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George's POV

"George?"

"Mmm?" I mumble sleepily.

"George, can I sleep in your bed? I had another nightmare."

I sigh and prop myself up on my elbows, "Again, Fred? Was it the same one?" I ask.

Fred climbs into my bed and nods, "Yeah, same one." He said as he crawls under the blankets and nestles in. "I don't want to talk about it, though." He says sleepily.

I nod my head as I yawn, "Alright Fred, g'night." I say as I rest my head on my pillow once more.

I soon hear snores coming from my brother and sigh with relief. I had known as soon as my brother had crawled into my bed that I wouldn't be getting much sleep. Whenever he slept with me, I couldn't help but notice how cute he was sleeping or how his chest would rise and fall peacefully.

Yes. That's right. I'm in love with my twin brother. I've always loved my brother.

Our fifth year at Hogwarts, I started to realize I loved my brother in a different way than I had before. I started to swoon when Fred would send his crooked smile my way. I kept getting lost in his deep blue eyes and would lose myself in daydreaming about him and me walking through the halls hand in hand.

For months, I beat myself up for my love. I mean, what kind of person was I being in love with my twin brother? I was disgusted with myself, to say the very least. What would Fred say if he ever found out? I knew that there was no way he loved me back; he would never be as sick as I am.

So for the past two years, I kept my feelings secret. I would and never will tell him that I love him. The only proof that I love him is in a journal from fifth year that I keep locked in my bed stand. Now that Fred and I moved into the apartment above our shop and have separate rooms, he'll never find it.

I looked over at Fred. He had a small smile on his face and he was hugging his pillow. I watched his chest rise and fall, wondering what he was dreaming about.

"I wonder what I wrote in that diary." I think to myself, "I haven't read it in years."

I slowly get up, making sure not to disturb Fred. I walk around the bed to the side the bed stand is on; the side by Fred. I look at the drawer and whisper, "Bogglethrop," the secret password. It clicks open. I look over at Fred to make sure he is still sleeping before pulling the drawer open and grabbing the journal.

I sit down on the floor, leaning against the bed and begin to read the first page:

It was really weird, but today I noticed that Fred looked really cute when his he flipped his hair. Is it weird that I thought that about my twin brother? That's not even all. I also thought that his little lopsided smile and his laugh were really…seductive almost. God, I can't believe I just said that! I am so screwed up. Oh, well I better go, Fred and the guys are coming into the room.

I flip to the next page and see that it was written one month after the first.

It's 3 A.M. right now. Fred had another one of his nightmares and is sleeping in my bed for the fifth time this month. He's been having a lot of nightmares lately. I'm really worried about him, but at the same time, I enjoy him sleeping in my bed. I know it's strange but I think I love my brother in a not so brotherly way. I lay up at night all the time just thinking about him. It's getting worse. I get lost in his eyes all the time and can't help but blush whenever he says my name. I feel my heart beat faster whenever he's around, which, by the way, is all the time. I know what you're thinking: "He's your twin! What's wrong with you?" but the thing is, I can't help it. He's the only one who really gets me. I know I will never have a relationship with anyone like the one I have with him! Oh God, he looks so cute sleeping. He snores so cute.

I stop reading and laugh inwardly. I realize that I am in the same position I was in two years ago. Before I can start reading again, I hear Fred murmur and shuffle in the bed. I drop the journal back inside the drawer, close it cautiously, and get back into bed on my side. I close my eyes, and begin to fall asleep.

Fred's POV

I feel an elbow in my rib and jerk awake. I look over and realize that George is hogging most of the bed again.

I yawn and get up; judging by the light outside, it's about seven in the morning. Quietly, I put my feet over the edge, stretch and step out of bed as to not wake George. When my feet touch the floor, they are greeted by something hard. I look down and see a book lying on the ground.

"What's this?" I think as I pick it up.

I look at the cover and realize it's a journal. I smile inwardly, "Ooo a little dirt on Georgie, aye?" I say to myself. I flip open to a page in the middle and begin to read:

Fuck, fuck, fuck! It's happening again! I thought it had ended, but it didn't! It's been weeks since I've looked at him that way and now I'm doing it again! He's so cute and sexy and just perfect! The way he flips his hair is to die for and when the light catches it just right, it looks like flames. Why do I feel this way? Why am I in love with my twin brother?

My eyes widen and I gasp loudly. George, my twin brother, loves me? No. He doesn't love me; he's in love with me! That's something entirely different. I stand up and groan loudly. I can't believe this I can't believe that George-

"Fred?" I whip around as a tired voice comes from behind me. George is sitting there in bed staring at me curiously.

I hold the book behind my back and try to speak, "I'm so sorry, George. I-I didn't mean to look. I'm so, so sorry!" I try to say but it comes out fast and staggered.

George knits his eyebrows, "What are you talking about, Fred?" he asks, "and what's behind your back? And-" he stops. My heart stops when I see the look of realization come across his face. He looks down at the bed and mumbles one word, "Shit."