At the Burrow, Ron spent most of his times watching Harry, making sure he wasn't saying anything to Mr. or Mrs. Weasley.

"Are you going to tell Mum and Dad soon?" said a voice behind Ron one evening while Ron sat on the couch staring at the brightly decorated Christmas tree. Shadows in the living room loomed over him from the lights off it. Christmas had been the day before, but the tree hadn't been taken down. Mrs. Weasley had sensed tension in her son and his friends so she thought leaving the decorations up might lighten their stress.

"They're in the kitchen now," added a similar but different voice.

"Alone," continued the first voice.

The twins left over the couch, landing on either side of him.

"We'll help," spoke George, "Since you seem to be avoiding Harry and Hermione."

"Just Harry," said Ron quietly, "He's mad at me."

"Why?" asked Fred, seeming shocked.

"He saw me with…"

"A boyfriend?" asked George, "Draco, perhaps?"

Ron groaned.

"He told you?" he asked, looking at Fred.

Fred and George nodded in unison.

"He is quite upset," added George. Ron turned to look at him.

"I don't get it," said the youngest boy, "He thinks being gay is abnormal? Yet he doesn't realize that being a wizard isn't abnormal? He speaks parsel tongue! That's abnormal to me! I've never called him abnormal."

"Ron," said George gently, always the gentler of the twins, "Ron…maybe he feels betrayed. Your boyfriend happens to be the person whose family tried to get Harry killed. His family killed Sirius. Even I wonder how you could ever forgive Draco's family for that."

"Because he's not the one that did it," said Ron, "I don't know why Harry can't see that! Draco's not the one that did it. He's not like his family!"

"How can you be so sure?" demanded Fred, but not in a harsh tone.

"If Draco was like his family he wouldn't be able to see past the fact that I was a Weasley…would he?"

The twins were forced to silence by the truth in that statement.

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"Mum…" said Ron, entering the kitchen, followed by Fred and George, "Dad?"

He was shaking. This was a lot more difficult to tell his own parents rather than the boys in his dorm, or Hermione.

"Yes, Dear?" said his mother, setting down her glass of tea and looking up at him. His father did the same thing.

Ron sat down in a chair and tried looking at them, but found himself looking in other directions.

"He has to tell you something," said Fred, sitting down beside Ron and George sitting across from them, "And its serious."

"But stressful," added George quickly, "So…"

Ron stared at the table where his hands lay, shaking.

"Go on," urged Fred.

Silence.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a few people walking down the steps, but then tensed hen he saw that those people were Harry and Hermione. Harry stopped talking when he entered the kitchen and saw the situation. A knowing and scary look fell across his face.

"What's up?" he asked Ron with a smirk as he walked past him to get a glass of water.

Ron stared back down at his hands and then slid them into his lap in a way that might remind you of a dog crouching and tucking his tail between his legs.

"Harry, Hermione," said George firmly, "Can you give us some privacy?"

"Oh he hasn't said anything yet?" asked Harry innocently, "Well let me save you some time-"

"Shut up," snapped Fred with a sharp glare at Harry that did no good.

"Ron's gay," continued Harry, "And he has a boyfriend. And not only that, his boyfriend is Draco Malfoy."

Dead silence. Ron couldn't look at his parents.

"Harry!" Hermione admonished quietly, "I cannot believe you just did that."

The twins shared identical glares as they looked over at Harry. Ron got up from the table and left through the back door in the kitchen.

Fred and George got up and walked out. Harry left the kitchen calmly with Hermione following him. As they walked up the stairs, Ginny was walking down. She paused when she heard Hermione said angrily,

"How could you do that to Ron? Just because you hate the fact that he's supposedly 'abnormal' doesn't mean you have to be that horrible to your best friend!"

"If he's my best friend then how can you explain how he could do something like that to me?" Harry exclaimed. They had stopped going upwards now and were glaring at each other.

"Something like what?" Hermione asked sharply.

"How could he be going out with Malfoy?"

Ginny froze. Ron was going out with Malfoy? She knew something wasn't quite right with her brother but she didn't know that it was because he was gay. And if he was gay she would expect him to be dating Harry…who didn't seem so keen on the fact that Ron was gay.

"He can because he doesn't need your permission on who to love, Harry!" Hermione said, she wanted to slap Harry but she couldn't bring herself to do it, "He doesn't need your permission on anything!"

"His family is out to kill me, Hermione!" Harry shouted, "How can you be so sure that Malfoy isn't trying to get to me through Ron?"

"Can you imagine Draco pretending to be gay just to do something like that?"

"Yes!"

"Can you really?"

Silence. Ginny was standing around the corner on the stairwell waiting for Harry to answer. But he didn't. Instead, he walked the rest f the way up the stairs, only glancing at Ginny momentarily. Ginny walked down a few more steps before she saw Hermione sitting on the stairs with tears in her eyes. Obviously stressed out by this whole situation.

Outside, Ron was sitting inside the old barn by his house, shivering against the frigid air, surprised that his own tears were freezing to his face. The twins sat on either side of him, waiting for someone to say something.

"Have you talked to Harry about the relationship?" Fred asked finally, "Between you and Malfoy?"

"I haven't talked to anyone about it," Ron replied quietly, "There's not much to talk about."

"Talk to us about it," said George, "Then talk to Harry about it. If he understood it maybe he wouldn't be so against it."

"I'll go get him," said Fred without another word from anybody.

"So tell me," said George.

Ron sighed and then said,

"We talk. We talk a lot. But its hard to get a chance to meet without Harry or Hermione being suspicious."

"Do you kiss?" George asked slyly.

Ron turned slightly red and nodded.

"Not a lot," he said quickly, "Just sometimes."

George stared at him appraisingly.

"Okay," admitted Ron, grinning with embarrassment, "We probably kiss more than we talk. We've never gone farther than that though. It's still awkward."

George laughed, but not harshly. Soon Fred returned, practically dragging Harry into the barn.

"Talk," he ordered Ron.


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