Written for the Quidditch Fanfiction League Competition

Team: Tutshill Torados

Position: Seeker

Word Count: 2453

Warning: This features a bit of boyxboy(xboy) love. Rated T for some Smooches but that's all.

Enjoy

Ron was glaring murderously at his brother. George smiled smugly back so Ron turned his head to glare at Harry. Harry looked a little sheepish but shrugged his shoulders. With a sigh he stood up and went to the bartender. Licking his lips nervously, he leaned on the counter and whispered his request to the man. The bartender only laughed before nodding his head. Feeling disgruntled that the man hadn't turned him down, Ron cast sonorus onto himself, took a deep breath and began to sing the Gryffindor version of "Weasley is our King." Silence spread through all the other occupants of the bar, though Harry and company soon broke into loud bouts of laughter. Ron forced himself through the whole song, and by the end the bar had joined to sing the chorus. Despite his red face, Ron held his chin high as he made his way over to his supposed friends.

Harry clapped him on the back. Ron turned his eyes to his brother and then with a smirk said "George." George grinned and turned his eyes to Harry. Ron supposed that George couldn't dread playing, it was his game after all. It was the Bachelor party version of Truth or Dare. Except George called it "Playing God." Essentially the person who was "God", or Harry in this case, had complete control. One person starts and chooses truth or dare, God gives them what they asked for, than the person chooses the next person to go. If the person didn't want to do what God had commanded, they had to spend the rest of the night transformed into an ugly woman. Needless to say, no one wanted to say no.

George was forced to lap dance a random woman, who seemed to enjoy the show, by Dean's prompting. George of course turned his attention to the man. George whispered into Harry's ear and the man grinned drunkenly. "Truth or dare Dean?" Dean glanced nervously at George before saying. "Dare."

Harry grinned ear to ear and Dean groaned slightly. "You are commanded to do something you have always wanted to do, but are normally too embarrassed to do." Dean's face paled and Seamus leaned over and patted him on the back. Dean closed his eyes, to gather his confidence, Ron supposed, before he stood. The four men watched as their friend walked over to Ron. Dean gave him a nervous grin before climbing onto Ron's lap. Ron froze until he felt a pair of lips press against his. Ron didn't know what to do, he had never even considered that he might be in this position one day. But as Dean started to pull back, Ron found his hands pulling his friend closer and he began to kiss him back. When he realized what he had done, Ron sat back. He quickly glance at his friends. Seamus and George looked way too interested, Harry had merely quirked an eyebrow. Dean looked smug before he climbed off of Ron and ordered everyone another round. A drink later and the weird atmosphere was gone, though it seemed to burn in Ron's memory.

Throughout the entire wedding Ron continually thrust that kiss from his mind. He refused to think about it. But he just didn't understand why he hadn't pushed Dean away. By the reception his mind was a mess. He was grateful to slip away and stand outside and think for a while. But his solitude didn't last. Ron looked up at a noise and found Dean and Seamus standing there. Ron turned his eyes outward and felt them stand on either side of him. None of them said anything for a while.

Seamus broke the silence. "Ron." The way he said it, like trying not to scare him away, caused Ron to look at his friend warily. Seamus looked up at the sky. "Did you know that Dean and I are dating." Ron felt a rock drop in his stomach, though he didn't know why. But he shook his head in the negative. Seamus looked down and caught his eyes and Ron froze. "Does that bother you?" Ron felt that it should because it was two guys. But it didn't. Some part of his brain asked him if he was jealous of Seamus. But he really wasn't. So Ron shook his head. Seamus looked over his shoulder, probably at Dean.

Ron froze when he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder. "Ron. When I kissed you last night..."

Ron shook his head, though he kept his eyes on Seamus. "It's ok, it really doesn't bother me."

Seamus smiled softly at Ron. "That's not what he means."

"Please look at me." Ron slowly turned to look at Dean. "Ron, I kissed you because I have wanted to since third year. It was partially because I wanted to be with you, but mostly because I was curious how you would react."

"I'm not gay." Ron said, when Dean merely continued to watch him. "I'm not! I have always been attracted to girls, really and truely. I haven't been pretending."

"Ron." Was all Dean had to say to stop Ron from talking. "May I try something?"

Ron felt a growing anticipation in his stomach, he had a pretty good idea what Dean was suggesting, and he found himself nodding. Suddenly he was being kissed. He wanted to be disgusted by it, tried to be disgusted by it. But his body seemed to betray him. It felt wonderful, but it didn't feel any different then kissing a girl. Dean pulled back, and Ron found himself being turned around. Seamus smirked at him before Ron was being kissed again. Ron found he still liked kissing. So it wasn't just Dean, did that mean... Ron lost his train of thought as he was pressed up against by Dean and Seamus pressed to his front. A moan slipped from him and he felt Dean start to pepper kisses on his neck.

A gasp interrupted them, and all three turned to see Hermione there. "Shit shit shit shit." Ron said detangling himself from the other two and walking toward his Fiancee. "Hermione..." She held up a hand.

"Not right here Ronald. Let's go inside."

They found an empty room and Hermione stood between him and the door. She watched him, seemingly calm, but he could see the tears in her eyes. He didn't know where to start, he loved Hermione. She took a deep breath. "Are you gay?" Ron shook his head. "Are you Bisexual?" Bisexual... the more Ron thought about it, the more it made sense. But than again he hadn't ever kissed a guy, or imagined it really before yesterday.

"I don't know..." She bit her bottom lip and her tears grew. "Please don't cry..." Ron walked toward her, and she allowed him to wrap her in a hug. "Gods Hermione, I love you. I really really love you. I just... last night it was a dare and..." Ron dropped his forehead onto her shoulder. "Fuck. I don't know."

