Disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO J.K ROWLING
Hello everyone! I was sooooo surprised with the response to the first chapter. 2 reviews, 11 alerts and 12 favourites. I was thinking that this fanfic would not get read, but I wanted to thank everyone that placed this story on alert and favourite. I love you all!
Fred didn't know what awoke him from his rather pleasant dream involving a blacked hair boy with vibrant emerald green eyes. But he swears if Ron had to do with it he would be meeting a very early death. He knew that it was probably a bit perverted for him to be having wet dreams over a fifteen year old, but to him Harry was the most beautiful boy to ever grace his presences. The way that his black as night hair would fall over his eyes, covering the emerald gems that were hidden away behind his coke bottle glasses. Just thinking about Harry gave Fred the shivers down his spine.
It was then that he heard the clatter of pots and pans hitting the solid concrete ground of the kitchen making him focus on the reason that he was awake at…
"Tempus" Fred whispered trying not to wake George
7:30 floated in front of Fred's face disappearing seconds later. Groaning softly Fred heaved himself out of bed glancing around the room. It was then that he realised that the boy that he had just been dreaming about wasn't in bed dreaming his pretty little head away.
Quickly throwing on a shirt, Fred slipped out of the door of his room. Treading down the creaky stairs wincing as a practically loud squeak was released right in front of Mrs Black's portrait, thankfully she didn't awake causing Fred to wipe sweat from his brow. The lights within the kitchen glowed through the cracks of the door. Gently pushing the door open a bit Fred could just see Harry rushing around go in and out of sight as he raced around picking up the pots and pans that had been dropped. Glancing around the kitchen Fred's eyes widened at the amount of food that covered the long table. The food ranged from breakfast, to snack sort of meals to desserts. Even though it was only 7:30 Fred knew that Harry would have had to been up for a few hours now to have made this amount of food.
Pushing through the door Fred glanced around getting a better look at all the interesting meals that he had never seen before. Judging from the looks of some of them they must have been muggle recipes. Fred was brought back to reality when a gasp from Harry was released, looking up Fred saw Harry once again dropping a pan filled with cupcakes, it came to Fred that the reason that he had dropped them was that he was in fact not wearing any mittens. Rushing over Fred grabbed hold of Harry's arm.
"Harry! Crap, Are you ok?" Not waiting for an answer Fred dragged Harry to the sink thrusting his hand under the cold water.
"Ow, fucking hell, does it look like I'm ok?" Harry snapped angrily turning to glare at Fred.
"Oi, no need to snap at me, I'm just trying to help here" Fred retorted back
Harry looked down ashamed at his behaviour, feeling tears prickle the back of his eyes.
"Hey, no need for tears" Fred started "Come one Harry, tell me what's wrong. You're blocking everyone out"
No matter how hard Harry tried to keep the tears at bay the burning the back of his throat and in his eyes couldn't stop the sob that he released feeling all the pent up emotions finally being released from its prison. Fred seeing the internal battle taking place within Harry's head draped his arms around him bringing him in close. At the sounds of Harry's gut retching sobs Fred couldn't help be gasp at the feeling of something breaking within at being able to feel this boys emotion turmoil through his sobs. Bringing Harry closer to him he slowly sat himself down lowering Harry down onto his lap making sure that his arms were securely wrapped around him, he simply sat there and comforted the boy that had become so much more than his younger brother best friend. All that mattered was Harry and he would find out what was wrong, he didn't care how long it took, just as long as Harry was back to being his smiling normal bubbly person again.
It took about half an hour for Harry to stop crying, but when he did, he remained curled up and seeking comfort and warmth that Fred was happily providing. Sitting up, Harry wiped his eyes with the back of hand sniffling in the process.
