A/N: SPOILER BOOK 7 I felt like writing a Twincest so here you go. If you don't like slash or Twincest then you don't have to read this. Kinda Fluffy, but what are you gonna do :D *shrugs*
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K Rowling and i never will be :( Awh nuu
I remember now.
I stumbled into the living room to see my twin lying on the sofa. His face was pale and drawn, and a large hole gaped at me where his ear should have been.
"George!" I shouted, terror rising in my throat. I rushed to his side and clutched his hand
"George, you have to be okay" I whispered while trembling. He can't die. He can't.
"Fred?" He says finally
"Yeah, bro, I'm here. How are you feeling?" I asked, concerned
"Saint like" He managed a grin as a puzzled look crossed my face
"Holy, Fred. I'm holy" he said, laughing a bit. Everyone had left the room
"Fred?" He asked me, shakily
"Yeah, bro?" I replied, moving closer to him
"In case I don't make it" He began weakly
"You're gonna make it George"
"But in case I don't. I need you to know I'm in love with you" He closed his eyes as if admitting to it had sapped his strength
I kissed him passionately on the lips, then. No-one entered the room, no-one knew about the Weasley twin's secret love. Never.
"I love you too. Don't worry; neither of us are going anywhere"
I remember now. Because I am dead. Life brought him to me. Death took him away again not a year later. I love you George. Forever.
There you go, that's my Twincest. Kinda dark. R.I.P Fred :'(
Perita-BrightEyes~
I will remember forever