Fred and George were sitting in their bedroom, packaging merchandise.

"Fred?" said George.

"Yes?" he asked, without looking up.

"How would you go about... telling someone how you feel about someone?" he asked nervously.

"Ooh George! Have a special someone, do you?" chuckled Fred.

"I'm hoping to..." he said, blushing.

Fred stood up next to George. "Well, you put one hand on the other person's waist, and the other in their hand," he said, as he did so.

"Yes? Then what?" he asked quietly.

"Then you look deep into their eyes and tell them how you feel. You got that? So, who's the lucky girl? Do I know her? Is she-" George cut him off with a kiss.

It started off gentle and then deepened into something more passionate. George pulled away and whispered, "Fred... I love you."

"You don't realise how long I've been waiting for that to happen," said Fred.