(Ron's P.O.V)

I reached up to my ear. The pain hadn't been that bad. Bill had been quick about it and the moment the needle left my ear, the earring went in. And it was done. Easy.

When I brought my hand back down there was a little blood on my fingertips but not much. Bill handed me a tissue that he had grabbed along with the other supplies, I took it and held it to my ear.

Harry had let go of my hand and opened his eyes.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Mhmm," he said, "Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as I thought it would."

"Good."

"Awww," Fred said in a cheesy voice.

I rolled my eyes and said,

"Oh good, its my turn now."

The excitement over the piercing died down and the game continued until the bottle of Firewhisky was gone. I didn't notice the girls had left until the room was completely silent. Harry and I were sitting on the couch, me leaning back against his chest, one of his arms resting over my knee that was tucked up against my own chest.

"You two are so cuuute," crooned George teasingly, and I just laughed and shook my head. I was too comfortable to really care about what anyone said. I wanted to fall asleep, but falling asleep in the same room as my brothers while they're awake isn't the best idea in the world.

Along with that, the idea of falling asleep left my head when the cracking sound of someone arriving through Apparation was heard in the kitchen. My parents. I quickly slid to the other side of the couch, not wanting them to find out about anything that way.

Fred quickly hid the bottle of Firewhisky under the cushion of the chair he had been sitting next to just as my parents walked through the door into the living room.

After much hugging hello and asking how the school year was going, Harry and I finally headed up to my room.

"You going to tell them?" he asked me, the moment the door was shut.

No.

"Maybe later," I said, falling backwards onto my bed, exhausted and not really knowing why.

"Because it's going to be weird," Harry said, laying down next to me on his stomach, "Having to be so careful."

"Not really," I replied, "The stairs are loud."

"Ron…"

"No, really-"

"Ron, you need to tell them today."

"But I don't want to," I muttered, turning away from him.

One of his arms linked around my waist and he pulled me against him.

"Please?" he begged, "You said the relationship wouldn't work for you unless the whole school knew. Well now they do. I did that for you. And this won't work for me unless your parents know. Can't you do that for me?"

Even though he had a point, I still didn't want to tell my parents. I kept thinking they would be ashamed of me, or disappointed, or something.

"And Fred said that he would be there," Harry continued, "To help. Ron the more you don't do it the more you're going to think about it and the more worried you're going to get. Do it now, and no matter what they're reaction is, it's going to be done."

Finally, and I can't even remember how or when, I agreed to go tell them. I remember walking down the stairs, but I don't remember how I ended up at the kitchen table with Fred on one side of me, and Harry on the other, with my parents sitting across from me.

"Um…" I said slowly, not looking at them, but I knew my mum probably looked worried, and my dad looked worried and curious. Possibly a little bit confused.

"Go on," Fred urged.

"I can't," I finally muttered. This was wrong. I couldn't do it.

"I'm not going to tell them for you, Ron."

Damn.

"Uh…" I tried again, "Okay." I looked up, "There's just…something I've been hiding from you since this summer." They looked shocked. "Because It's so hard for me to tell you. I don't want you to be…disappointed in my or ashamed of me or something." I kept going so they wouldn't say anything, "I'm…gay."

At this point I wanted to go completely deaf. Although I really wanted to hear what they had to say, I really didn't. But thankfully my parents were amazing, and they knew how to respond to every child depending on what they had to say.

"Is that all?" my mum asked gently.

"Yeah," I said, "Well no…" I added quickly with a side glance at Harry.

"Ron has a boyfriend," Fred said eagerly, "Three guesses who, but the first two don't count."

Thankfully at this point my parents laughed. I was glad they hadn't said more. My mum finally said she was happy for us, and my dad said he was glad we hadn't kept it a secret any longer. And nothing I could do would make them ashamed of me.

"I told you," Harry muttered.

"No you didn't."

"No but I did say parents love you unconditionally, didn't I?"

I smiled, and then heard my mothers voice ask,

"Ronald Weasley is that an earring?"

Okay I have a question, when you upload a document what are those little numbers at the bottom of the page when you go to edit it? Does anyone know what I'm talking about?

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I know this one was really short but it had to be done.