Rated:PG-13 for language (ok, there are two swearwords!)
WARNING: This is slash and contains twincest.
A/N: Okay, one night as I was going to sleep I just thought up this little one-shot. The next day I went to Disney and I wrote it on my way there with the help of my friend Mari. It's amazing the similarities between Fred/George and Harry/Draco. It was that thought that got me writing this little thing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.
Harry was a boy of many habits. Biting his nails, waking up early, and pacing when he was
extremely nervous were just a few. That is why, while thinking of the events of a few hours ago, he
was practically walking a hole in the common room floor.
"Shit," he shouted to the empty room. He thought back to when he first met the real Draco. After
fourth year summer, Draco Malfoy returned to Hogwarts irrecognizable. He no longer walked about
as if he owned Hogwarts, and, indeed, he rarely spoke to anyone. That year was fifth year, O.W.L.
year. Harry had had a long talk with McGonogall in which she told him that he needed to pass his
Potions O.W.L. with at least an E if he wanted to become an Auror. Harry didnt want to ask
Hermione for help; she had enough work on her own without having to tutor Harry in Potions.
Instead, he went to the, now changed, Slytherin. Draco had complied easily enough and,
predictably, friendship had ensued.
Tonight was a huge mistake, he thought with despair. He massaged his temple and replayed the
scene in his head.
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*FLASHBACK*
"Harry, you're not paying attention," snapped Draco.
"Yes, I am," he lied. The truth was that he wasn't paying attention to what Draco was saying but
was letting the sound of his voice wash over him while he was watching him, studying him, wanting
to reach out and... He stopped the train of thought before it could go any further
"Really? In that case, tell me the fourth ingredient of a Pepper-up Potion."
"Um..."
"Exactly what I thought," he said, pleased to know that he was right but still peeved that he was
wasting his energy on someone who wouldnt even pay attention. Harry sat up from the floor of the
Charms classroom where he lay beside Draco.
"How about a break?" he suggested.
"Alright," complied Draco, hiding the fact that he was grateful for the break behind a scowl. "I
brought some pupkin juice," he said as Harry stretched his muscles. "You want?"
"Sure."
It was then that it happened.
Draco and Harry had touched before, a gentle brush of the hand as they turned a page, or the
contact between their arms as they lay side by side. Every single time it had sent a shiver through
Harry. This time though, it was different. When Draco passed Harry the glass of pupkin juice, their
fingertips brushed together, and at the very same moment, their eyes met. A shock passed through
Harry's body, and he dropped the glass. He hardly noticed when it shattered, though, because at
that moment he knew nothing except that he wanted, no, needed, to have Draco. He grabbed the
front of his robes and slammed him against the wall. He kissed him desperately, as though he
might die if he ever stopped. Draco kissed back just as desperately. It was all tongue, and teeth,
and lips, and spit. They dove into eachother's mouths. They clung to eachother as if their life
depended on it, running their hands over every inch of their bodies.
All of a sudden the realization of what was happening hit him.
"This is wrong," murmured Harry. Draco pushed him back. There was a flash of anger before he put
on his mask of indifference. Harry saw through the mask. Behind it there was pain, fury, hurt.
"Don't tell me this is wrong," said Draco through clenched teeth.
"I-I...It is wrong."
"Wrong because I'm a boy, or wrong because it's me?"
"I don't know. Maybe...both."
"Then fuck you, Potter," he said before storming out.
Harry stared at the doorway for a few seconds, almost daring to hope that Draco would be back to
tell him that it was all okay. When he didn't, Harry picked up his and Draco's things. With a heavy
heart, he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room.
*END FLASHBACK*
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He ran a hand through his hair and continued to pace. At that moment the portrait door swung open
to let in Fred and George.
"Hey," they said in greeting but stopped when they saw the look on Harry's face.
"Are you alright?" asked George.
Harry shook his head and felt his eyes start to water. He blinked his tears away. "I've kissed
someone that I shouldn't have and now everything is all wrong," he blurted out.
"I take it they didnt appreciate being kissed," said Fred questioningly.
"Oh, no, that's not it. The person very much appreciated it."
"Then what's wrong?"
"It's what I said. I said that it was wrong."
