Rating: Rated Mature for same sex "experiences" and self mutilation.

Pairing: Fred and George Weasley

Disclaimer: I do not (but wish I did) own ANY of the characters in this story, just the storyline….bummer, huh?

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He was beautiful. The mirror image of this stupid boy. Well…he WAS a mirror image of me. I should've stopped earlier. Now I am ugly. Scared and bleeding all over. I don't know how long I've been cutting myself now. Maybe just over a year. I hope he still loves me like he used to. Sweet brotherly love. I could except that from George, but I want much, much more. He'll never love me like I love him. I cry myself to sleep while I stare at him from my bed in the Gryffindor tower.

I'm Fred, by the way.

The boy I'm talking about - George - is my gorgeous twin brother. He's not that tall, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in muscles. All of that bat swinging really has paid off for him. Us. Both of us. His strong arms are something to behold. I can't stand it when we're apart. I can't believe we actually signed up for different classes after 4 whole years of being in the same place as the other was. Well….not always the same place. When one of us were to go to the bathroom for example. Okay, enough stupid rambling. It's our fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I can't wait to get out of here!

Everyone else is downstairs having a huge party. We won our first Quiddich match. It's dark and I'm lonely, and I'm longing for attention- from whom I don't care. I want someone to hold me. To tell me that he will love me. A shoulder to cry on. Suddenly, the dormitory door opens and I am perfectly still.

It's George. Shit, I must look a mess. I'd wipe the tears from my eyes, but I've been cutting away at the back of my hands… Ran out of room on my arms and right leg. "H- Hi George", I manage, pulling my long sleeves over my hands and wiping sweet tears away. "Hey, Fred! I'm so excited! It's a long weekend! We haven't done that in a while. W--What's wrong?" He must have noticed that my eyes were still leaking. Funny expression that is.

"Nothing.. It's nothing really. A little homesick, that's all!" I manage a small laugh and start to feel light headed. I must have lost more blood than I thought. Oh well, a simple spell will fix that. I just have to hang on until I can talk my way out of the room for a moment with my wand. "Hey, Fred, you don't look so good. Please, please tell me what's wrong", George sounded desperate. He sat down next to me on the bed and put his arm around my shoulder, bringing me in for a long embrace. God, I love it when he does that.

"Please. I love you. You don't know how much you mean to me, Fred. Tell me, please." George whispered, his breath warm on my ear and neck. I was starting to blush bright red.

George had been trying to get to me for the past two months. It's easy to tell when something's wrong with your brother. Especially if he's your twin. Must be easy for him, because I'm doing a bad job hiding it. I want to tell him so bad. "George, I-", I stopped myself. I felt hot water on the nape of my neck. George's face buried in my next, his chest was heaving and he was…..crying? "George, don't cry over me. I- I love you too. I would tell you if it was something life threatening. Trust me….it- it's nothing." I tried my hardest to reassure him, but it wasn't working.

"F-Fred I…. I went to your bed one night l-last week. Y-You looked like you w-were in pain! I saw the cuts, Fred! I- I- I s-saw them!", George stuttered in between sobs and pushed his face further into my fiery mane. I want to throw my arms around him. I do and to my surprise I'm crying too. Fat tears are falling from his eyes and matting my hair down. I ignore it. "I'm sorry. It's just. I was depressed with all of this happening." I spat out and pulled him tighter against me.

"With all what happening?" George sat up, trying to hold back the tears and his eyes grew wide with horror. He was looking dead at me. He must have seen my hands. Shit. I didn't even try to hide them again. I roll up my sleeves and reveal all of the cuts, gashes, and bruised that cover my bare arms.

I'm so ugly.

I want to die right now as I sit in front of his piercing eyes. He's starring at me like I'm some sort of a freak. I feel my eyes water again. George scoots a little closer and runs his hands up and down my arms, his expression turning to one of understanding. "It's okay. I still love you, Fred. Just…just tell me why." he tries so hard to smile and instead he wraps me in his strong arms and pulls me to him again.

I love it when he does this.

"I… I was afraid that you wouldn't accept me. For- for who I am." I mumble and hope that he doesn't hear, or doesn't answer if he does. He looks me deep in the eyes- the eyes that we share- and says, "I'll always accept you. No matter what. You're my twin, Fred. I could never not accept you. Now, what is it that you wanted me to accept about you?"

"I", my voice drops to a barely audible whisper and I say it, "I think I'm gay."

His eyes fill with sorrow and he looks away, trying to hide his face from me. Is he…laughing at me? He looks back, a wide grin plastered to his face and he lets out a sigh of relief.

"What?"

"What? WHAT? You had me worried so, so, so much about you these past months and all over nothing. Of course I'll accept you, Fred. I don't care what your sexual orientation is. Gay, straight, bisexual - hell, I don't care if you're purple for Merlin's sake! I love you and I always will!"

I let out a loud sigh and push myself against my brother, still crying.

Tears of joy.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up!"

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Author's notes: So um, I thought I'd take a darker approach to this one. It only gets darker for the next couple of chapters, so if you don't like that kind of thing, well don't read.