Harry Potter fan Fic, Harry and Fred

Harry crept along the dark halls. The sun was just coming up. He had been visiting the Weasleys for two days now, and he now was sure that he loved Fred. He crept past Ginny's bedroom, where she was sitting on her bed. 'Probably writing a ship story about me and her', Harry thought irritably. Suddenly, he ran into a stiff figure. He looked up a little to see Fred Weasley, gasping. "Oh, Harry, if you wanted to talk you should have just kicked the door open and banged pots and pans together!" Harry blushed.

"So, why ARE you creeping around The Burrow?" Fred asked suspiciously after pulling Harry into the bathroom. He stood upright. "Er -" He whispered, "I - I was looking for you..."
"What, you like someone or something?"
"Er...yes..."
Fred's eyes lit up. He blushed suddenly and looked down. "W - who?" He asked. He looked longingly at Harry, who was fiddling with his fingers.
"J - just a friend..."
"A close one?"
"Er...yes."
"Is - is it Hermione?"
"I wouldn't ever." Harry laughed anxiously.
"Well, I can't imagine any other close friends you have besides...besides Ron..."
"It's not him."
"Ginny?"
Harry shook his head. Fred suddenly frowned. "Luna?" Harry shook his head with a laugh. "Is it George? Or Percy?" Quietly, he whispered, "O - or me?" Harry froze. "One of those, yes." He said. Fred snickered. "Oh, I can break the news to Percy easily. He may be working too hard to support your family though -"
"It's not him."
"George?"
"Um..."
Fred sighed. "He doesn't like you back, kid, sorry.
Harry looked up at Fred. "It's not him either." A flash of realization spread across his face. "Oh..."

Suddenly, Harry walked over. He planted a kiss on Fred's lips. It was tender and sent shivers down both of their spines. Quickly, Harry dashed out of the room, so embarrassed and proud he was crying.

That morning, at breakfast, Fred kept on staring at Harry. He longed for the kiss again. He was addicted to it. He would give away everything he has just to be kissed again.
Ron was trying to discuss something with Harry, but he was mostly unresponsive. He too wanted the kiss again, and for it to never go away.
Suddenly, Ron cried, "God, Harry, what's wrong with you this morning!" He shrugged. But he knew very, very well what it was. He was going to marry Fred someday, he knew it...but he wasn't sure how Fred felt.