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Hey Loveys!
This is my first fic on here, and advice/corrections/reviews/flames are encouraged and welcome!
WARNING: This story will be SLASH, that means boyxboy, or two males in a relationship, and I'm not talking platonic. Feel free to review all you want talking about how gross and wrong it is and all that, as it will not faze me, and I could do with a good laugh. You can't say I didn't warn you.
Also, I do intend to make this a chaptered, mostly likely novel-length fic. If I ever disappear and stop updating (although I can't really see this happening), I give you full permission to send me some strongly-worded reviews.
The main pairings for this story are Oliver Wood/Fred Weasley & Cedric Diggory/George Weasley (this is not a twincest fic). They are not written nearly enough, and I do hope that you give this fic a shot, even if you have not previously shipped these pairings. I haven't shipped these guys together until recently, but found the results quite pleasing. : )
This fic is currently rated as T. This is for language and the light sexual situations our boys get up to/think about. This may be bumped up to an M in future, and if you feel as though it should be, go ahead and tell me so.
Disclaimer: I am not making any profit off the use of JKR's characters, and they are not mine. If the fact that I stole these amazing characters from a published author bothers you, I politely enquire as to why you are on a fanfiction site.
Enjoy :)
Prologue (Part 1-Fred)
Fred Weasley had a slight problem. Actually, it was anything but slight, it was rather massive. The thing was; Fred was gay. And with that came another problem, he wasn't quite sure what to tell his twin. He was a little afraid of the reaction he would get from his literal other half. He didn't really know what he would do if George didn't accept him, he was closer to his twin than anyone else in the world. The thought of his twin rejecting him was... unthinkable.
And that wasn't his only problem, even though they were directly linked. Fred, to be frank, really really really cared about someone- in a romantic sense. Not that he would ever look at Fred as anything more than a friend…
His joyful grin every time they won the house cup…
The way he knew when to joke around and when to be serious…
The way he beamed at Fred every time the red-head succeeded…
The way his smile would light up his eyes every time they won a match…
The way he looked in those god-dammed Quidditch robes…
The way he cared about his friends, and always put other's before himself…
The way that gorgeous accent rolled off his tongue…
Oh yes, Fred had it bad… for Oliver Wood.