Harry/Fred
Harry knew he had friends who cared about him, loved him even, but he always felt so bloody lonely.
It was the Potter luck, he supposed. Just once he’d like that luck to shine on him and help him find someone that would be his. Harry was sick of being alone.
Ron and Hermione got married and Harry clapped and cheered and wondered if he’d ever find that.
Then Fred happened.
“Hey, good looking, whatcha cookin?” Fred asked when he popped in Grimmauld unannounced one night.
Harry yelped and nearly skewed Fred in the eye with the carrot he’d been wandlessly peeling.
Fred laughed, Harry grinned, and that had been that.
“This isn’t a prank, is it?” Harry asked quietly when Fred kissed him that day.
“No foolin’, darlin,” Fred promised.
Harry fell for Fred hard and fast as they got to know the adult that they both grew to become.
He was there and he loved Harry and Harry loved him and it felt like Lady Luck was finally shining on Harry.
“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Harry asked tearfully when Fred dropped to one knee and proposed.
“No foolin, darlin.”