Finally

Harry Potter kissed four Weasleys before he got to kiss the one he had wanted all along.

The first Weasley had been Ginny. At the time, it felt right. He loved the feeling of her lips against his and could feel the joy of the Quidditch win cursing through her body. However, as soon as they separated, he looked over and saw Ron staring at them. His mouth hung open, and he looked at Harry with a grimace. It was easier at the time to stick with Ginny, at least until he broke up with her under the guise of keeping her safe. He tried not to get caught up in the moment from that day on.

That strategy didn't work, though. During war, people get caught in the moment. Harry got caught in many moments, one of which being with Charlie Weasley. They were hiding out together, not sure what would happen to them, or if the next knock on the door would be friend of foe. Cut off from the rest of the Order, Harry had done what he thought was best. Charlie and he had sought comfort in each other, bodies coupling on the floor of the remote shack while the storm raged outside. The next knock on the door had been Ron, and Harry had blushed with shame at the thought of what he had done. Charlie hadn't survived the war, but he had left a piece of himself buried in Harry's troubled mind.

After the long and costly war, Harry had needed a bit of a break. He moved into a flat with Ron, close to the Twins' joke shop. Ron found a distraction in his new job as financial director for the Twins, and Harry found his in Fred. At least, he thought he had. Then one night Fred walked in on him and George. It turns out twins are harder to tell apart when they're naked. Fred called it off, and Harry had gone home brokenhearted yet again. Only it wasn't so much a broken heart as the end to a distraction.

Ron offered a better distraction in the form of a bottle of rum and a deck of cards. Somehow during the night, Ron had learned how to play poker. They were playing for chores, and Harry would be cleaning their flat for the majority of the next month.

"You're cheating," Harry mumbled, passing over a scrap of paper that read "Dishes." Ron grinned as he placed it on his stack of chores.

"Am not," Ron told him, "I'm just better at holding my liquor. Don't see why you have to drown your sorrows anyway. It's just Fred. I better warn Fleur that you'll be going after Bill next." Ron smirked and tossed another piece of paper into the pot.

"Bill?" Harry asked in confusion. He squinted at his cards. The three of clubs looked like a six. Perhaps he shouldn't have let Ron keep filling his glass.

"The way you're going through Weasleys, you'll need the next generation soon. I sure as hell hope you're not consed-consid, er, thinking about Percy," Ron said as he studied Harry over the top of his cards.

"Not likely," Harry sputtered, "And I'm not going after Weasleys. I just ha-happen to have a thing for redheads."

"Sure thing, Harry," Ron snorted. He picked up his glass and took a gulp.

"They're just dis-distraction," Harry said, pouting at Ron.

"What does the great Harry Potter have to pout about?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry. Or at least he thought he did. He glanced over at the bottle of rum, which had somehow emptied itself over the course of the past few hours.

"Can't have the one I want," Harry said, frowning into his cards. "I fold."

"You can have whatever you want, mate," Ron said cheerfully as he added "laundry" and "bathroom" to his pile.

"Not when you're in love with your best mate, you stupid prat," Harry grumbled under his breath. Ron paused, not sure he had heard right.

"Best mate?" he asked.

"Oh fucking perfect," Harry cried out. Why did he drink? "I meant that hyper...hypothetically."

"Well, saying it was true," Ron trailed off and thought for a second, "I could help you out, you know. Why do you think I asked you to move in with me?"

"Because you hate doing chores?" Harry guessed, blinking at Ron. At least there weren't two of him anymore.

"You're the stupid prat," Ron laughed, "I did it because you tend to wander around in your towel after showering. It's quite a sight to see."

"Huh?" Harry bent his head and studied the deck of cards. The rum was messing with his reasoning abilities.

"Why do I put up with you?" Ron asked. He stood up and glanced down at Harry. Harry's hair was even more messy than usual, and his eyes were slightly glassed over. He looked gorgeous though.

"Because you love me?" Harry asked, laughing a bit.

"Finally!" Ron said with a grin. He knelt down and took Harry's face in his hands. Without giving Harry a chance to think, he leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Harry tasted like rum with a hint of the sugary coke that they had been drinking. His lips were firm against Ron's. Harry got over his shock and started kissing Ron back, his tongue eagerly pushing into Ron's mouth. He put his hands on Ron's shoulder and squeezed, wondering why he hadn't thought of this ages ago. Ron always went along with what Harry wanted. Why would he reject something as amazing as this?

Harry's heart slammed in his chest, ready to bust out. Ron wasn't the best kisser in the Weasley family, but he was perfect for Harry. The burn of the alcohol and the heat from Ron's mouth overwhelmed him. He ran his tongue over Ron's lower lips and gently bit at it. Tugging, he pulled back and broke the kiss. Ron was smirking at him like they'd just won the Quidditch World Cup.

"Brilliant," Harry whispered against Ron's lips.

"Bloody brilliant," Ron said, laughing before he kissed Harry again. Bloody brilliant, indeed.