Bill isn't the only Weasley with a partner any longer
Saturday, January 13th, 2001
“Are you ready to talk about it now?” Harry gently questioned, doing his best to keep from pressuring or further scaring the other man.
George just looked down.
“It’s okay if you’re not.”
“No—” George took a deep breath, trying to remind himself why he had Harry here today. Tried to think of how Sage effected, or at least hinted about, what Harry’s reaction to this would be. “No. I want to, I’m just….Scared.”
Scared. George was scared a lot, always had been. Forever he hid it, it wasn’t manly, but after Fred’s death, his twin’s death, it was impossible to any longer. Doctor Whiton, his therapist, said that expressing his fears, paranoia, anxieties, was actually healthy, nothing to be ashamed of. He wasn’t so sure, but….Well, he would try.
“That’s okay.” Harry smiled in a soft way he wasn’t capable of before adopting Sage, but which he seemed to use quite often now. “I promise, whatever it is, it’ll be okay. We’re friends, you can talk to me about anything.”
The redhead inhaled with a quick nod, trying to summon any ounce of Gryffindor courage he had ever contained. “I, well, I’m seeing someone.”
“Oh, George! That’s great!”
George smiled despite himself, but then remembered why he was anxious in the first place. It wasn’t about him being in a relationship, it was who he was in a relationship with. “He, um, asked me out at midnight on New Years.”
“Aww. How romantic! Do I know him?”
George’s voice hitched, not allowing him to speak for several seconds. George had always been the more emotional twin, always trying to hold back tears to seem more like Fred, but the older man’s death only made it worse. That’s what he was doing right now, trying not to cry, or even let his eyes water—Doctor Whiton would say that was unhealthy, but old habits die hard and George thought he could be forgiven just this once.
“George?” Harry seemed less happy, excited, and a lot more concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just….It’s okay I’m dating a m-man?”
“Oh, George, of course it is. I don’t care who you like, love, whatever, let alone their gender. I’m just happy you’ve found someone who makes you happy.”
George responded, but he was too quiet, and his voice broke in emotion, so Harry couldn't understand him.
“Sorry, what?”
“Lee….I’m dating Lee….” The twenty-three year old repeated, voicing wavering just a little, but unwilling to hide who it was now that the big secret was out.
“Jordan?”
“Do we know any other Lee’s?”
“Not that I know of, but….Well you all always talk about how centered I am around Sage, so, I wouldn’t know anyhow.” Harry joked back, but it wasn’t half untrue.
“Yes, Lee Jordan.”
“I’m really happy for you….Also, not to overshadow your moment, but I’m bisexual. So….” Harry didn’t really know what else to say, so ended it there.
George just smiled. “Me too.”
And that was about all that needed to be said.