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Harry and Ginny broke up in his sixth year, they told people it was to keep her safe with him being at the centre of the war, but it was actually because they both realised they were gay. Gin had bounced from relationship to relationship, supposedly because she couldn't have the boy she wanted, but once she finally had him she didn’t want him in that way. Harry had never liked that many people, and Ginny was the only girl he had ever had a real relationship with, he loved her, but not in the way he was supposed to. It was after they hid the half blood prince textbook together that they finally talked. It all came out, they both were forcing themselves, and neither wanted to be that with each other. Ginny had realised first, confessing that she just doesn’t like guys that way, and how uncomfortable she is being touched by them, but how alive she feels with girls. Thats what made it click for Harry, he admired women, but he felt right with men. They stayed friends, and they loved each other, they even joked that if they ever needed a marriage of convenience they always had each other. After the war Ginny finally confessed to Luna, and the two have been together the last two years. They are finally getting married that summer, and everyone is gearing up for the wedding tomorrow. Harry is staying at the Burrow with all the Weasley’s, helping to set up and cast all the necessary enchantments. They’re just cleaning up from dinner when Gin starts teasing him.
“Well you’ve lost your chance to have a marriage of convenience with me Harry.” Ginny teases as she grabs a load of dishes.
Harry snorts at that. “Oh no, whatever shall I do, I’ve lost my only chance to marry into the Weasley clan. I’ll just have to settle for being the adopted son, really, my loss entirely."
That gets her cackling. Molly just sighs wistfully. “Oh you’ll always be part of the family dear, though it would have been nice to have you marry in.”
“Harry could still marry in, technically speaking.” Ron muses as he caries food to the kitchen.
“Yeah, he’s gay, and you have four unmarried sons.” Fred adds on.
“Yeah, Harry could still marry one of us. What you say Harrykins, which of my no good brothers will convince you to give up the bachelor lifestyle.” George asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Molly lights up at the idea. “OH.” She says with a clap of her hands. “Oh yes! What a lovely idea.”
Harry blushes. “I don’t know about that.”
“What? We’re not good enough for you Potter?” Charley teases as he starts in on the pots and pans.
“I doubt Wood would give me up, not even for you Harry, fraid I’m out.” Percy says as he makes tea for them all.
“So Bill’s out, cause Fleur is scary.” Gin counts down on her finger. “Percy has a Quidditch nut, that just leaves Charley, Fred, George or Ron.”
Ron makes a disgusted face. “Look, just cause I’m bi doesn’t mean I want Harry, thats basically incest, he’s my brother.”
Harry also looks queasy at the thought. “Yeah, I think we can safely rule Ron out. Sides I think Blaise might actually kill me, his mothers gotten away with offing six husbands, I doubt her son would have trouble offing one.”
Ron snorts, his boyfriend is notoriously jealous, the man is down right scary when people try to hit on Ron. He’s not violent, but he has this quiet intensity that freaks everyone out, while he’s simultaneously showering Ron with love and affection. It’s something to see.
“So its either Charley or one of the twins.” Gin states.
Charley claps his thigh from where he’s seated at the kitchen table. “Fuck it, I’m in. What you say Harry? And remember, I bring dragons to the table.”
That gets harry chuckling, Charley is shorter and stockier than Ron or the twins, with a pretty impressive array of scars and a lot of muscle from all his dragon wrangling. He’s an attractive guy, and he has a pretty cool job. “Ok, who can top hot dragon tamer?” Harry jokes as he starts to dry dishes.
“Oy, you can’t be considering a dragon head when you have the worlds sexiest men right in front of you.” Fred objects.
“Yeah, dragons are dragons, scaly firer breathing pests, we’ve got innovation, invention, imagination!” George adds.
“I am not marrying you both.” Harry warns with mischief in his eye. “You’ll have to make your case as individuals.”
Fred and George look at each other grinning, if there is anything the two love it’s a challenge.
“Hey, I’m a catch, come on Harry, run away to Romania with me.” Charley says with a wink.
“Charley, Charley, Charley. The whole point of a marriage of convenience is to have sweet little Harrykins join the family, not run away. I’m afraid you simply don’t fill the requirements.” Fred says shaking his head sadly. “No our adorable little Harry needs a husband who will bring him home for Sunday dinners, not whisk him away for a life of shovelling Dragon dung in Romania.” He finishes with a wink to Harry.
“Oh? And I suppose you have a better offer?” Harry asks good naturedly.
“Me?” Fred says play acting shock. “Why I’m flattered Potter, really am, but I think little miss brightest witch of her age might hex my bollocks off, no I believe my twin has this covered.” He says hitting George on the back hard enough to send him stumbling towards Harry.
“Well I’ve been volentold, so guess I’m up.” He says as he rights himself, smoothing his hair dramatically.
Harry stops drying, leaning against the counter crossing his arms, grinning up at George. He’s tall and lanky, but his arms and shoulders are well toned from his years as a beater on the gryffendore team, he still plays on a rec league, Harry plays as the league seeker too. He and the twins have gotten pretty close since the war, seeing each other every week for games, and then heading to the pub afterwards with the team. Harry even helps out in the shop every other week or so, he and George especially have become great friends.
“All right. Lets hear the pitch.” Harry says with a playful challenge.
George grins. It’s a grand thing, his whole face lights up with it, and Harry feels pinned to the spot. He reaches into his vest and pulls out a pink lily, before he presents it to Harry with a flourish, gallantly kneeling before him holding out the bloom.
“If you were to take my hand in a marriage of convenience I would present you with flowers of convenience everyday.”
Harry takes the lily, smiling at George’s theatrics. “I only see one.” He says as he smells the flower, next thing he knows soft pink petals are blooming to life all throughout the room, as George takes his free hand to tenderly kiss, before standing with a wink, not letting go of his hand.
