FIFTY SHADES OF GAY

By imafeckingstarr

Summary: Eight pairings, fifty chapters, totally gay, totally fluffy and completely AU

A/N: Based off a prompt I came across on Pinterest which I thought was amazing. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

"Not All My Siblings"

It was almost the end of the summer holidays, Harry had decided he was going to spend the rest of his holidays with Ron and Ginny at the Burrow, rather than being alone at The Leaky Cauldron. He couldn't bear to go back to Privet Drive. His departure from Number Four was bizarre enough, with Dudley and he patching things up after years of bullying and torment. Number Four had never really felt like home to Harry, not really, so going back for the summer didn't seem right to him. Harry was watching the garden gnomes make their way back after a vigorous morning for de-gnoming the garden. He couldn't stop thinking about how different his life was like now.

Voldemort had been – finally – defeated in the Department of Mysteries, a gruelling battle that had been the end of Voldemort and several of his followers. Unfortunately, Voldemort and his lackeys weren't the only ones that had met their downfall that day, they had lost several Order members too – Sirius being one of them. Sixth Year was weird to Harry. Losing Sirius had hit him hard. Not to mention he had a whirl-wind of emotions that he couldn't make heads or tails of. It wasn't until Malfoy had walked out of the Quidditch room showers clad in just a towel did he realise what his emotions were. He liked boys. But he was also sure of his soppy, lovey-dovey feelings for Ginny too. After doing a lot of reading in the library (which nearly gave everyone a heart attack), Harry finally came to a resolute conclusion: he was bisexual.

Several months later, all of Hogwarts found out about the Chosen One's sexuality after Malfoy had walked in on Harry and Blaise in a broom cupboard. To Harry's surprise, everyone was really coo, about it (except Malfoy, who was scarred for life at the image of his best friend and the Boy Wonder glued to each other's faces). He went on a few dates to Hogsmeade throughout the year in an attempt to cover up his feelings for Ginny – who was madly in love with and dating Dean Thomas – and was there for her when her relationship went south. A month after, they were in the Common Room playing a game of Wizards Chess – a game that Ginny was destroying him at, not that Harry would ever admit it – when he accidentally let slip that he liked her ("It's a good job I love you because dear Merlin I would not be okay with you handing me my ass like this.") and they'd been together ever since.

The afternoon was cooling down considerably, a light breeze gently caressing the trees. Harry sat with his legs crossed under an old, gnarled apple tree, eyes shifting from the gnomes to the clouds as he thought about the past year. Everything seemed to have calmed down since Voldemort's demise. Harry liked the calm, enjoyed his newfound freedom. Never had he had the chance to truly enjoy everything before him until now. It was exhilarating.

"Harry love, tea's ready!"

"Be right there, Mrs Weasley!" Harry called back, standing up and shaking his legs to rid himself of the pins and needles feeling that had crept upon him. Once he was certain that his legs no longer felt like jelly, Harry sprinted inside, intending to help set the table, despite Mrs Weasley's refusals.

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Everyone was sat at the table, casually talking amongst themselves as they enjoyed their meal – beef casserole with chopped veg and dumplings – when Fred kicked Harry under the table. Harry looked up from his plate to see a giant smirk across his face, his eyes darting between Harry and Ron. Harry tried to hide a smile. Ron was still finding it difficult to accept his and Ginny's relationship ("Seriously Harry, that's my baby sister. My baby sister."), which every now and then, caused a few practical jokes from Ron's other siblings. All of them involving Harry. The eye contact from Fred alone was confirmation enough.

"You know Ron," Harry began, putting his poker face on as he carefully cut through a dumpling, "I'm in love with your sister and everything, but if Bill were single… goddamn I'd go there." He whistled appreciatively. Looking up from the table, Bill caught on quickly as he met Harry's gaze and winked at him suggestively.

Ron, oblivious to the rest of his siblings' smirks and smiles, screamed, slamming his hands against the table.

"Ronald!" Mrs Weasley chastised, but Ron ignored her.

"GODDAMN IT HARRY, YOU CAN'T TAKE ALL MY SIBLINGS!"

Harry remained cool and collective, casually leaning back in his chair as he answered, "Don't worry Ron, you can keep Percy."

Ron spluttered and stammered where he sat as his family didn't bat an eyelid, keeping the joke alive for as long as they could. Ron, bright red and incredibly flustered, left the table in an embarrassed huff and stormed off upstairs. Once they heard the door slam, Harry and the rest of the Weasley's burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"I'll give you two sickles to wear Charlie's sweater tomorrow morning and make it look like you spent the night,"

"George!"

"Five sickles if you manage to make Ron red and embarrassed again," Ginny added, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her mother sighed loudly.

Harry grinned, "Game on."

I know this chapter is a lot shorter than the last, to which I'm sorry. I hope you enjoyed it though!

If you have any particular pairings that you'd like to see, feel free to let me know! Or, if you have any prompts that you'd like me to write about, also feel free to let me know. I'll try and write as many as I can!

Please let me know what you think.

muchlove,

imafeckingstarr xxx