day in Harry's eyes. He took a shower, and got dressed, and made breakfast for him and Ron. Ron stirred from the smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs. He came down stairs, only in his boxers, sporting something that had still not gone down, and he was rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Mornin'" he yawned and slumped down in the chair as Harry put his plate in front of him. "Smells good." Ron looked up at Harry almost surprised. "I didn't know you could cook."
Harry couldn't help but to roll his eyes seeing as how Ron knew full well that Harry had grown up with the Dursleys, and that he was practically the in house bitch while he lived there. "Yeah well I didn't know that you dry humped so much in your sleep. So there!" Harry joked with him, as his fixed himself a plate and sat at the table, next to Ron.
The two of them ate in silence, Harry not wanting to see the ginger boy talk with his mouth full, and that it was still morning, and Ron was more of the silent type. When they finished Kreacher came in and cleared the dishes away, and he started working on cleaning the kitchen. Harry turned to his inherited house elf. "Kreacher, if at all pos"sible today can you help Ron get his things sorted from the Weasleys, and can you see what can be done about purchasing the house to the right of us."
Kreacher nodded, and finished his dishes, and before Harry could get out a "Thank you" the house elf disappeared with a loud pop. "Well, that settles that then," Harry smiled at Ron, and kissed him, his hand reaching into the front of the boys' boxers. "Don't do anything about that till I'm back from work." Harry kissed Ron, who had to rush to swallow the food that he was chewing before.
Harry started for the fireplace, to use the FLOO network to get to work, and then he turned once more to face Ron, "Please try not to make a mess of the place while you're at it. I don't want this place turning into our dorm room back Hogwarts." And before Ron could chuck something at Harry, he had already stepped into the fireplace, and disappeared off to work.
Ron swore his name and shouted, "Silly git." For him, it would be a while till Harry got home from the Ministry, so he decided to take a shower, and then he wrote a letter to his mom. Apologizing for the manner in which she found out, and to inform her that Kreacher would be over today to grab a few of his things. He gave the letter to Gloria, Harry's new snowy white owl, to send the letter, and then bounded up the stairs to go and take a shower.
