Harry/Fred
“Mate… that’s Fred’s.”
Harry looked down at the jumper he’d pulled on and blushed at the yellow F knitted on the front of it.
“How bizarre,” Harry said quickly. “C’mon, let’s go fly.”
Harry spent Christmas with the Weasley’s and Ginny giggled when Fred passed out with his head on Harry’s lap.
“Fred’s always clinging to you,” she said with a grin.
Harry shrugged and then brushed Fred’s hair off his forehead.
“How bizarre,” he said quietly, not wanting to wake him up.
“What on earth is that?” Hermione asked when it was Valentines Day and Harry got a giant bouquet of roses delivered to him at breakfast by Hedwig.
“Harry’s got a secret admirer!” Dean snickered.
Harry blushed as red as the roses and flicked his eyes down the table just in time to see Fred’s smug smile from his seat.
“How bizarre.”
Harry spent summer break at the shop with the twins, helping them open it and stock the shelves and keep customers happy.
“Harry’s always here,” Ron whined to Hermione. “I wanted to go fly and he said he can’t until the store closes.”
Hermione looked where Harry was leaning against the counter, laughing and clutching Fred’s arm. Fred smiled at Harry with twinkling blue eyes and Harry looked at him like he hung the sun and the moon both.
“Yes,” she agreed drily. “How bizarre.”