Obsidian & Bronze {Fred Weasley}

23. Big talk

My stomach dropped at her words, my body frozen in disbelief, neither Hermione nor myself had spoken for at least five minutes, I opened my mouth countless times attempting to process through any kind of coherent response but I couldn't seem to even fathom a nod, before I finally managed to form some audible words.

"I don't um- I don't even know what to say. I have like six hundred questions" I sighed running my hands through my hair, dropping from the position on my knees to now sitting against the bath, attempting to ground myself.

"I assured her that we would be supportive of her and-"

"Of course we will be supportive, I don't give a fuck that she's gay, we are all slightly gay, expect you and Ron of course, token staright couple, I just- I mean...what about Harry?" I rambled in heavy pants, my brain running at an accelerated speed, although it was one I used too by now.

It was true, what I said, Ginny's sexuality didn't bother me in the slightest, that wasn't me. I could never comprehend unjustified hatred towards someone because of who they love, that shit seemed so dumb.

Coming to terms with sexuality is hard, let alone when you are currently dating your brother's best friend. Luckily I had Remus to teach me about that stuff growing up. I will forever be thankful for his approach, no questions were off limits and there was never any shame in anything, something I am eternally grateful for when things started getting confusing.

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August 12th 1995

"Hey Remus, you like guys right?" I asked inquisitively over breakfast, pushing the food I wasn't planning to eat around my plate aimlessly and glancing up at him for an answer.

"Yes I do, not currently or exclusively, why?" He asked back with a warm grin, reaching over and stabbing the lone piece of bacon on my plate with his fork and eating it before I could continue to play around with it.

"Cool, I like girls, not currently or exclusively either" I casually remarked, leaning over the table and holding out my hand, waiting until Remus placed a square of milk chocolate into my palm.

"Cool. Seriously though Ari, biologically you are the daughter of Marlene Mckinnon and Sirius Black and you were raised by me, quite frankly I'd be shocked if you weren't at least a little queer"

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That was it. No follow ups, no weirdly awkward questions, nothing. It was easy, a luxury not so many people have, but one will be forever thankful for.

This was nothing like that, not even close. I don't doubt that the Weasley family are one of utmost support, considering no one batted an eyelid when George started shagging Oliver, I'd say that burden was not one Ginny harboured.

Having to deal with Harry on the other hand, now that was going to be a shit show if I'd ever seen one.

"Did she say when, or if, she was going to tell anyone?" I asked, lifting myself to stand as my legs began to grow numb under my weight, before also pulling Hermione up off the closed toilet seat.

"She didn't mention it, and I didn't want to push. I don't doubt this is really hard for her, but I just..Ari I'm scared, I don't want Harry to get hurt" Hermione breathed out, her eye glazing over with worry as she fiddled with the hem of her jumper nervously.

"I know 'Mione, me neither, but unfortunately people get hurt, Harry being one of them, it isn't our place to do anything, as horrible as it sounds, we just have to sit and watch this unfold" I explained honestly, my words laced with guilt as I could sense Hermione, desperate to fix this, desperate to be the fixer.