So, to repay you for the length between the last two, here is another one!

It seems like everyone has a complicated relationship with someone right now. How are they all doing? Full story summary can be found in Chapter One : Revelations.

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Chapter Ten : Complex Relationships

"No, George. You have to officially break up with Lissee before we can be together. I keep telling you that," Hermione said in a huff.

She didn't see why George hadn't just broken it off with her already. It had been a whole day! Okay, so maybe that wasn't a very long time, but George kept trying to kiss her and hold her hand and… It just wasn't fair to the other girl. Granted, the other girl was kind of ditzy and a complete bimbo, but she was still a person.

"Okay, 'Mione. I'll go find her and break it off right now, okay? Then can I kiss you again?" George pouted like a child.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She was so excited. She had had a thing for George Weasely for a little over a year now, and it seemed like a dream come true to have him wanting to be with her as well. George stood and sauntered over to where she was sitting, kneeling before her and taking her hand in his. He brought it to his lips treating it to a sloppy, wet kiss that left her squealing and seeking his robes out to wipe her hand off on. He took his chance and grabbed her arm, succeeding in knocking her off balance.

He tilted her face toward his with a single finger, smiling just before he caressed her lips with the thumb of the same hand. Their faces were inches apart. Their noses were almost touching. Hermione could feel her lips tingle as his warm breath coursed across her skin. She shivered. She stood tall on her tip toes, struggling to close the remaining distance between them and capture his lips with her own. He kissed the tip of her nose and put a finger to his lips.

"Uh uh. You said so yourself. It's not fair to Lissee."

His eyes twinkled as he watched Hermione, speechless for once, turn on her heel and head towards the girls' dorms. He chuckled to himself and then took a deep breath. He left through the portrait hole and stalked off in search of a ditzy, blonde Ravenclaw who was about to be having a really bad day.

"What's the matter with you, Potty Wee Potter?" Draco sneered. "Where have your friends been these last couple of days?"

Draco couldn't help snagging any chance he had to torment Potter and his friends, and Potter was almost making it too easy this time. When Draco had entered the empty -- so he thought -- classroom, he had every intention of sneaking a bit of his father's fire whiskey that he had hidden in his robes. He had chanced upon the very classroom Harry was choosing to hide in.

"Shove off, Malfoy" was Harry's response, though there was no enthusiasm behind it. "I'm not really in the mood, okay?"

Draco laughed, but it was only to cover his temporary inability to speak. He had never seen Potter so dejected before.

"Yeah, like you could be so lucky," Draco replied, though he had noticed how Potter had flinched at the mention of his friends. "Why don't you just call Stranger and the Weasel? They'll help you, I'm sure."

Harry just shrugged and resumed cleaning his wand. Draco could tell it was just something to keep his hands busy. He sighed. This was absolutely no fun.

"Fine, Potter. What's the matter?"

Harry looked up sharply, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Ha! Like I would talk to you about it, Malfoy. Like I would talk to you about anything."

Draco sniffed arrogantly and spun around, fully prepared to leave until he heard something he had never before heard. Potter speaking his given name.

"Draco, wait… I'm sorry. I don't mean to take it out on you. Everything is just so fucked up right now," Harry started.

"What did you call me, Potter?"

"Er-- Malfoy?"

"No. No, you didn't. You called me Draco," he muttered, still in shock.

Harry's cheeks flushed with color. Had he? He had taken to calling the other boy that in his mind, but he had never slipped up verbally before.

"Well, that is your name, isn't it?"

Draco didn't answer. He simply stared into those dazzling green eyes. He had never really looked at Harry before. He had never had a reason to. Perhaps it was the vulnerability he read there. Maybe it was the pain in his voice. Or hell, maybe it was just because he liked the way his name sounded coming out from between his full lips. He sat beside Harry, and kissed him. It wasn't a kiss like any other Harry had ever had and was one that he was not likely to forget.

People don't see fireworks when they kiss someone. People don't hear music, or angels or trumpets blaring in their ears. Time doesn't stop. Nothing blurs into the background. The rest of the world doesn't disappear when people kiss. It just isn't reality. But it all happened to Draco. All of that, and more. Nothing existed aside from Harry's lips and the way they moved, almost hesitantly, over his own. He felt Harry's teeth against his lip as he nipped at it playfully, drawing just a spot of blood. They drew that coppery taste into their kiss as their tongues met and Draco moaned in pleasure.

That seemed to wake Harry up.

"Wait, Draco -- er, Malfoy --"

Draco cut him off.

"It's Draco."

"Er, right. Well, Draco, can I ask what the hell you think you are doing?"

Draco smiled, brushing one more chaste kiss across his swollen lips.

"Something I think we have both wanted for a very long time," he whispered.

Harry thought for a moment. He was so quiet. It was starting to scare Draco just a little bit. What would he do if Harry suddenly rejected him?

"Harry, please just don't think about it. There's nothing wrong with this…"

Harry liked the sound of his name in that smooth drawl.

"Hell, it seems like I don't know where I stand with anyone these days," he allowed before pulling Draco's lips back to his own.

Ron awoke later that morning, or was it afternoon? Evening? The shadows were lengthening and the sun seemed to be sitting low in the sky. The first thing he realized was that he didn't remember any nightmares from his lengthy nap. The second thing was that he was still naked as the day he was born. The third was that there was a warm, cozy body snuggled up against him underneath the quilt and it was as naked as his own. He stifled a scream and jumped out of bed. His hands started to shake as he locked his eyes on the form before him, struggling to recognize who it was.

Fred's eyes were watching him cautiously. He hadn't moved since Ron had awoken, but he had been awake and watching him sleep for a couple of hours now. He mumbled incoherently in his sleep, only rarely speaking clearly. When he did, Fred struggled to decipher his words so as to ascertain what he was dreaming of. It pleased him that his name had been among those words more often than not, and always in good context.

"Ronnie? Are you okay, baby brother?"

Fred's voice seemed to help Ron snap back to reality. He visibly relaxed.

"Yeah, sorry. It's just still… hard to get used to. You know? Well, I suppose you don't, but it is."

"No, I know what you mean, Ron. Now come back to bed, it's freezing in here."

Fred held the covers open for him as he slid back into the comforting warmth of his brother's arms. He felt Fred's soft lips against his forehead as he cuddled close into his embrace. Despite everything else, Ron didn't think that he could have been happier than he was in just that moment. He knew they would have to talk about it sooner or later, so why not start it off well?

"Fred, thank you for coming home with me. I… It seems… Bloody hell, I won't try to fancy it up. You make me happy in a period of my life that I couldn't imagine feeling like that. Nothing can make me smile like you can. I… I meant it when I said I love you."

Fred listened quietly. It was everything he yearned to hear, and nothing that would make anything easier. Regardless of how they felt about one another, it was wrong. What would the community say? The school? Their family? Then he looked into Ron's beautiful, blue eyes and forgot about everything else.

"I love you, too, Ronnie. I mean that. This… You and I… It's complicated."

"We can figure everything else out later, Fred. I just need this. I need you. Everything else will come in time."

Fred nodded. Hesitating, and still just a bit surprised at Ron's lack of inhibitions, when his little brother reached up for a kiss. Then, Fred decided that Ron was right. To hell with everything else. They had each other, that's all that mattered. Right? He lost himself in that kiss, a new sweetness stealing over them as they realized for the first time what this kiss meant.

Harry and Draco? Hermione and George? Fred and Ron? What happens when they all find out about each other? And what will George say about Ron and Fred's relationship? Find out in the next chapter!

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