Happiness Is an Angry Weasley

When Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and I arrived at the Burrow, we were greeted by my mum hugging each of us till we choked. My dad patted Harry and me on the back and gave Ginny and Hermione fatherly hugs. Fred and George refrained from touching us due to having just tested some random failed prank that had turned them green and caused them to grow quills like a porcupine.

Despite the warm welcoming, I was bloody nervous. I knew that while we were away from Hogwarts and had a couple days where Harry couldn't murder Draco, I had to inform my best friend since first year of my newfound homosexuality and relationship with our school enemy.

So I had a good reason to be nervous.

Hermione kept giving me funny looks, and I should've known that she'd be able to figure out something was up. When we were putting our things away, she dragged me aside and hissed, "What's wrong with you?"

I whispered back after making sure no one could hear, "I'm telling Harry." She nodded understandingly, obviously approving of my desire to be honest with the bloke. He was the third musketeer afterall.

Hm. The Three Musketeers. That's a good name for us. Better than the Terrible Trio. Seamus called us that once, and it's rather... unoriginal. Almost like something a Slytherin might come up with.

Well, not my Slytherin. One of the other, more stupid, ones.

Anyway.

I turned to walk up the stairs to my room and found myself facing Harry.

He was looking between the two of us questioningly, and finally said, "Tell me what?"

Crap. He heard me.

"Er..."

"Not here," Hermione, always the voice of reason, said. I nodded and followed her and Harry up to my room.

Once the door was shut and we all felt secure, Harry turned on us with a mad glint in his eye.

"What aren't you telling me now? Are you two together finally? You could've told me, I wouldn't have felt awkward."

Hermione and I were both speechless. We looked at each other and then back at Harry. I knew my ears were red. I hate that. Anyone can tell when I'm embarrassed by looking at my ears. They're like... giant beacons of embarrassment that I couldn't possibly hide.

Believe me, I've tried.

Damn Weasley genes.

Hermione looked at me again and then started laughing, which really set Harry off. "Look, you two have obviously had crushes on each other forever, so it's not like it's an impossible thought."

Hermione was laughing even harder. I glared at her. How dare she find such a situation amusing?

"Harry!" she gasped between hysteric laughter, "You are so completely wrong it's hilarious."

I glared at her even more. I hoped my training with Draco was showing. I was putting all my effort into that glare. She laughed more.

Damn her.

"You... look... like... him!" she said, barely able to breathe.

"Ignore her, mate," I said, walking over to him and sitting down on my bed.

Taking my lead, he sat next to me and said, "If you two haven't been sneaking off snogging, where've you been going, and he looks like who, and what the hell is so funny?!"

My eyes widened. Wow. Harry is way more observant than I thought.

"Er, well, you see... you really are completely wrong. Like, dead opposite."

He tilted his head, silently asking me to continue.

"I don't know if you... er... ever noticed that I was... a bit... different but..."

I couldn't continue.

"Ron, just say it," Hermione said, exasperated and still breathless from laughter.

I ignored that she had said anything, but continued nonetheless.

"I... well, I like blokes."

Silence.

"Okay," he said. He looked at his feet, contemplating this new information, then looked up at me again. "That's alright I suppose. I mean, whatever floats your boat."

What the hell was he talking about? What did boats have to do with this? I almost asked him when Hermione piped up with, "Muggle expression."

Oh. Well.

Whatever.

"The... the thing that you're not going to like is... well..."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked. He was interested now.

"Er, yeah. Someone you don't like."

He looked at me, not daring to guess.

"Malfoy."

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

"WHAT?! MALFOY?! YOU COULD'VE HAD ANY BLOKE IN HOGWARTS AND YOU CHOSE MALFOY?!"

"Shhh, Harry, mate, quiet, nobody else knows."

"BUT WHY THAT GIT?!"

"Harry, please, quiet down, Ron doesn't want his family to know yet."

"EW! THAT'S... DO YOU KISS? I MEAN, OH MERLIN THAT'S JUST HORRIBLE. WHY?!"

I stared at my feet. I knew he would react like this. Malfoy knew, anyway. He told me not to tell him. Why didn't I listen to him? I should've known this wouldn't have gone like I had hoped...

"Ron. That's pretty gross. But... whatever."

I looked up. "Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, as long as he doesn't turn you into some evil ferret minion, or try to hurt you or anything, then... whatever. I just don't want to be around him."

I grinned. There's the Harry I knew.

"Thanks mate."

There was a slight sniffle across the room, so Harry and I turned to look.

Hermione was sniffling. Hermione was on the brink of tears. Hermione was rushing towards us and tackling us into a big, girly hug.

Ew.

"IT'S JUST SO ADORABLE! THE TWO OF YOU HAVING A HEARTFELT CHAT, AND RON COMING OUT, AND... IT'S JUST SO ADORABLE!"

"Shut up, Hermione! Can't you take your own advice and NOT inform my whole family of this whole situation?"

"BUT IT'S SO... SO... ADORABLE!"

"Hermione, really, be quiet. If they didn't already hear me then I'm sure they heard you..."

A sniff. Then a whisper. "Adorable."

I rolled my eyes. Girls.

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Later that night I wrote down a little note to send to Malfoy. It was with Fred and George's owl so there was no way Draco's dad would know who it was from. All it said was, "He's okay with it. You were wrong."

I was just about to send it when another owl flew in.

Draco's owl? Why?

I took the note from it and saw a note just about as short as my own, but with an entirely different message.

"He's kicked me out. I'm in Diagon Alley. See you after Easter."

Fuck.