This is my first Fred and George fic. My first Harry Potter one in a while. I hope it's enjoyable. It contains twincest though, so be warned. I don't want you to flame me just to tell me you don't enjoy said pairing. So. Yeah. :D
Disclaimer: I am not now, nor have I ever been J.K. Rowling. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter.
Welcome to Paradise
Fred and George had always been close. Anyone could see that much. One was hardly ever seen without the other, and when they were seen together mischief always followed. It was an obvious statement to say that Fred love George, and the other way around. Some people thought the love they shared for each other was a bit…unconventional for two brothers, but played it off that it was because they were twins. Twins shared something deeper than just brothers, especially identical ones. These people had no idea just how intimate the love the two brothers shared was, they had no idea that there was more than met the eye. Much, much more. And that was how the two of them liked it. Whenever someone asked why they were so close, or hinted that they thought it was out of the ordinary, George would snort and Fred would answer: "Oh, yes, well, wouldn't you want to date someone who knows you better than yourself?" and they would both fall into fits of hysterics. Being the jokesters that they were, no one would think that out of the ordinary. They would think it was their way of playing it off, and be sent on their way, satisfied. The boys would then meet eyes, giggle softly at the person's inability to tell they were telling the truth, and entwine their hands behind each other's backs.
No one ever suspected them, or if they did they kept it quiet and to themselves, and the duo were thankful for that. They knew their love was real, but also knew that what they were was wrong. You weren't supposed to love someone like that who was in your family, you weren't supposed to snog your own brother, you just weren't. But Fred and George were no strangers to doing things you weren't supposed to do, that didn't bother them. It didn't bother them what people would think either. People in general. They did care about what their family would think. They couldn't bear to imagine the looks of hatred and disgust, the whispers behind their backs, the looks on their parents' and siblings' faces. What would Bill say? What would Percy say? And as for their mother…they didn't even want to think about that.
But none of this was on either twin's mind as they walked through the maze of the deserted Hogwarts halls, pinkies locked, hands swinging between them. Fred had the Marauder's Map open in front of him, surveying the school's traffic, George idly holding his wand in his other hand.
"Right about here should be good." Fred said as he stopped walking. George peeked over his brother's shoulder to gander at the map. There were no foot prints approaching this hall, or any of the others close to it.
"Are you sure? What if someone…"
"Oh come on, Georgie! Don't get all apprehensive on me now! Have I ever steered you wrong?"
George looked at his brother with a look that read 'are you seriously asking me that?' "Yes. Remember when you told me I had to try out the new recipe for those puking pastilles because you didn't think they were going to work?"
"Yes, but that was funny, and you know it."
"Not for me." George folded his arms.
"Come on, Gred! Please!"
"I dunno, Forge." But George did know. He knew he wanted to put his hands all over the other boy. But God, he loved to make Fred beg. Fred whined, imitating an impatient five year old.
"I don't wanna wait all night!" Fred trailed his fingers along George's jaw bone and whispered in his ear. George shivered.
"Okay, okay." He turned his head, lips connecting with lips. Fred pushed him against the nearest wall, his back colliding hard, but George didn't care. Fred moved his hands into George's fiery red hair, always being the leader. George leaned his head up, allowing him to reach his brother better. He tasted sweet, like pumpkin juice and the cherry flavor of Bertie Bott's. All else was lost, the world melted away. There was no more Hogwarts. No more teachers, no more hallways, no more portraits gawking at their activities, no more secrets.
George's wand fell to the floor with a clatter at the same moment that the Marauder's map fluttered down from Fred's hand. Fred's hands were everywhere, warm all over George's cold torso. His hands were snaking up beneath Fred's shirt, one pulling on his tie, pulling him closer. Fred separated his mouth from George's moving to his neck, trailing his tongue along his prominent collar bone. George made a small noise of approval, his hands moving consistently over Fred's chest. His eyes were shut tight, his hands moving to clutch Fred's hair in his fists. Fred loosened George's tie and threw it to the ground, no real reason behind the action. His hand moved to the buttons on George's pants.
"No, no." George whispered, his breath hot against Fred's ear. "Not here. Not now."
"Yeah. Wasn't…wasn't thinking." Fred straightened up, embracing George tightly, encircling him in his arms. "You know I love you."
"I do. But I love hearing you say it." George bent his head and kissed Fred once more. "I love you back."
Fred leaned up, deepening the kiss again, neither boy noticing the burgundy footprints on the map that lay on the ground nearing their hallway. Neither of them noticed the name floating on underneath the footprints, either.
Severus Snape.
His footsteps slid along the yellowed parchment gracefully, the same way George's tongue slid along Fred's bottom lip, the same way Fred's hands slid over George's back. The same way Snape's wand slowly slid out of his hand as he neared and slowly came to realize what he was seeing before him.
"If you boys would like to pause for a moment, I would like to have a word with you." Snape said, his words coldly cutting through the air and extinguishing the warmth the twins had previously been experiencing.
Fred was the first to look up, George scrambling to pick up the map and his wand without Snape seeing. "Shit."
"Very eloquently put, Mr. Weasley. Shit, indeed. Five points from Gryffindor for language."
"Uh, sorry." Fred said, slightly out of breath, his heart beating fast. He stole a look at George. His face has paled about three shades and his eyes were wider than Fred had ever seen them before.
"What are you gawking at, George? I'm the one who should be gawking. Care to explain what the two of you were just doing?" Snape demanded.
"Uhm. Well. We were just er.." George stammered, and swallowed hard.
"We were just, well. We were working on some of our illegal Skiving Snackboxes. A new one, a love candy. And well, um. George and I both ate one. And, um. They work!" Fred threw his hands up pathetically in an attempt to look triumphant. George nodded fervently.
"As believable as that sounds, this is one of your worst excuses, Fred Weasley. I do not believe you for a moment. Ten more points for lying. And fifteen from each of you for being out of your common room to engage in…whatever disgusting things you were planning on doing. I expect you will return to your quarters now. I will decide tomorrow what shall be done by way of punishment."
"But, professor! Isn't taking points enough?" George asked.
"Not hardly, Weasley. I suggest you stop arguing unless you want me to take more." Snape said. "And I will see what the headmaster has to say about such activities." he gestured flippantly to where they had been standing. "Back to your dormitories. Do not make me follow you there."
Fred and George immediately took off, stopping on the steps to the common room.
"He's going to tell Dumbeldore." George whispered. "Everyone's going to know, Fred."
"No they aren't. Snape doesn't have concrete evidence. We can convince Dumbeldore we're innocent. We've done it before." he kissed his brother on the cheek.
"This is different, though!"Fred sighed. "I know it is, George. I know it is."
The two walked through the portrait hole, pinkies hooked again. They climbed up the stairs to the dormitory and crawled into bed quietly. Everyone else was still asleep.
"Hey, George." Fred whispered.
"Yeah?"
"You know I love you. No matter what ends up happening."
"Yeah, I know." George answered. "Goodnight."
A/N. First chapter! Was it a success? Please let me know. I don't want to continue if no one likes this. And it will get better as it goes, I swear it. So press that little rectangular button down there and speak your mind!