The Bi Who Loved

Glee- Shattered Mirrors

It had been two years since Fred died. Two years since the war. And two years since George Weasley had returned to the Burrow.

It had taken a lot of pleading from Molly and his family, even gentle coaxing from Lee, but George had finally agreed to visit, only on the conditions that Lee come with him. 

When Molly and Arthur had spotted George's hand on the clock finally go from work to home, just two weeks before Christmas, they had excitedly jumped to their feet, watching the door intently, waiting for it to swing open and reveal the familiar redhead.

But just as it had clicked open, Molly and Arthur were more than surprised to see George with hair that was a vibrant shade of bubblegum pink.

It had clearly been newly done, as George's ginger roots were no where to be seen, and the pink dye stains could still be seen at the base of his neck, just where his hair had lay.

"Hi mum," George had said, a half smile on his lips, "Hi dad,"

Lee waved happily from behind George, his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath foggy in the cold.

"Oh, George, honey!" Molly had breathed, immediately throwing her arms around him. "Welcome home, we missed you!"

"Miss... missed you too mum," George faltered, looking over Molly's shoulder at his father who was busy holding back his tears. 

George opened an arm, inviting him in and Arthur walked up to George awkwardly wrapping his arms around his wife and son, and the three stood there, in near silence.

"Oh, look at us, we're such a mess! I'm sorry Lee, welcome, welcome" Molly had said, finally stepping back and wiping away her tears, before realising her son had no obvious expression on his face. She swallowed anxiously, glancing at Lee who was smiling sympathetically. "George, you look exhausted, have you been getting enough sleep?"

George simply shook his head, refusing to elaborate further.

Immediately springing into action, Molly started to try and usher George and Lee upstairs. "Everyone's here already- but your room is completely empty, I made sure of it, you and Lee can go up now and-"

"No," came Georges response.

Molly's words fumbled. "I'm sorry?"

"I can't," George said shortly. 

"But George-"

"Lee can sleep there- I'm sorry mum, but I just can't, not after- Not after..." George's voice wavered as if he wasn't used to speaking so many words at once, and Molly chewed on her bottom lip, unsure of what to say next. 

She didn't have to. George offered his own solution, "I'll sleep on the sofa,"

Molly nodded her approval, before stepping back and leaning onto Arthur's chest. She waved George off to the sofa and kissed his forehead, holding her lips there for a moment longer than necessary.

Lee had silently crept upstairs to Fred and Georges room in the dark. He knew the Burrow like the back of his hand, and had been to this exact room multiple times. He had slept over, of course many times too, often wedged between the Weasley twins, with Fred on his right and George on his left. In the dead of night he remembered how his pinkie would secretly intertwine with George's as the three had midnight conversations.

Lee sighed, reminiscing. He laid on the right side- Fred's side, and closed his eyes.

The next morning when the Weasley family, plus Harry and Hermione, were all sitting at the table for breakfast, all eyes were on George's new, pink hair.