“If you were to accept my proposal of convenience I would lavish you with magic everyday, music and flowers, and chocolate would be a daly fact of life.” He moves to take Harry up in a waltz, making the shorter man laugh, as soft music starts to play from no where. “I would dance with you every night, cook with you every day, prank your enemies, and of course get you invited to all of the Weasley events.”
Harry is beaming as he spun around the room in a sea of lilies and soft music. “Is that all?”
George grins even wider if thats possible. “Oh luv, life with me would be so much fun. Quidditch every week, a prank shop to run amok in, a partner in crime. I’ve would give you such a life my darling.” They're dance slows, and Harry can’t look away from honey brown eyes. “If you chose me, I would spend the rest of our lives making you smile just like this, you want me to make a fool of myself, I happily will, I’ll happily be a fool for you Harry. Just say the word and I’ll be yours.” He says the last part in little more than a whisper. “I’d give you all the happiness I can.”
Harry finds himself nodding. “Ok.”
George stops dancing, holding Harry close, his face looks completely stunned. “What?”
Thats when Harry remembers, this was just a game, a silly bit taken to far. The room has gone silent, every one staring opened mouthed at the pair, and Harry realises what he’d just said. So clearly the only thing to do is run.
George is just standing there staring at where Harry just was, he doesn’t snap out of it until he hears the kitchen door slam shut. “Wha-”
Fred grabs his shoulders and shakes him out of it. “George, for fucks sakes man, go after him!”
“I-uh, did he just?” George asks stupidly.
“George, I swear to god if you don’t go and find Harry right now you are uninvited from the wedding!” Ginny threatens.
Ron stands up, he grabs George by the back of the collar and drags him to the door shoving him out of it. “If you hurt him, I’ll sick Blaise on you.” He says with a grin as he shuts the door in George’s face.
Well George doesn’t need to be told more than three times, he looks around the garden, catching a glimpse of black hair disappearing behind the broom shed, heading for the orchard. George is off in a flash, he see’s Harry as he heads into the trees, so George picks up his pace, he has maybe a hundred yards before Harry can just apparate away, and he has no intentions of letting him go.
He finally catches up to him, Harry is clearly flustered and embarrassed, and he isn’t stopping.
“Harry.” George calls as he reaches out for him, Harry looks back and he blanches.
“Ge-George. It’s really ok, I’m fine, I-I just, I just needed some air.” He stammers as George grabs ahold of his wrist, keeping him in place.
“I’m not sorry.” He says.
Harry looks at him like he grew a second head. “What?”
“I’m not sorry.” He says again, pulling Harry closer. “I meant it. Well not the marriage of convenience, that was just joking around, but I meant what I said about giving you a fun life, about being a fool for you. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, I didn’t mean to do that in front of everyone, but I’m not sorry I said it, cause I meant it.”
George is breathing heavily, and he can see the quick rise and fall of Harry’s chest, he holds Harry by the wrist still, not allowing him to disappear before they’ve hashed it all out. “You did?”
George softens, pulling Harry in by his waist to hold him close. “Every word. I’m a bit mad for you, have been for a while honestly.”
Harry leans into him, his eyes look like light passing through foliage, warm green with flecks of gold. “Really?”
“Really really.” George says fondly.
Harry surges on his toes to kiss him, it’s sweet and tentative at first, but when he opens his mouth George takes over the kiss, fuelling it with his desperation and need to the man in his arms. Harry melts into it, letting George take everything. Suddenly Harry finds himself backed into a tree, George pressing into him, he lifts Harry off his feet and Harry yelps in surprise. George doesn’t pull away, just snogging the daylights out of him. Harry however is not a passive person, he runs his hands through ginger locks, twisting to pull, getting a guttural groan out of the older man. Harry gives as good as he gets, wrapping his legs around George’s waist, hooking his feet into George’s ass to pull him as close as possible, drawing a moan out of them both, as they grind into each other.
George moves to kiss harry’s jaw and neck. “Fuck, Harry. I’ve wanted you for ever.”
“George.” Harry moans out his name, it might just be the best sound he’ll ever hear.
“Be mine, say you’ll be mine luv.” He begs as he kisses a mark under Harrys ear.
Harry nods enthusiastically. “As long as that means your mine too.”
George looks into green eyes, Harry is looking at him like he’s the only person on earth, he can’t help the smile. “Yeah, I’m yours luv, all yours.”
The kitchen is abuzz after George leaves, everyone speculating and betting. Molly is puttering around fretting, hoping, Harry has always been her son as far as she's concerned, but her George and her Harry getting together would be so perfect, she’s not sure how she didn’t see it before. They wait about forty minutes before Fred and Ron go to look for them, they still have dessert and a few more wedding preparations to get to before they can call it a night. As she’s finished setting out desert the two get back, Fred looking like he’s just pulled off a prank and Ron looking like he’s about to throw himself off the highest point he can find.
“Where are Harry and George? Did they work it out?” She asks worried.
Ron makes another face as Fred claps him on the back. “Oh I doubt we'll see them again before tomorrow, best to leave them to it.” He says with a wink and a grin.
Ron makes a gagging sound. “Gods can I scourgify my brain?”
Ginny holds out her hand to Charley. “Pay up.”
He rolls his eyes but passes her a few sickles. “Damn, I really thought they’d make it off the property."
“Have you met those two? The most impatient men I’ve ever seen.” Ginny says with a snort.
Percy rolls his eyes but has a fond smile, while Bill breaks out into a giant grin. Arthur grabs his wife’s hand giving it a kiss. “We should get started without them dear.”
Molly decides to let it be, as she serves out the pie and ice cream, very pleased for her boys.