A/N: I'm so ashamed. I can't believe how long this story has gone without being updated. Shame on me. Hate me if you wish, I deserve itTT!
Harry opened his eyes and immediately shut them again as the light hit them. He used his hand to block the sun shining on him and looked around. He had been at the Dursleys for almost four weeks now and he already felt like this was his home. It was so easy to become comfortable in a place like this, surrounded by such nice people. And Fred...Harry grinned as he thought of his love. A head full of red hair popped through the door, walking backwards. Speak of the devil.
Harry closed his eyes until there was only enough room to peek through. To someone who was looking it would seem as if he was still asleep. He watched as Fred cursed and finally got whatever it was he was carrying into the room. It was a white tray full of food. Fred looked at Harry and made sure he was still asleep. He quietly placed the tray on the table beside the bed and sat on the edge.
He ran his hand through Harrys hair, delighting in the feeling. "Harry, wake up." Harry didn't move. Fred chuckled and leaned down, brushing his lips against his forehead. "Harry, you have get up. I have a surprise for you." Harry shifted, sighed, and rolled over, sending Fred to the floor. "Harry!"
Harry blinked his eyes open and looked around as if he had just woken up. Who said that he couldn't act? "Fred? What time is it?" Fred grinned and leaned close to him. "I have a surprise for you love." Harry smiled and reached up and pulled Fred down closer so he could kiss him.
"And as much as I enjoy that, that's not the surprise." Harry pouted and Fred laughed. "Now sit up. I brought you breakfast in bed." Harry was so happy here. He would have never had this good of time at the Dursleys. Heck, he had as much chance of getting breakfast in bed there as there was of the moon being made out of cheese. Although maybe that could be done with magic... He was brought out of his thoughts as Fred settled beside him and placed the tray between them.
"Eat up Harry. Mum says that if this tray isn't empty then she'll skin both of our hides. In the end they didn't have to worry about extra food because they both ended up being very hungry.
"Why don't you take a nap Harry? You seem tired." Fred said, running his hand through Harrys hair as they laid on the bed. "Mmm." Harry answered sleepily. Fred grinned. "Go ahead. I'll be right here when you wake up." Harry gave him a small smile and went asleep. Fred sat there for a couple more minutes before he slowly got off the bed, careful not to wake Harry up. He smiled down at him for a moment before concentrating, and then apparated out of the room.
Dumbledore looked up as somebody knocked on his door. "Come in." He was surprised to see Fred Weasley walk in. "Mr. Weasley, what can I do for you?" Fred sat down in the closest chair and leaned on the desk. "I have something I need to talk with you about Professor." Dumbledore looked at him and then offered him a bowl. "Lemon Drop?"
Harry woke up to Fred running his hands through his hair, again. He really seemed to have an obsession with doing that. "Harry." Harry looked up to see a beaming Fred. Something really good must have happened. He couldn't have known that Fred had reappeared nearly in hysterics, telling the news to his family and really wanting to wake Harry up. But he seemed so peace and it looked like he was having good dreams so he told himself that his news could wait. So he had sat there on the bed, waiting anxiously for Harry to wake up.
"Fred, what's going on?" He sat up, only to be pulled into a hug. "Harry. You won't believe it. I'm so happy!" Harry was so confused. "Fred, what is it?" Fred let him go enough so he could look him in the face. "I had a talk with Dumbledore today. I pleaded my case and he listened. Can you believe it Harry, he listened!" Harry looked at him, still not understanding what he was saying. Noticing this and realising that he had forgotten some crucial details he started again. "Like I said, I went to see Dumbledore to talk about you. I told him that I, or any of us, wanted you to go back to the Dursleys and that we wanted you to stay here. We wouldn't take no for an answer so he would just have to make it work. We talked about it for hours and he thinks he has a plan. So that means you can stay here instead of the Dursleys Harry!"
Harry looked at him in shock. Could this be true? He could stay here, in this wonderful house with these wonderful people? With his wonderful, wonderful boyfriend! He threw himself at Fred, laughing and crying at the same time. "Happy Birthday Harry." Fred whispered to him.
A/N: It's always a sad event when a story is over with. sniffles