Love, Marriage, and Pranks

Love, Marriage, and Pranks



Harry gritted his teeth as he spotted George slowly making his way towards where he was standing. His expression was neutral, an expression Harry was not accustomed to seeing on the older red heads face. He was more accustomed to seeing laughter, or a wicked and devious little smirk.


Harry noticed that Hermione and Fred were eyeing each other awkwardly, before they slowly walked off in the opposite direction to him and George. He hopped they did not kill or try to maim each other.


He took a deep breath as George stopped to stand a couple of steps from him. He eyed the older red head nervously. George asked, “Will you take a walk with me. I need to keep moving, standing still is no good to me right now I need to be distracted?”


Harry nodded and walked in the opposite direction Fred and Hermione had just gone. George silently followed him, walking side by side, as he silently studied the younger wizard. He was still as beautiful as he had been that night they had made love.


George snapped out of his musings when Harry cleared his throat. Harry sighed deeply before asking, “So what do you make of this law, and the fact you and I are supposedly the others perfect match?”


George let out a sigh of his own before replying, “This bloody law is a menace and a right pain in my ass. They’ve taken our freewill from us, not allowing us to choose who we want to marry.”


He added, “As for who they chosen for me. Well, cannot honestly say it is a chore for me. To be honest I am glad it’s you and not some stranger or someone I can’t stand.”


Harry stopped mid-step and frowned. He asked incredulously, “Wait a minute; you’re saying you’re glad it is me. Why, when you know you will not be able to keep sleeping around with whoever takes your fancy? You know full well that you’d be not only committing adultery, but breaking this bloody ridiculous law.”


George, who had also stopped walking, sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He replied, “Look, listen, Harry. There is a reason for me sleeping around. In truth, it is a distraction tactic.”


Harry snorted and asked, “Distraction, from what exactly?” He eyed George in disbelief, hardly believing what he was hearing. How the hell did one distract them self when sleeping around with Merlin knows how many others?”


George saw his expression, and knew what he was thinking loud and clear. He scowled before taking a deep breath to calm himself. He told Harry in a strained voice, “It is a distraction from feeling and remembering I cannot be with the person I am in love with.”


Harry blinked in surprise before asking, “Who are you in love with, and why do you think you can’t be with them?” Harry had a look of surprise on his face, but inwardly he was a mess.


He did not know whether to stand there and bawl like a baby or run away, as he thought of who George could be in love with, who was apparently not him. The very thought of his love in love with another burned painfully.


George replied, knowing he was about to let the cat out of the bag. Harry would finally know how George really felt about him, whether Harry felt the same or not, he would reveal the truth. He could no longer keep it all bottled up inside of him.


He made sure to keep direct eye contact with Harry as he told him, “Because he only wanted me to take his virginity so he did not die a virgin. He has no idea that I am in love with him, and that one night we shared before he left the next day, it meant more to me then he could ever imagine.”


He watched as Harry gasped and his eyes widened. He started to feel nervous when all Harry did was stare at him in stunned silence. Therefore, it was no surprise when he flinched slightly as Harry suddenly let out a bark of mirthless laughter.


Harry then exclaimed in a voice full of genuine laughter, “Sweet Merlin. I do not believe it. How can we both be so bloody dense so oblivious to what the other is feeling?” He concluded in a tone full of awe, “How could we have not seen what was right in front of us the whole damn time?”


George frowned and asked, “What hell are you going on about Harry?” He added, “I just admitted to being in love with you, have been since my final year at Hogwarts. I fancied you since my sixth and your fourth year since the Yule ball.”


Harry was positively beaming in delight. He replied, “I’ve fancied you since my fourth year and been in love since my fifth.” He added, scowling slightly, “And I never slept with you just so I could lose my virginity, even though that was a small part of it. I thought you knew me better than that.”


George asked, “Then why did you not say something earlier, say like my final year when you knew you were in love with me? If I had known in my final year, which was your fifth, then I would have asked you out. We could have been in a relationship by now.”


He was delighted that Harry felt the same, but annoyed as hell, that they had lost so much time together. If he had known back then, then he would have most likely been ready within another year to ask Harry to marry him of his own accord, and not because of some bloody stupid law.


Harry started to pace and replied, “I thought you just saw me as your little brothers best friend. I also thought you were straight. I never knew for sure that you were gay, not until Ginny mentioned it. She told me she was fine with me liking guys, seeing as you did as well.”


He added, “Then there was the night before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. I admit I did not want to go off in search of parts of Voldemort’s soul, whilst still a virgin in case I never made it back alive. The last thing I wanted was to die a virgin.”


He continued after a brief pause and stopped his pacing. “Look, I had no idea whether I would survive or not. Just in case I did not, I wanted you to be my first and my last. I would have died happily knowing I had at least got the chance to love you, even if it was only just the one time.”


He added, “But then I returned and defeated Voldemort, whilst managing to survive in the process. Things settled down and was getting things back on track in my life and thinking about whether I wanted to return to Hogwarts for my final year the following September.”


He concluded after stopping to choose his words carefully. “After I had finally settled and started to lead a normal life. I was going to ask you out, that is after finding out how you felt about me. Only to discover you were sleeping around with whoever took your fancy.”


George grimaced as he finished for him, “And because you saw me with different guys constantly over the last year, you thought I did not feel the same, that I was not interested in having a relationship with you.” Harry nodded in reply.


George scowled and said, “Bloody hell, I feel so stupid. I had no idea that my form of pain management was pushing you away. I only slept around to try and block out the constant feeling I kept getting every time you would visit the Burrow.”


Harry asked, “What feeling?” George replied, “That feeling that something extremely important in my life was missing, in other words, you. You were what I am missing. It is like this cold, black, and restless void.” George concluded, “In short, I love you Harry, and always will.”

George waited for Harry to react. He did not have to wait long. Without saying anything, Harry closed the distance between them. He pulled George by the front of his shirt, and threaded the fingers of his other hand though the dark red strands of hair. He then captured his lips in a hard kiss.


George froze for a moment in surprise, before cupping Harry’s jaw with both hands and kissed him back just as hard. He deepened the kiss just as Harry removed his other hand front of his shirt, to join his other hand in his hair.

They continued to kiss hungrily and passionately for a few more moments, before Harry broke the kiss and gasped out in a husky whisper, “Oh by the way, I love you too, and always will.”


George beamed at him brightly, before recapturing his lips in another kiss. Neither realised that quite a few Hogwarts students and their chosen spouses were witnessing the whole thing.


AN, Fred and Hermione’s meeting will be in part two of his chapter. I will be writing that next.