Two weeks later and after much trouble hiding their relationship, the boys decided to tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Harry had packed his stuff in anticipation they would kick him out. Call him a homo, or something. One day after the episode of breakfast was over, they stayed behind as everyone left to get dressed. Mr. Weasley was looking over his paper and Mrs. Weasley was setting tools to work cleaning the dishes.

Ron grabbed Harry's hand under the table. "Mum, Dad?"

"What is it Ron?" Mr. Weasley looked up at Harry and Ron inquisitively.

"Well, Harry and I have something to tell you."

Mrs. Weasley turned around, "I don't care what you boys say, you're going to school this year."

"That's not it Mum." Ron's stomach was churning, Harry was sure he was about to be sick.

"Well, what then?"

Ron looked at the table, frowning. "Um...well..."

"Out with it then." His dad looked frazzled.

"Ron and I have been dating for the past year." Harry blurted it out, scared Ron would be mad, but a quick glance assured him that Ron was relieved.

"What!" Mrs. Weasley dropped her wand and the dished fell into the sink with a loud clang.

Mr. Weasley set down his paper and appeared calm, but he was turning that amazing scarlet color only a Weasley could change to when angered.

"A year? And you waited this long to tell us?"

Ron piped up now, encouraged by his boyfriend's bravery. "We were afraid of your reaction. This reaction." Harry squeezed his hand under the table to support him.

"We...we love each other Mum. More than Harry could ever love Ginny or I could ever love Hermione."

Mrs. Weasley sat down and smoothed her skirt. "I would have expected this from Fred or George...but...not you two, never you two. What a prank."

Mr. Weasley looked confused. Then he started to giggle, "Oh, I see, it's a joke!"

"What?" Harry looked from one adult to the other, utterly befuddled. "No, no, it's not a joke. We're serious."

Mr. Weasley continued to laugh as he rose from the table. "Boys, you didn't fool us this time." He walked outside and they heard him apparate.

Mrs. Weasley's smile faded off her face. "You were serious?"

Both boys nodded in unison.

"Well, your father doesn't need the extra stress. I don't need the extra stress. You'll do well to keep this to yourselves boys."

"Yes ma'am." Harry nodded solemnly.

"Harry," she put a hand on his shoulder, "I want you to know I love you just as much now as I did before."

Tears welled up in his eyes, "Thank you, so much, Mrs. Weasley."

Her face softened to a warm, motherly smile, "I told you Harry, Mum."

Hermione arrived two days later. She still didn't have her Hogwarts letter, nor did anyone else at the burrow. She stayed with Ginny when she arrived. "Hello Harry, Ron, Mrs. Weasley." She said, as she hugged them all in turn. She pulled Harry and Ron aside as soon as they walked into the kitchen, "Did you tell them?"

"Well, Mrs. Weasley and Fred know, but that's it."

"All right then, it's still our secret," she whispered in their ears as Hedwig and Pigwidgen flew in, each carrying two Hogwarts letters. "Ah, so few books, that's what I like!" Mrs. Weasley gasped after looking at Ron and Ginny's lists. Hermione, Harry, and Ron barely needed anything after attending the school for 6 years.

The week flew by to quick for anyone's liking. They saw Hagrid and Malfoy (A/N: I know Malfoy left in the 6th book, but what we do without our little evil, conniving jerk? I had to put him back, but everything else is the same) at Diagon Ally, the first meeting was much better than the latter. Hagrid had swooped Harry into a great hug before shaking Mr. Weasley's hand, kissing Mrs. Weasley, and hugging Hermione, Ginny and Ron. Malfoy had teased Ron and Harry, and Mr. Weasley made a face.

"That boy had no clue what he's talking about."

Ron turned to Harry with a grim face, "Yes he does."

Although Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could apparate, Harry, Ron and Ginny still could not so they took the old car (driving of course) to Kings Cross. They all ran through the barrier just in time and found their compartments. Ginny went off to be with her friends and Hermione went to do Prefect duty. Ron had given up Prefect to spend time with Harry.

They were talking, with Ron's head on Harry's lap. "So, are you going to come to the Burrow for Christmas?"

"I was thinking I should go finish what Dumbledore and I started."

Ron frowned. "Christmas is for family, Harry. Come stay with me and after school's over, we'll go look for V- You-Know-Who together."

Harry chewed on his lip, "I guess so. If you promise you'll help me look."

Ron smiled, triumphant. "Of course, I'll help you." He sat up and drew Harry in for a kiss. It lasted until they heard the door click open. Harry pulled back, "Hey Hermione." He wiped his lips. Ron's eyes widened. "It's not...it's not Hermione."

"Caught you Potter."

Harry's heart was pounding, he didn't know if he dared to turn around and see who was behind him, though he knew who it was.

"Malfoy."

"Now everyone will know what Weasley and Potter do in their compartment."