She continued to let him hold her for a few minutes before she pulled from his embrace. He could see the hurt in her eyes and it tore his heart. He suddenly feared what she would say. "I love you Ron." He opened his mouth to reply but she cut him off. "But..." Ron's stomach turned to lead. "But we will always wonder, won't we?"

"I won't. I know I love you."

A tear slipped down her cheek as she smiled at him. "I know Ron. But, we need to know for sure. For the rest of this party we should act as though nothing is wrong. But tomorrow..." Ron took a step forwardd. Her gaze harded with determination. "Tomorrow we are going to take a break."

"A break?"

Hermione nodded her head. "Yes, a break. For one year. And if you still want to be with me after a year, we will get back together."

"But..."

"No, Ron. For the next year we will both try new things."

Ron gulped. "Both of us..."

"Yes." Hermoine grew slightly angry, he could tell by her eyes, although her voice gave no indication of it. "If you have the chance to explore new venues, I do too."

"But.."

"No Ronald! That's final." Hermione turned and walked out. Ron found himself staring at the door in shock. A year. A whole year without Hermione. Ron wanted to be angry at her, but found that he couldn't. He took a deep breath it, forced his mouth into a smile and walked out.

The rest of the reception they pretended to be as happy as they had ever been. But when Hermione left for the night, Ron felt a sense of foreboading.

Two weeks later, Ron finally gathered his courage to approach Dean and Seamus at their house. They hadn't actually spoken since that night. When Ron timidly knocked on the door, he hoped that they weren't there. But the door opened and Ron found himself looking at Dean. There was no grin on the man's face. Ron started to doubt coming here, when Dean literally pulled him in.

When Ron found himself sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, he felt his brain catch up. It had been stuck by the door where Dean had given him a quick peck on the lips before guiding him down the hallway. Now Ron looked up at the two sitting opposite him. He opened his mouth, but found he had no idea what to say so he closed it again. But the other two weren't saying anything, they were just watching him. So he tried again, the first words that came to mind were, "I'm not going at talking."

The two shared a look. "We know that Ron." Seamus said with a small smile. "We did share a dorm for 6 years."

"Right."

Silence again. Ron took the opportunity to really look at the two. They were sitting closer than he had ever noticed before, although it seemed natural. He watched as they shared a silent conversation and he couldn't help but marvel at their differing profiles. A lump grew in his throat and he swallowed it. He suddenly couldn't remember why he had come here in the first place. Two sets of eyes turned toward him and he froze.

He watched as they both stood and sat on either side of him. He felt their thighs press against his. He closed his eyes. "We aren't going to kiss you Ron." Seamus said from his right.

Ron's eyes sought him out. Disappointment filled him. "Why not?"

"Because," Ron turned to Dean. "We are serious about you." Ron couldn't find words. "We know that two guys dating is a bit unusual here, but three is hard to take. We don't mind. But you have Hermione for one."

"I don't." Both bodies froze. Ron turned to stare at where his hands were on his knees. "We're... taking a break."

"Oh." Seamus leaned a little away.

"Look Ron, we talked about it since the wedding. We would like to date you."

Ron licked his lips and looked at Dean. "Ok."

All three of them froze this time. Seamus moved first and put a hand on top of Ron's. "Ok?"

"Well..." Ron looked up. "I mean, it's not that... I..." What did he want? He heard Hermione's voice. We need to know for sure. "You guys are my friends. I want to be honest." Both men sat a little further away from him. Ron felt that the room was colder for it. "Hermione and I... we're taking a break." The next words got stuck.

"You said that." Dean spoke softly.

"It's a break for a year. Then we'll get back... well... we'll see if we... I mean she..."

"Why are you here Ron?" Seamus asked, and Ron could heard a soft undertone of sadness.

"I don't know." Seamus stood and Ron grabbed the man's wrist before he thought about it. "Seamus, I..." When Ron met Seamus' eyes he felt horrible. He let go of the wrist.

"Ron." Ron turned to Dean. "Why are you here?"

"I..." A hand rested on his shoulder and Ron was glad that Seamus hadn't left. "I want to be sure."

"Sure?"

"That I would be... I would be happy with Hermione."

"Do you love Hermione?"

"Yes! But... I... you two..." Ron fizzled out.

"Ron. Think about it. Come back when you have figured it out."

Ron nodded and they stood and walked toward the door. Ron found himself hoping for a goodbye kiss. He was disappointed when he didn't get one. By the time he made it back to the Burrow and up to his room, he was more confused than ever.

Harry and Ginny decided to celebrate their first wedding anniversary with their friends. They were waiting at the doors for the last 2 people when they both arrived. Ron and Hermione walked toward to the doors chatting lightly to one another. Ginny quirked an eyebrow at Harry and he let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps their arguements were over. Hermione and Ron gave Harry and Ginny hugs and the four walked into the gathering.

Both watched as the two went in seperate direction. Harry was still somewhat... curious about the three men sitting in the corner. He had never expected Ron to date Dean and Seamus. But as he glanced over to Hermione he knew that her new companion was far more of a surprise. He had never expected to have to invite Draco Malfoy here.

Later, as Ron finished his third drink he leaned heavily on Seamus. "Ron, you are drunk." His boyfriend whispered.

"No." Ron disagreed.

Dean chuckled. "Ron, you are drunk."

Ron raised a hand in mock salute. "Yessir."

"Dean. He's really drunk." Seamus said with worry. Three drinks usually didn't do anything to the redhead.

"Let's get him home." Seamus nodded and the three made their way out of the room. Ron hiccuped and Seamus quickly apparated them to their house. The moment they arrived Ron sobered completely.

"FINALLY!" Seamus' eyes grew wide as he was tackled by Ron and Dean started to laugh. "The year is over. No more waiting." Ron reached up and pulled Dean onto the pile and felt content to be squished.