(Fred's P.O.V)

I was torn between two thoughts at the look on Ron's face after he saw George kissing Harry. One was that he deserved it, and the other was that he didn't really need it.

In the beginning I was glad Ron was with Harry. I thought Harry had known Ron, until he fell in love with him. I thought the relationship would just be something playful. If anything, I wanted to tell Harry he shouldn't be with Ron at all. Ron wasn't one to fully commit. I knew Harry was going to get hurt, and he did.

I wanted to be on Ron's side, and think Harry was an idiot for falling in love with him, but I wanted to be on Harry's side and think that Ron needed to grow up already and learn how to act in a relationship.

And then I ended up on my own side, telling myself I shouldn't get involved at all. But as I watched them tear each other apart at this party, I knew I had to come in somewhere.

Zacharias Smith asked Ginny to dance, and then I went in search of Ron. He was sitting next to the bathroom door on the floor away from the crowds and lost in his own thoughts. I knelt down in front of him and said,

"You started it."

"Fuck off."

"Do you really want me to?"

A pause.

"No."

"You deserved it, Ron."

"But why would George do that?"

"To show you how bad it really hurts."

A long silence engulfed us and for a moment, we couldn't hear the music, we couldn't hear the chatter, and we couldn't see anything else but into eachothers eyes and I knew immediately what he was going to say.

"I don't think I like him anymore," Ron said, "Not just because of this. And I'm not hurt because I saw him doing that. I'm hurt because…I wasn't hurt. I didn't really care, and once I realized that…I don't know. I mean, I know I didn't love him, but now…I'm not attracted to him at all. Maybe I never really was. Maybe you were right in the beginning. Maybe I'm attracted to the thought of being attracted to him."

I nodded.

"You gonna tell him?" I asked.

"He's been hurt enough tonight."

"Ron, you have to tell him. You're hurting him by not telling him, and you're hurting yourself by not telling him."

"But I'm not going to break up with him if I'm still confused!" he exclaimed, "I don't know what's going on anymore. I'm going insane or something."

"Trying to figure out if you're gay leads to confusion. You know who you need to talk to?"

"Who?"

"Lupin."

"But Sirius said that I was more like him in a relationship. Cause he didn't love Lupin."

I let on a slow sigh. He was hurt, confused, a little bit annoyed, possibly angry, and…well, even though I already said confused he was REALLY confused. He was my little brother. And I just wanted to make it all go away. I never thought that the little boy whose teddy bear I had turned into a spider would end up being gay, and thinking he was in love with his best friend who, on numerous occasions, saved the wizarding world with Ron's help. I couldn't wrap my head around it, and right now, Ron needed me to. I needed to be his support, I needed to be his common sense, and I couldn't do it.

"Ron…" I said, he looked at me, I stared at the floor, trying to catch myself before I cried, he'd never seen me cry before and right now wasn't the time, "Ron…I'm sorry. I…I really don't know what to do for you. This is something you need to handle on your own. I can't get inside your head and figure out whether or not you love Harry, or whether you're gay at all. I've tried helping you, I've tried everything I could to try and help you figure this out. I'd love to keep helping you but I don't even know if I'm helping or making it worse."

I straightened, and he stood as well.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

Another pause. I turned away from him and pressed my palms to my eyes for a moment. Then I lowered my hands and turned back towards him.

"Yeah. I'm going to get George and see if Lupin's in his office. If he is, we'll leave."

And that's what I did. George was by the door when I found him, I wasn't surprised, reading senses and ideas was something that happened a lot between us. By the time We had stepped out of the portrait I was crying. He stopped me from walking and gave me a hug and said,

"You won't always be able to help him, he's going to grow up sooner or later. He's got to start figuring things out on his own."

I'm sorry its so short but it had to be written.
I needed a good brother moment and ended up with two I guess.