"How can you tell a girl that kissing her is wrong?!" asked Fred incredulously.
"Well, it wasnt a girl. It was-"
"So just because it was a wizard instead of a witch, you think it's wrong?" they both exclaimed.
"Yes, and, well, it w-was Draco." Understanding dawned on both of them while Harry was still trying
to figure out why he was talking to them about his love life. There was a moment of silence in which
the twins tried to figure out what advice to give Harry.
"Should we tell him?" George asked his twin. The other nodded.
"Alright, Harry, in order to help you out we are going to tell you a secret, something that only Fred
and I know about. If anyone ever found out about this we'd...well, we'd die." George looked very
serious as he said this, a strange look on his usually smiling face.
"You can't tell anyone," continued Fred where his brother had left off. "Not Hermione, not any of
your dorm mates, and you especially cannot tell Ron." Harry promised them that he would not tell a
soul.
"We know exactly how you feel, mate. We are both gay and we both love 'someone we shouldn't'."
"Who?" said Harry, his curiosity piqued.
"Eachother," they said in unison. Harry's jaw dropped.
"Y-you and h-him," he said pointing, "are together?" They both grinned and nodded.
"But you're brothers!"
"Yes, we're well aware of that. Now, back to your problem. You see, we both tried to deny it for
years-"
"-and even when we finally accepted it, it took us a while to confess it to eachother," finished the
other twin. Harry was still in shock but recooperating quickly. He was starting to see where this
was going.
"All those years that we could have been together were wasted because we both denied our
more-than-brotherly love."
"We dont want to see you go throught the same thing that we did. The torture of beign so close and
yet so far." With this, Fred took George's hand in his own and squeezed it slightly.
"Love," said Fred, "is never wrong. It is something that few people have and even less appreciate."
"Go talk to Malfoy," he advised. "Apologize to him and tell him that there has never been anything
more right that his kisses." Harry blushed slightly, but a fierce determination appeared in his eyes.
He said his thanks to the twins and did exactly as they told him to. After a long talk with Draco, he
forgave him, and that very night they made love for the first time, but certainly not the last.
The End...or is it?
WARNING: This is slash and contains twincest.
A/N: Okay, one night as I was going to sleep I just thought up this little one-shot. The next day I went to Disney and I wrote it on my way there with the help of my friend Mari. It's amazing the similarities between Fred/George and Harry/Draco. It was that thought that got me writing this little thing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.
Harry was a boy of many habits. Biting his nails, waking up early, and pacing when he was
extremely nervous were just a few. That is why, while thinking of the events of a few hours ago, he
was practically walking a hole in the common room floor.
"Shit," he shouted to the empty room. He thought back to when he first met the real Draco. After
fourth year summer, Draco Malfoy returned to Hogwarts irrecognizable. He no longer walked about
as if he owned Hogwarts, and, indeed, he rarely spoke to anyone. That year was fifth year, O.W.L.
year. Harry had had a long talk with McGonogall in which she told him that he needed to pass his
Potions O.W.L. with at least an E if he wanted to become an Auror. Harry didnt want to ask
Hermione for help; she had enough work on her own without having to tutor Harry in Potions.
Instead, he went to the, now changed, Slytherin. Draco had complied easily enough and,
predictably, friendship had ensued.
Tonight was a huge mistake, he thought with despair. He massaged his temple and replayed the
scene in his head.
------------------------
*FLASHBACK*
"Harry, you're not paying attention," snapped Draco.
"Yes, I am," he lied. The truth was that he wasn't paying attention to what Draco was saying but
was letting the sound of his voice wash over him while he was watching him, studying him, wanting
to reach out and... He stopped the train of thought before it could go any further
"Really? In that case, tell me the fourth ingredient of a Pepper-up Potion."
"Um..."
"Exactly what I thought," he said, pleased to know that he was right but still peeved that he was
wasting his energy on someone who wouldnt even pay attention. Harry sat up from the floor of the
Charms classroom where he lay beside Draco.
"How about a break?" he suggested.
"Alright," complied Draco, hiding the fact that he was grateful for the break behind a scowl. "I
brought some pupkin juice," he said as Harry stretched his muscles. "You want?"
