here it is, the long awaited chapter 5. im sorry i took so long to update its just i've been so busy lately with graduation/prom/college/etc. but now that its summer i've got some free time. chapter 6 is now in the works!

I sat alone in the common room writing my damned essay for Professor Binns, (my God was he boring). As I was trying to figured out the importance of the Goblin Riots and something about the imprisonment of witches in some place called Salem Massachusettes, when I realized I was being watched. Looking up from my parchment I spotted Harry Potter's green eyed gaze coming in my direction.

My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed hard. Only last year Harry was just one of us guys, that I considered to be nothing more than one of Ron's little friends. But I knew that Fred had a little bit of a crush on him when he suggested to me that we give our Marauder's map to Harry, I kind of shrugged it off (as jealous as I was at the time.).

I gave Harry a small smile and he opened his mouth as if too say something, but then quickly shut it. I quirked an eyebrow and cocked my head to one side, waiting to hear that low, yet soft voice. His full lips parted again , "I've never seen you do homework George." he drawled, those lips forming a playful smile. "Well, I cant fail...I'm barely hanging on as it is," I shook my head with sigh, "And Fred is in detention once again which makes it bad for him because he's doing just as bad as me."
"What did he do this time?" asked Harry rising from his seat and coming closer towards me.
"Oh um," I said, my heart thumping wildly, Keep your cool George, "He set all Professor Snapes toads free during class one day."

Harry snickered, "Did he really? Wow, I wish I could have seen that."
I shrugged, "Yeah I told him not too. I told him the last thing that he needed was another day in detention with Snape to write home to Mum about, but he didnt listen. He said, 'George, imagine if you were that poor little toad stuck in that jar. And your only future was too see a knife and big dark cauldron full of boiling water. How would you feel?' So I let him at it. I didnt care, really."
But I did care, I didnt need Fred getting in trouble anymore. It was about time he grew up for once.

"Yeah but, he's Fred," he sat down next to me on the couch and a shiver cralwed up my spine, "And your George," he whispered. He was so close to me now, I could almost taste his breath on my lips, "Why didnt you help him?" he said with a crooked smile, "I mean, you guys are quite the pair." He inched a little closer towards me and I could feel my face becoming hot, "Harry..."
"Shh..." he said cupping my face in his hands, and before I knew it...he was kissing me full on the lips.

I couldnt believe it. Harry was only fourteen and he seemed to have just as much kissing experience as Fred and I. He pulled away, and I noticed a blush starting to creep up his cheeks, "I'm so sorry..." he said, turning away. "Dont be sorry," I said smiling, "I liked it. It was nice."

"But, I dont like boys."
"Then why did you kiss me?"
"I dont know why. I just couldnt help it."

I didnt understand what Harry was thinking. How could he not like boys after he had just kissed one? "Why were you curious?" I said, "Its ok if your curious."
"No," he said, "Its just...I've been having these...these feelings lately."

"Like what kind of feelings?" Even though I was pretty sure I knew what kind of feelings he was talking about. "I've been thinking about...boys, George. Like, being with a boy instead of a girl. I mean there is Cho but..."
"Dont you like her?" I said putting a hand on his arm in an attempt to get him to face me again.
"I do, but then...I dont. I dont think I can handle girls George, they are too emotional. And a boy...a boy would be just like me.
Knowing what I want, knowing everything...and Cho...she's just so..." He put his face in his hands, "I dont know."

"Well were there any boys in particular that you might be interested in?"
Harry turned to face me, his glowing green eyes were now red and puffy, and tears stained that boyish face. "Ron," he said with a sigh, "I've been thinking about Ron."
I should have been surprised, but I wasnt. Somehow I knew this was going to happen.
"Did you tell him?" I said, although I knew that he hadnt, why would he?
"Well why should I? He wouldnt want to be my friend anymore, he'd just think I was weird and ditch me."

"Then how did you know to kiss me?" I said, the question was out before I could even shut my mouth.
"Because I knew, I've always known. You and Fred are so close."
"But were brothers," I said totally confused, "Dont you think thats a bit odd?"
"Not really," said Harry shaking his head, "Not at all. I think its beautiful actually. That you guys can be that close and love eachother that way."

He started to get that far off look in his eyes like he was thinking about what it would be like kiss Ron for the first time, and to his relief it would have finally happened. Ever since 2nd year, he had known he had some sort of feelings for his best friend, but he wasnt sure how to express it. And now here he was telling his brother how he felt, of course George probably thought it weird.

I wasnt sure what to say at first. I couldnt imagine Ron liking Harry anymore than Harry liked him, it seemed odd to me.
Even though I was in a relationship with my twin, I wasnt quite sure about letting Ron get inolved in one as well. I mean, it is Ron's life too, but...I had experienced all the heartache and the stress that came along with this relationship, and even considered a few times about breaking it off. Then again I knew, Fred would be none to happy about that, so to protect his heart, and mine, I decided that we stay together.

Before I could get a chance to respond to Harry's comment about Fred and I's relationship, Ron entered the common room dressed to the nines. "Whats all this for?" I said smirking, taking in the appearance of Ron in a muggle suit, "Getting married?"

"Remind me to never let Hermione give me adivce about clothing ever again..." Ron grumbled and flung himself on the couch next to his brother, "She dressed me up like this. I look like such an idiot!" "Why was she giving you advice about clothing in the first place?" I said as I watched Ron fumble with his tightly tied cumberbund.

"Well, you know how all this formal stuff just seems to be popping up out of nowhere, and I absolutely REFUSE to wear those damned dress robes. They're awful!" said Ron, his face twisted in frustration as he finally pulled the cumberbund free. "Whats so bad about it?" I said, knowing perfectly well that they were quite an ugly color and had lace in all the wrong places, "I mean, the color does suit you Ronnie."

Ron grumbled at being called 'Ronnie' and he flung the cumberbund across the room, "Well you dont have to complain because you and Fred have Percy's old ones! And he's never worn them! But I get dad's old one and its all moth eaten and smells like...like an old lady."

"How do you know what old ladies smell like?" I said snickering, "Gone sniffing about the nursing home again Ronnie?"
"Shut up!" he said flinging a pillow across my face, "You have no idea what its like"
I turned back around to see Harry's expression, but he was gone. "He went upstairs," said Ron, "Probably going to go howl with laughter about my humiliation."

Somehow, I didnt think that was true.