You and George had already been dating for some time, maybe three months or so, when you knew you had to tell him that you weren't only attracted to guys.Deep down you knew that George would never judge you or think any less of you for this but toxic thoughts in your head convinced you otherwise.These hateful thoughts of your own were the reason you were pacing back and forth in the boy's dorm where you awaited George to come in after a Saturday detention.You were mid pacing and mid panicking when the door swung open revealing your boyfriend with an expression that read exhaustion, no doubt from a long evening with Professor SnapeHis frown soon quirked up into the same loose boyish grin you adored when he noticed you stood in the center of the roomJust like many times before you were now convinced you should not tell him. You plastered on a smile despite feeling anything but happy and moved forward to embrace your boyfriend, placing a sweet kiss on his lips that he happily returned.When you pulled back, still smiling to hide your insecurities George knew something was wrong even if you did your best to hide your unhappiness.After all, no one knew all of your tell tale signs better than George. George could tell you were struggling with something and what he did not know but that didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was how to make you feel better. He gingerly took your hand and gently pulled you down onto his bed so you two were sitting next to each other.He was gentle as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand that he held with his thumb asking, "What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours?"All at once your facade broke and the expression was an anxious one that mingled with fear - the fear that he wouldn't accept what you needed to tell him.George was patient as the the low chatter heard from the common room filled the air and after a beat of silence you looked off the side and gathered your courage barely mumbling out the words, "I'm bisexual""What did you say love?" He asked, not hearing a word you said.

You let out a distressed distressed sigh, barely being able to say the words the first time. Again, you uttered the words, although much more clearly articulated this time around, "I'm bisexual" and squeezed your eyes shut tight, unable to bear to look at George in this moment. Your mind was convinced you would witness the love in his eyes turn to disgust, which was something you couldn't bear. George's reaction was instantaneous as his hand came to cup your jaw as he caressed your cheek softly, urging you to open your eyes and look at him."C'mon angel," He murmured, still caressing the soft skin of your cheek with his calloused thumb from the many hours of Quidditch practice.
When your eyes finally fluttered opened you found George not looking at you like he couldn't stand that sight of you, but rather gazing at you lovingly. His other hand released your hand that he had been holding and moved his hand so that he was now cupping your jaw with both of his hands. With a slight smile quirking at the corners of his lips he asked you in a tender albeit teasing voice, "Smile for me won't you? You know how much I hate seeing you upset."You let out a soft, breathy laugh at his comment. George brushed his thumb along your bottom lip as you smiled at him "That's my girl," he murmured with a sense of pride at both the fact you were his girl and that you trusted him enough to share your sexuality with him."Remember what I told - I love you no matter what?" He asked sincerely to which you nodded. Smiling down at you he said firmly yet lovingly, "Then this doesn't change a thing. It never could, not when I love you as much as I do."
You smiled up at him which in return made George grin the very same boyish way that had made you fall for him all over again.With his hand still cupping your jaw, he brought your lips down to his in a sweet kiss that left both of you feeling the love you both held for one another no matter what just like George had told you again and again.