"Sure."
It was then that it happened.
Draco and Harry had touched before, a gentle brush of the hand as they turned a page, or the
contact between their arms as they lay side by side. Every single time it had sent a shiver through
Harry. This time though, it was different. When Draco passed Harry the glass of pupkin juice, their
fingertips brushed together, and at the very same moment, their eyes met. A shock passed through
Harry's body, and he dropped the glass. He hardly noticed when it shattered, though, because at
that moment he knew nothing except that he wanted, no, needed, to have Draco. He grabbed the
front of his robes and slammed him against the wall. He kissed him desperately, as though he
might die if he ever stopped. Draco kissed back just as desperately. It was all tongue, and teeth,
and lips, and spit. They dove into eachother's mouths. They clung to eachother as if their life
depended on it, running their hands over every inch of their bodies.
All of a sudden the realization of what was happening hit him.
"This is wrong," murmured Harry. Draco pushed him back. There was a flash of anger before he put
on his mask of indifference. Harry saw through the mask. Behind it there was pain, fury, hurt.
"Don't tell me this is wrong," said Draco through clenched teeth.
"I-I...It is wrong."
"Wrong because I'm a boy, or wrong because it's me?"
"I don't know. Maybe...both."
"Then fuck you, Potter," he said before storming out.
Harry stared at the doorway for a few seconds, almost daring to hope that Draco would be back to
tell him that it was all okay. When he didn't, Harry picked up his and Draco's things. With a heavy
heart, he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room.
*END FLASHBACK*
-----------------------------
He ran a hand through his hair and continued to pace. At that moment the portrait door swung open
to let in Fred and George.
"Hey," they said in greeting but stopped when they saw the look on Harry's face.
"Are you alright?" asked George.
Harry shook his head and felt his eyes start to water. He blinked his tears away. "I've kissed
someone that I shouldn't have and now everything is all wrong," he blurted out.
"I take it they didnt appreciate being kissed," said Fred questioningly.
"Oh, no, that's not it. The person very much appreciated it."
"Then what's wrong?"
"It's what I said. I said that it was wrong."
"How can you tell a girl that kissing her is wrong?!" asked Fred incredulously.
"Well, it wasnt a girl. It was-"
"So just because it was a wizard instead of a witch, you think it's wrong?" they both exclaimed.
"Yes, and, well, it w-was Draco." Understanding dawned on both of them while Harry was still trying
to figure out why he was talking to them about his love life. There was a moment of silence in which
the twins tried to figure out what advice to give Harry.
"Should we tell him?" George asked his twin. The other nodded.
"Alright, Harry, in order to help you out we are going to tell you a secret, something that only Fred
and I know about. If anyone ever found out about this we'd...well, we'd die." George looked very
serious as he said this, a strange look on his usually smiling face.
"You can't tell anyone," continued Fred where his brother had left off. "Not Hermione, not any of
your dorm mates, and you especially cannot tell Ron." Harry promised them that he would not tell a
soul.
"We know exactly how you feel, mate. We are both gay and we both love 'someone we shouldn't'."
"Who?" said Harry, his curiosity piqued.
"Eachother," they said in unison. Harry's jaw dropped.
"Y-you and h-him," he said pointing, "are together?" They both grinned and nodded.
"But you're brothers!"
"Yes, we're well aware of that. Now, back to your problem. You see, we both tried to deny it for
years-"
"-and even when we finally accepted it, it took us a while to confess it to eachother," finished the
other twin. Harry was still in shock but recooperating quickly. He was starting to see where this
was going.
"All those years that we could have been together were wasted because we both denied our
more-than-brotherly love."
"We dont want to see you go throught the same thing that we did. The torture of beign so close and
yet so far." With this, Fred took George's hand in his own and squeezed it slightly.
"Love," said Fred, "is never wrong. It is something that few people have and even less appreciate."
"Go talk to Malfoy," he advised. "Apologize to him and tell him that there has never been anything
more right that his kisses." Harry blushed slightly, but a fierce determination appeared in his eyes.
He said his thanks to the twins and did exactly as they told him to. After a long talk with Draco, he
forgave him, and that very night they made love for the first time, but certainly not the last.
The End...or is it?