He was angry. Enraged. Irate. Pained. Hurt. Severely upset. Pick one. The scarlet haired boy, stormed up the stone steps to his dormitory, disgusted with the display he had just emerged from. With a hard thrust, he slammed the wooden door open, startling his coloured friend who also shared the room.
"Fred, damn you, what was that for?!" Lee had questioned harshly, from his desk on the other side of the room, " You're louder that an elephant!"
The freckle faced twin slouched upon his bed, running his slim fingers through his fiery tousle. "It's nothing, Lee. Just leave me alone." He grumbled under his breath.
"Ah it can't be nothing, if a Weasley twin is seen without the other." Lee, heaved himself off the chair, taking a few steps, pausing himself in front of the rooms other occupant. With a huff, he folded his arms across his chest, a look of annoyance passing across his face. "So you gonna tell me what's up, or should I ask George?"
"No!" Fred had blurted out, suddenly. " No, you don't need to ask him."
Lee quirked a brow quizzically. "So what is it then. You guys fightin' over a girl or something?"
"Something like that." Fred mumbled incoherently to him. "Not really fighting, if anything he's winning. By a landslide."
"Why do you say that?" Lee had made his way, positioned next to Fred on the bed.
"He knows I fancies her, and he's flirting with her down stairs. Kissing her hand. And giving her a flowers and such. And she ain't protesting about it. I was like invisible to her. "
Lee was silent for a moment. Then, placing a hand to his chin, thoughtfully, "Her who?"
"Katie Bell."
"Whoa!" Lee squealed, leaping from off the bed. " You like Katie?! Fred, I never knew. I could see why you both like her. She does have a nice--"
"Lee, you're not helping!"
"Right, right.." The other boy returned to his seat, his contemplative expression returning. "You said you told George you liked her?"
"Yeah.." Fred drawled, his gaze turning to the ground. He scuffed his shoe against the floor a couple times. " I tell George everything. "
"Hmm. And you say even though he knows this, he's being a perfect gentleman around her? Trying to beat you out of a lady, eh?"
"I suppose so."
"Well, " Lee began, leaving the spot adjacent to Fred. " Don't know what to tell you! You'll just have to talk it over with George." He gave Fred a hearty pat on the back, and was almost instantly out of the room, before Fred could put his two cents in. The red-head scrambled to the exit, placing himself in the door way shaking his fist furiously.
"Next time I ever ask you for some advice, Jordan!" Fred shouted down the stairwell.
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That night, George had arrived back from the Common Room late. Fred although still awake, didn't bother fussing at this late hour. He was too tired and too upset to actually put up the effort to yell at him. Even belt him one.
He listened quietly, to his twin as drawers opened, scrounging for pajamas. And as he climbed into the squeaking bed, with the old spring mattress. George didn't even check to see his Fred was conscious. And Fred knew that that was asking too much. Maybe even George would apologize to him. But he definitely doubted it. He had fallen in love with Katie since their first year at Hogwarts, but deep down he was too shy to admit it. Having to keep that outer layer of mischief in tact, no one would take him seriously if he had fancied a girl. Or a teammate at that.
Now that George had stepped in and taken over his role, it made him envious. Upset. And bitterly heart broken. Not only was George his twin, his brother he could tell everything too, and had betrayed him, but they looked exactly alike. And that was weirdest thing, that he couldn't place his finger on. What did that have to do with it? Probably absolutely nothing, but the thought still crossed his mind that their identical appearances did.
With his mind scrambled of thoughts and conflicts on the whole situation, he somehow managed to fall asleep.
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"Fred.." A loud whisper pelted into his ear.
His eyes jolted open, turning his immediate attention to the source of the sound only to see, the one face he didn't wish too, which was illuminated by the moonlight cascading through the one window to the dorm.
"George.." Fred's face faulted, as he squirmed to sit up in bed. " What do you wa--"
Fred was interrupted by a hand placed almost immediately over his mouth.
"Shh!" George, removing his hand from Fred's face, placed his index finger to his lips, telling him to be silent. George, got up from his kneeling position on the floor, pulling himself on to Fred's bed. Settling himself on the other's lap, he put hand upon Fred's chest, easing him back down. George leaned over to Fred's ear, breathing huskily to him.
"You wouldn't want Lee to hear us, would you?"
"George.." Fred had no time to once again finish his sentence, cut off by lips against his. Rough, eager, and so oddly like his own. His eyes squeezed shut. This wasn't real. What was going on? He must not have been awake. But yet he had to be. He could hear his own heavy breathing, when George parted, making his way down his jaw, and neck line.
Fred laid there, not exactly sure what was going on. Not exactly knowing what to do. With a sense of urgency, George tugged Fred's t-shirt off, followed by frantic kisses down his chest, and to his stomach. When George came increasingly close, he removed himself, returning to meet Fred's face.
George placed another kiss across Fred's lips. This time, he kissed back. passionately, hotly. Fred had given in, his lips parted, giving way to George's wild, tongue darting in and out. Toying with Fred's. Fred had latched hold of the other 's hair almost silmtaneously with an escaping small moan as his brothers frisky hands found their way under his boxers. Followed by his twin's mouth. Fred thought he was going to loose it. That was, until.
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"Fred, wake up you stupid git!" Lee had his hands placed firmly upon Fred's shoulders, shaking him back and forth.
Fred slowly opened his eyes, slightly disoriented. He rubbed his eyes, bewildered. It was morning no doubt. The sun showered the room like an explosion. Lee, released his grasp from on Fred. A horrified, but nonetheless confused, look spread across the Weasley's face.
