(Fred's P.O.V)
According to the date on Ron's letter, he had sent it two days ago.
I walked along the muddy street of Hogsmeade with my twin looking for my little brother and his alleged "boyfriend". Ron wasn't expecting my visit, so when he saw me he looks like he wanted to crawl under a rock. Harry just half-heartedly waved at us.
We met up with each other and Ron looked at me like he was unsure of whether he wanted to talk to me or not. He gave George a short glare and I realized this was the first time he had seen us since the party. The last he had seen of George was him kissing Harry.
"Come on, we have to talk," I said, grabbing Ron's arm, "We'll meet you guys later." I added this as I walked off, dragging Ron behind me.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked.
"No," I replied, "Just frustrated."
"I won't hurt him again," he said.
I paused as I let go of his arm. He looked at me with a pitiful expression that I'm sure he was unaware of making.
"I know, Ron," I said, though I was doubtful.
"Are you surprised that he took me back?" he asked.
I sighed. Then said,
"No." I tried reading his expression but this time I couldn't, "I'm surprised he finds you the slightest bit irresistible." I teased.
Ron shoved me playfully and I shook my head.
"You do need to grow up, though," I added seriously, but with a smile, "You're sixteen."
"Yeah," he sighed, and looked at me from the side, "I know."
"You know you need to grow up or you know you're sixteen?"
"Shut up, Fred."
"Yeah, yeah. But really. You have a relationship now. A real one."
We walked into the Hogs Head and I ordered two Firewhisky's. We sat down at a table and Ron traced figures in the dust on the table. I watched him do it. Lightning flashed outside our window. He jumped and looked up at it.
"It's been stormy for weeks," he said.
"Mhmm," I said thoughtfully, "So…how many times have you and Harry went all the way?"
Ron flipped his hair out of his face and replied,
"Once. Honestly."
"And?"
"And what?" but he grinned.
"How was it?"
"Fine."
"Just fine?"
"Well…I'm not going into detail. He probably hasn't told anyone."
I rolled my eyes. The old bartender set our bottles on the table and I snatched mine and took a drink.
"Okay it was really good," he finally said.
I raised an eyebrow at him. He stared back after sipping at his drink.
"Well anyways," I finally stated, "I saw the look you gave George."
"What look?" he asked, truly perplexed.
"You glared at him."
"Oh…I did?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't mean it if I did it."
"Okay…okay."
"Really."
"Alright, I believe you." And I did.
We took a break in conversation to work on finishing our drinks, and staring out the window at the rain and lightning. Ron kept looking like he wanted to say something, but I didn't force it out of him. I just waited. He never said anything.
"Harry wrote me a letter," I said slowly, watching Ron look at me curiously, "About a week after you broke up with him."
"What did it say?" he asked anxiously.
"He said you almost had a new boyfriend every three days."
"And?"
"Ron!"
"What?" he looked so innocent and pathetic that I couldn't assume that he thought this was a bad thing.
"There can't be that many gay guys at Hogwarts!" I exclaimed, and he started laughing. I smiled.
"There isn't," he finally said, "And I'm not the one that asks if I can spend time with them. They ask me."
"Did you sleep with all of them?"
"No. I think they just wanted it for an opportunity to say they dated a gay guy."
"How many of them did you sleep with?"
He paused.
"Six, maybe…" he said, "Well…no. Only one I went all the way with. The other five were close. I think they got…worried."
I smiled at the way he put it. I didn't question him further since George and Harry entered the pub at that point and joined us. We waited for the rain to let up but it never seemed to die, so when Ron and Harry had to leave they made there way through the storm and back to the school. George and I stayed for another drink and then Apparated back to our shop to close up.
Yes I know this chapter sucks but I'm trying to keep a flow so bear with me.