"Feeling better now?" Fred ask in a hushed tone as to not upset or startle Harry
Snuggling up closer Harry looked up to see Fred staring down at him. Harry didn't know what was happening because for some odd reason he found himself sitting up straighter, his face getting closer and closer to Fred's face. But the thing was that Fred's face was leaning down towards Harry. Harry didn't know what happened next because one moment he is millimetres away from Fred and the next there is a slamming of a door above the two of them.
Realising where he was Harry jumped a mile high, leaping of Fred as if he was being burnt. Harry felt the blood rushing to the roots of his hairline. Embarrassed Harry look anywhere but Fred, eyes finally landing on the great mound of dirty dishes Harry quickly walked over and began to wash up the mess that he had created. Sighing heavily Fred pushed himself out of the chair walking over to where Harry was frantically washing a pot. Getting the courage to finally say something, Fred opened his mouth only to have his mother come bursting into the room only to stop short upon seeing all the food that covered table top.
"What? How? Where did all this food come from?" Mrs Weasley asked in a shocked voice
"Oh, Harry and I decided to do some baking" Fred explained in his normal cheery voice "Isn't it great mum! Look you won't need to any cooking today, we have stuff for breakfast, lunch and dinner, along with snacks"
"Umm...Alright, thank you dears" Mrs Weasley stated not really knowing what to say.
A few days had pasted since the whole cooking fiasco and every time that Fred caught Harry looking at him he would quickly look away blushing for being caught. Also whenever he tried to get Harry alone either he would bolt out of the room to Sirius and/or Remus OR someone would interrupt them.
Fred had had enough, this was becoming too much for him to handle. It also didn't help that his dreams of Harry had become a constant nightly event, but it wasn't just at night now, he would find himself drifting off into space thinking about Harry.
Harry didn't know what to do with himself. The last few days had been torture for him. With trying to deal with to avoid Fred at all costs with dealing with the whole Ron debacle that people were still asking questions about. His friendship with Hermione had progressed well, he had talked to her and the conversation had gotten onto the topic of Ron at some point in time. Harry hadn't realised how hard it would be to actually tell someone what had happened between him and Ron.
He had been talking with Hermione for about half an hour now, it was good to talk to her again; it hadn't been the same not talking to her everyday like he normally would. Their conversation was slowly but surly getting to the topic that he had been avoiding so when Hermione finally mentioned Ron he flinched remembering the fight that had took place on the train trip home.
"So what happened between you and Ron?" Hermione asked shyly
"We had a fight," Harry explained bluntly
"Well I know that" Hermione shot back "What I mean is what did you two fight about that has caused he to ignore you for this extent of time?"
"Oh, well, I don't really know how we started fighting but for all I know one moment we are talking about the tournament and the prize money and how I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it, and I mentioned that I might just give it away to a charity or something and the next moment Ron is shouting at me about wasting money and how I am just spoilt brat not caring about money cause I'm the Boy-Who-Lived" Harry explained
"So he is causing all this drama just because you were thinking about giving away the money? You have got to be kidding me?" Hermione concluded
"Yeah, he also started saying stuff about Ginny as well, like 'Why won't you ask her out?' and stuff like that. Which confused me a bit because when I explained to him that I thought I might be gay he become even angrier, and before he could say anything you come back" Harry expanded
So for the hour or so the two of them sat in silence both gathering all the new information that they had both told each other.
So with that problem solved Harry was faced with another. This one involved a certain Red head named Fred Weasley. This certain problem was now standing in front of him asking him all these questions slowly walking towards him until Harry was pressed up against wall. The problem wasn't Fred in general, it was more the fact that whenever he was around he caused Harry to lose all train of thought and made him hot under the collar so with Fred now waiting for an answer the only pursuable solution that came to his mind was to kiss Fred. And so he did. The shock wave that was caused by their lips connecting made Harry moan, loving the feeling of Fred pulling him closer to himself. It was only when they finally pulled away that Harry realised what he had just done.
There we go! Chapter 2 done and dusted! Hoped you all enjoyed it, till next time R&R :D