"Where's George?"
"Fred, damn you, what was that for?!" Lee had questioned harshly, from his desk on the other side of the room, " You're louder that an elephant!"
The freckle faced twin slouched upon his bed, running his slim fingers through his fiery tousle. "It's nothing, Lee. Just leave me alone." He grumbled under his breath.
"Ah it can't be nothing, if a Weasley twin is seen without the other." Lee, heaved himself off the chair, taking a few steps, pausing himself in front of the rooms other occupant. With a huff, he folded his arms across his chest, a look of annoyance passing across his face. "So you gonna tell me what's up, or should I ask George?"
"No!" Fred had blurted out, suddenly. " No, you don't need to ask him."
Lee quirked a brow quizzically. "So what is it then. You guys fightin' over a girl or something?"
"Something like that." Fred mumbled incoherently to him. "Not really fighting, if anything he's winning. By a landslide."
"Why do you say that?" Lee had made his way, positioned next to Fred on the bed.
"He knows I fancies her, and he's flirting with her down stairs. Kissing her hand. And giving her a flowers and such. And she ain't protesting about it. I was like invisible to her. "
Lee was silent for a moment. Then, placing a hand to his chin, thoughtfully, "Her who?"
"Katie Bell."
"Whoa!" Lee squealed, leaping from off the bed. " You like Katie?! Fred, I never knew. I could see why you both like her. She does have a nice--"
"Lee, you're not helping!"
"Right, right.." The other boy returned to his seat, his contemplative expression returning. "You said you told George you liked her?"
"Yeah.." Fred drawled, his gaze turning to the ground. He scuffed his shoe against the floor a couple times. " I tell George everything. "
"Hmm. And you say even though he knows this, he's being a perfect gentleman around her? Trying to beat you out of a lady, eh?"
"I suppose so."
"Well, " Lee began, leaving the spot adjacent to Fred. " Don't know what to tell you! You'll just have to talk it over with George." He gave Fred a hearty pat on the back, and was almost instantly out of the room, before Fred could put his two cents in. The red-head scrambled to the exit, placing himself in the door way shaking his fist furiously.
"Next time I ever ask you for some advice, Jordan!" Fred shouted down the stairwell.
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That night, George had arrived back from the Common Room late. Fred although still awake, didn't bother fussing at this late hour. He was too tired and too upset to actually put up the effort to yell at him. Even belt him one.
He listened quietly, to his twin as drawers opened, scrounging for pajamas. And as he climbed into the squeaking bed, with the old spring mattress. George didn't even check to see his Fred was conscious. And Fred knew that that was asking too much. Maybe even George would apologize to him. But he definitely doubted it. He had fallen in love with Katie since their first year at Hogwarts, but deep down he was too shy to admit it. Having to keep that outer layer of mischief in tact, no one would take him seriously if he had fancied a girl. Or a teammate at that.
Now that George had stepped in and taken over his role, it made him envious. Upset. And bitterly heart broken. Not only was George his twin, his brother he could tell everything too, and had betrayed him, but they looked exactly alike. And that was weirdest thing, that he couldn't place his finger on. What did that have to do with it? Probably absolutely nothing, but the thought still crossed his mind that their identical appearances did.
With his mind scrambled of thoughts and conflicts on the whole situation, he somehow managed to fall asleep.
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"Fred.." A loud whisper pelted into his ear.
His eyes jolted open, turning his immediate attention to the source of the sound only to see, the one face he didn't wish too, which was illuminated by the moonlight cascading through the one window to the dorm.
"George.." Fred's face faulted, as he squirmed to sit up in bed. " What do you wa--"
Fred was interrupted by a hand placed almost immediately over his mouth.
"Shh!" George, removing his hand from Fred's face, placed his index finger to his lips, telling him to be silent. George, got up from his kneeling position on the floor, pulling himself on to Fred's bed. Settling himself on the other's lap, he put hand upon Fred's chest, easing him back down. George leaned over to Fred's ear, breathing huskily to him.
"You wouldn't want Lee to hear us, would you?"
"George.." Fred had no time to once again finish his sentence, cut off by lips against his. Rough, eager, and so oddly like his own. His eyes squeezed shut. This wasn't real. What was going on? He must not have been awake. But yet he had to be. He could hear his own heavy breathing, when George parted, making his way down his jaw, and neck line.
Fred laid there, not exactly sure what was going on. Not exactly knowing what to do. With a sense of urgency, George tugged Fred's t-shirt off, followed by frantic kisses down his chest, and to his stomach. When George came increasingly close, he removed himself, returning to meet Fred's face.
George placed another kiss across Fred's lips. This time, he kissed back. passionately, hotly. Fred had given in, his lips parted, giving way to George's wild, tongue darting in and out. Toying with Fred's. Fred had latched hold of the other 's hair almost silmtaneously with an escaping small moan as his brothers frisky hands found their way under his boxers. Followed by his twin's mouth. Fred thought he was going to loose it. That was, until.
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"Fred, wake up you stupid git!" Lee had his hands placed firmly upon Fred's shoulders, shaking him back and forth.
Fred slowly opened his eyes, slightly disoriented. He rubbed his eyes, bewildered. It was morning no doubt. The sun showered the room like an explosion. Lee, released his grasp from on Fred. A horrified, but nonetheless confused, look spread across the Weasley's face.
"Where's George?"