Everyone says they are exactly alike, in everyway. Same hair, same eyes, same expressions, same ideas, same thoughts, same everything. But they're not. Not to me.P Fred bites his lip when he's nervous, just nibbles the bottom of it on the left when he thinks no one is looking. And he ruffles his hair on the right side when he is frustrated.P He does this really funny thing with his knee when he is angry, it shakes up and down, its always the left one and whenever I'm sitting on the same chair as him I can feel the whole thing vibrate. That's when you know Fred is ticked off, but when he is really angry you can't miss it. His hazel eyes flash with anger, like those old kids TV shows where the money signs roll in and out of them, and you can almost feel the fire behind them. The tips of his ears and the tip of his nose redden in anger to the same shade as his violent hair and sometimes he even grinds his teeth in frustration. He's directed that anger at me before, when we were younger when I accidentally knocked my potion over his essay, second year, October 15th. When I tripped over in the great hall and knocked pumpkin juice down the front of his robes before his date with Cho Chang (obviously on purpose) third year, June 4th. PLast week when I walked in on him in the shower by accident. PNot that I've kept track or anything.P Anger is one thing, but what I like most is seeing Fred happy. When he's really happy you see it in his eyes first. Those same eyes that can get so angry can sparkle and dance like no eyes I have ever seen. I don't think my eyes could do that even if they tried. Then he has this stupid lopsided grin that he reserves just for me and once. Just once. I saw him squeal in happiness.P I can't count all the times he's directed his happiness at me, because there is too many times to count- over the past 7 years I couldn't even begin to list them all. But a few stick in my mind.P We won the quidditch cup, July 7th, He ran towards me, with such a determined look on his face and enveloped me in the hardest hug I've ever received.P 5th February when I told him I could accept his invitation of staying at the Weasley's for Christmas,P March 18th - When I became quidditch captain, He twirled me round in his arms and told me I was a lot prettier than the last captain. When I pointed out that the last had been Oliver Wood, he had given me that cheeky grin that makes my legs go weak like jelly and asked me how I knew he wasn't gay.P Fred Weasley is not gay.P He's soft though, I've got a puppy back home, my sister wanted to call it Pup but I said it was too pathetic. I wanted to call it Bruce but my sister said it sounded like a fat boy.P We settled with Brup.P 'What kind of name is Brup?' Fred had laughed picking up the little ball of brown fur in his arms and stroking its head with a grin, 'sounds like a detergent'P 'Shut up.' I hit him playfully on the arm, 'He's cute'P Then I saw it. He was stroking Brup's head gently with half a lopsided smile, his eyes glazed over. 'You're broody!' I cried.P Of course he denied it. He's Fred Weasley.P All these things, They are Fred things. Not Weasley twins things, or Fred-and-George things. Fred Things.P The last Fred thing, my favourite thing, is something his twin could never do. Something no one else in the entire world could do. Stroke my hair and tell me I'm beautiful, so my insides feel like they are going to flip and perform acrobatics I could never dream of. Twirl his fingers around mine as if they were always meant to be there. Kiss my nose and forehead instead of my lips, just so I know that he's there. Trace my hip bone and make me shiver. Let me fall asleep in his arms for as long as I like. Those things, are Fred things.