Author's Note: Once again I have a new story! I have temporarily given up on the Remus x Sirius one because of poor planning, lack on inpiration, and an overwhelming hatred for the chapters that I had already written for that fanfic. Thus, I have started a new one and hopefully this one will work out a lot better. This is the first prologue/chapter sort of thing, just to give a taste of what this story might be like and to see if anyone likes it. A few reviews and I will try to get the second chapter up in a jiffy.

Note: Harry Potter, all of its elements, and all of its characters are the property of JK Rowling, I simply write fanfictions about them (though it would be absolutely lovely if I was the author of them. Then I would be the most successful author ever...-drools-)

The house was unrealistically empty, the image flickering as if it were a movie made with old film. The blacks and grays sunk into him, smothering all of the color from the scene, and the silence was a layer of thick wool holding in the noise. He stepped slowly through the house and listened as his usually quiet first steps echoed throughout the Burrow.

"Mum? Dad! Percy, Bill?" he called loudly, but the sounds seemed to be sucked up by the air itself, instantly disintegrating. The usually jovial, happy photographs on their walls were empty and replaced with blank picture frames, and the clock had only two hands. On one was a grinning ginger-haired boy that he recognized as himself, the other was much the same. Both of the hands pointed at home, and Fred looked around in search.

"George?"

A boyish giggle reached his ears from behind the stairs, and his head jerked around to try and catch sight of who had caused it. He saw a flash of fiery hair out of the corner of his eyes, and the patter of socked feet fleeing into the kitchen. He gave chase, rushing into the dining room, but he could not see George anywhere. A stack of envelopes tumbled from the coffee table at the other end of the room and they floated down onto the floor.

"George? George, come back!" he shouted. The sound of his own voice reverberated around him a thousand times, disorienting him. He scrambled clumsily across the first floor, but no matter how quickly he moved George always seemed to slip past into the other room just before he could get to him.

Up the stairs they ran and wind gusted at Fred's back as if urging him faster after the other boy. The door of their bedroom had been flung wide open when Fred reached the top of the stairs and he fled into it immediately. The door slammed loudly behind him, and suddenly the room dripped off around them like paint dripping down a wall. Fred and George were alone in a room with clear walls and the outside that he could see through them was dark. The room was freezing, leaving the two boys shivering violently. Moments later it was as if a furnace had been turned on and heat flooded the room, making the air sticky and humid. Fred's chest protested every time he lifted it to breath, and he could feel sweat soaking through his t-shirt. George flashed him an impish smile, his eyes sparkling delightfully. Slowly, one by one he began to remove every article of his clothing. Fred panted gruffly, trying to protest or tell George to put his clothes back on, but he could not move. He could not even look away, his eyes were glued to the image of his brother slowly becoming more and more visible to him. Just as George's underwear started to drop towards the floor, the world exploded.

Fred shot up in bed and gasped desperately for air, his head whipping back and forth to check and see if the clear, hot world would still be there even when he awoke. Relief flooded through him in a wave and he sighed loudly, flopping back onto his bed. His pajamas were soaked through in a clammy, cold sweat and it still felt as if his heart might fly out of his chest at any moment in time.

"What was that?" He whispered to himself, closing his eyes tightly in an attempt to escape the reality of the situation. He had just dreamed of his brother, his twin for Merlin's sake, giving him a bloody strip tease. With how strange the dream had been the strip tease may not have seemed that weird, but paired with the uncomfortable tightness he could feel in the front of his pants, he knew something was wrong.

Normal boys did not get hard-ons to the thought of their brother naked. Normal boys would be disgusted by the very thought, or laughing at the image of their own brother nude, and Fred knew he should want to throw up or cry or tease George relentlessly right now. The only thing he could feel the urge to do was jack off. His face crumpled pathetically and he buried his face into his palms as tears of frustration pooled in his eyes.

For weeks these dreams had plagued him nearly every night, each more confusing and painful to experience than the last. At first they had seemed silly, but with each one that passed the pining he felt for George grew stronger and stronger and he could not figure out how to make it go away. The sexual tension was beginning to kill him, and it was hard to face his brother knowing that only moments before he had been dreaming of his naked.

There was also the issues that there was absolutely no one he could go to talk about it, either. Incest was disgusting and wrong in everyones' eyes, and the usual person he would talk to about this sort of thing was his twin brother. Fred could just imagine telling his brother about the dreams; it was as if he were already looking at the other teen's disgusted face. No, that was definitely not an option. He could not tell Lee either; he would be just as disgusted and he would probably tell George about it.

It was possible that maybe he would not be able to make the dreams stop. Fred could live that fact; it was not the worst thing in the world. If he could keep his whole world normal except for his dreams then he would still be okay. After all, he could always just refuse to sleep, or take a dreamless sleep potion. It was considerably better than the other options, which were to confess to George and lose the most important person in his life or to run away and never see George again, thus losing his twin again.

Carding his fingers through his hair, Fred's gaze turned to find George's sleeping form on the other side of the room. It was an unbearable temptation, and slowly he lowered himself onto the floor. His toes curled from the cold and silently he padded over to the other bed. As usual George's hair was an utter mess and it stook in all different directions on the pillow he was sleeping on. He was curled up against the pillow, his face scrunching for a moment before smoothing out again. The rise and fall of his brother's chest, those little noises George made as he dreamed were like quiet reassurances to him, and Fred nodded determinedly.

"I will not let you down, George, I promise."

A/N: Hooray! The first chapter is finally written, and I know it is sort of depressing but that's okay. I put this under the genre 'drama' for a reason, afterall. It is just so sad that Fred is pining after George and he thinks that he will lose him if he says anything, and it sorts of amuses me that during this George is just totally out of it, probably dreaming about corn or baloons or something that does not make any sense at all. I would like to give some special thanks to my bestest friend LarLarLemonbar for helping me out with this one and hopefully she will continue to help edit. Read and review pretty please and please point out anything we may have missed while editing! (I just can not stand having grammar/writing/spelling mistakes in something that other people can read.)