Harry edged away from Ron. "Malfoy, you wouldn't..."

"How do you know what I'd do, Potter?"

"Please..." Ron moaned.

Malfoy grinned maliciously and waltzed out of the room.

"What are we going to do?" Ron stared at Harry with an intense fear in his eyes.

"Wait, and see what comes of it." Harry pulled Ron into a long hug.

This was one of the few years Harry made it into the Dining Hall with the rest of the students. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny took their seats at the table to watch the sorting. Looking up at the table, Harry could see Professor McGonagall was Headmistress and two new teachers were Tonks and Lupin. They both smiled at Harry and waved to him.

Before the feast began, Hagrid, who had brought in the first years, sorted the new students and sat down. Then, McGonagall stood to make beginning announcements. "Welcome new students, and welcome back to older ones. We all know of the loss of our Headmaster last year, I am now Headmistress in his place. Our new Transfiguration teacher is Professor Tonks, as she has asked us all to call her, and we have Professor Lupin returning as the Dark Arts teacher. Enjoy your feast."

She sat down and food appeared on the table while the loud chattering began. "I can't believe Dumbledore's gone," Hermione said as she filled her goblet with Pumpkin juice.

"Me neither," Neville already had chicken in his mouth, but still felt he had to add to the conversation.

Harry's bad feeling in the pit of his stomach didn't get any better as they talked about the loss of Dumbledore. "So, what did everyone do over the summer?"

Neville turned to Harry, "Gran took me to Gringotts, never been down in the tunnels. It was like a – What do those muggles call it? - like a roller coaster ride."

"Sounds like fun," Ginny looked at him with a certain, dull boredom in her eyes.

"What about you Harry, what did you do this summer?" Neville turned inquisitively to his good friend.

"Well, I spent the first half of the summer in Hell, and the second half at the Burrow, but I wouldn't say anything too exciting happened."

Ron frowned, what about all the times they had snuck off to do the dirty deed in fun places? Places like the broom shed outside, the woods and every one of the bathrooms in his house. But then he remembered it was he who had asked Harry to keep their relationship quiet. Harry had been ready to tell everyone and anyone. He suddenly realized McGonagall was talking again, about new rules. She then dismissed everyone to their dorms. "What's the password Hermione?"

"Ickle Spunskin."

"Ickle Spunskin?"

"You heard me. I have to take care of the first years now." She walked off and started talking pompously to the young children in front of her.

Ron tugged on Harry's sleeve, "Thank God we didn't have her for a prefect."

"Yeah," Harry nodded in agreement, "She's trouble as a friend sometimes."

They arrived at their dorm in record time, and seeing that no one was there, they set a lock on the door. Harry grinned at Ron as he walked across the room and laid down on his bed. He jokingly nodded Ron over to his side and patted the bed. Ron's face was going red, "Harry, not now…"

"C'mon Ron, you know you want to."

Ron clambered onto the bed next to him and started kissing his neck. BANG!

Harry gasped, "Ron, geroff me!" His voice was muffled, because at the knock on the door, Ron had collapsed on top of him. Ron climbed off and walked over to the door. Harry sat up on the bed and started to take off his shoes. "Why'd you knock Seamus?"

"The door was locked."

"Wasn't locked when we came in." Ron cocked his head in mock confusion.

"Well, something locked it."

"Dunno what you're talking about."

"Whatever."

Everyone went to sleep without another word.

The next morning, all the boys went to breakfast but Ron and Harry. Harry called in Kreacher to bring them some food and they spent breakfast in their dormitory. They didn't eat much of the food Kreacher brought them though. Harry watched the last boy leave the room and walked over to the bed where Ron was sleeping. He climbed on top of him and started kissing his collar bone. He put one hand behind Ron's head and the other supporting himself. He kissed Ron gently on the lips. "Mmm…Harry. Harry?"

"Yeah Ron, what?"

"What are you doing? Another guy will see."

"No, they all left."

Ron still had a frightened look on his face, but finally calmed down. They spent the next hour cuddling and kissing, but eventually stopped when Hermione came bursting in with their schedules. "You should've come to breakfast, it was the first day!"

"Hermione, learn to knock!" Ron shouted as he pulled his pajama pants back on.

"Sorry, but our first class starts in 15 minutes, you had better get dressed."

"Well, we would, if you would leave."

"Sorry." She dropped their schedules on Harry's bed and went to wait in the common room. "We'll never get a good shag in while we're here, what with every one bursting in," Harry complained as he pulled on his jeans.

Ron blushed, "A good… a good shag?"

Harry looked up from his zipper, "Oh, I'm sorry," he was blushing as well now, "I just thought, with all we'd done…"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Ron shook his head and picked up their schedules, "Better be off to herbology."

"Right," Harry followed, still buttoning his robes.