Disclaimer & Warning: The terrible twosome don't belong to me, sadly. Actually, if that happened, I'd never write a book 'bout 'em, they'd be used for other purposes... This is Twincest and perhaps slash later on. If you hate it, then why read it?
Okay, I don't fancy my other fic that includes them, so I wanted to start a different one, something with a plot that, now I've read book four (too lazy to buy five haha), has more to do with magic and isn't so messy. I guess, yeah. Hah. This'll probably be a couple chapters, I hope.
Fred 'n George are seventeen.
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Prologue
The imaginary clock ticked in Fred's mind, his eyes widened, nose brushing the cloth of his sleeve accidentally as he flew past first and second years, seeing gorgeous red ahead of him in all its brightness that connected to a head that belonged to his twin. He grinned.
George had a book under his robe, smiling as Fred came to a stop in front of him with an exasperated sigh. All at once, a series of apologies and curses flew from his brothers mouth.
"Sorry I'm so late, bloody halls are murder to get threw eh? Fucking sixth years think they can take their bloody sweet time! I'm glad we weren't like that, good God. You weren't here long, were you?"
With a soft smile, George shook his head, taking the other boy's hand as they walked. "No, not really. I know what you mean, though. They're too cocky. It's quite the bother."
Fred unconsciously tightened his grip on the other's hand, grinning. "What're you planning today, dearest brother?"
Feigning the epitome of innocence complete with Bambi eyes, George simply shrugged, ducking past a load of third years with practiced grace, not forgetting to glare. "Nothing really, a lunch is always nice, especially outside, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, good idea. Hogwarts certainly is busy nowadays, isn't it?"
"Quite."
Conversation stopped, sizzling into a comfortable silence as they dodged children and teens alike, identical grins matching their faces as girls gave them googly eyes and their boyfriends scowling.
The twins had become the perfect pair of well known celebrities lately, with their prank business growing with their popularity status. Every third or fourth year hoped to be the next Mrs. Fred Weasley or George Weasley, although their dreams most likely were just that for a very obvious reason.
They were in love with each other. Every action, every glance, every small favor or even a simple kiss on the check emitted the 'love' vibe and no one dared ask on out, for fear of the other murdering them in their sleep. Although, neither ever admitted they were together, so it was rather unwritten.
"Fred, get a napkin and put your lunch on it, then we'll carry it to the roof!"
"Yes dear," Fred teased, ruffling silky locks.
George made a tsking sound, drawing his hand away from his twin and bristled past, sticking his head up. Fred giggled behind his hand, refraining from commenting.
"Fred, George! Over here!"
Sitting at the Gryffindor table was Lee, Alicia and Katie. George smiled warmly at them as he walked over, Fred a step behind. Alicia's eyes beamed happily at Fred, and Katie blushed when she held George's gaze for more than three seconds. Lee snorted at them, finding it strange the twins never noticed the two.
"Hey George... this might not be the exact time to really ask you this, you know, but I can't help it," Lee said with a smirk, amused at the two sets of eyes gazing at him so intensely when he only questioned one. The twins really were in-tune with everything.
"Sure, ask me anything mate."
Bringing their heads together, Lee whispered in the smallest voice he could. "Is there a thing between you and Katie? Haven't you seen the goggle eyes she's been giving. Obsessed with you!"
George blinked, blushed and then blinked again. Katie? The girl who he'd always considered more of a sister, even if he did take her to the ball, still. He'd never really thought about her that way, more of a friend than anything.
"Nah, we're just friends."
Lee shook his head, pulling away with a grin. Fred narrowed his eyes, inching closer to his twin. "What he say?"
George smiled, blush still staining his freckled cheeks. "Not telling."
"Hey George, what are you doing later?" Katie asked, showing off all her perfectly white teeth with an enormous smile, blushing and biting her lip nervously.
Gulping, George shrugged. "Actually Katie, Fred and I are--"
"Oh! Fred, if they go on a date, we could go too, you know? Wouldn't that be absolutely marvelous?" Alicia pipped, drawing her hand in her hair with a slight laugh.
Fred and George looked at each other, and for once, neither grinned or smiled. It was as if death had suddenly crawled up and shattered the good mood.
"Um... well, I suppose but Fred and I--" George began.
"Good good! We'll meet you tonight at six then?" Katie cut him off, fidgeting.
Fred slumped in his seat, wishing they'd never walked over. Lee gave him a quizzical look but he didn't explain, simply pulled George up with him and mumbled a quick excuse.
"Tonight then!" Katie called out over the whispers at the tables, "At the common room! We'll decide what to do then."
George nodded solemnly, face completely blank. It had been a perfect day, but now it had gone to shit. They didn't speak as they walked through the surprisingly cleared halls until they reached the fat lady and muttered the password.
"What are we going to do Freddie?" George whispered, flopping down on Fred's bed and curling up. Fred shrugged, sitting beside him and running a gentle hand through his red hair.
"Don't know."
Silence.
"Fred?"
"Yes love?"
George blushed, rolling over to meet deep blue eyes and flicked Fred's nose with a grin. "Do you fancy Alicia?"
Fred looked up, brow creasing in thought. "Well, not really. Lovely bird but she's not my type. What about you and Katie?"
"Nope," George said simply, a faint smile curling his lips. "But, what is your type?"
Blinking, Fred smirked, licking his teeth and attacking George. "Oh, I dunno, maybe a nice redhead eh?" He giggled, pinning down George's wrists to the bed.
"Ahh! Fred you git!" George pushed his brother off with a smile, sitting up and crossing his legs. "Be serious," he said in a mostly unserious manner as he got the last of the giggles out of his system.
Laying back and taking George with him, he closed his eyes. "Well, red head's are my type, busty ones too." George blushed and lent down to flick the other's nose.
"Question. Are we actually going to show up for our little date Freddsie?"
"Up to you Georgie." Fred's hands encircled George's waist, resting on his upper back while his eyes remained firmly closed. George puffed out his cheeks, popping the make-shift bubbles and snuggling closer.
"Fine. Give me all the bloody hard jobs while you just sleep away. Tch. Areshole."
"Naughty naughty George, language!" Fred giggled.
"I'll language you!"
The tickling started, and peels of laugher erupted from both boy's as they rolled around, pinching and poking. Time seemed to elapse through an invisible hour glass but their laughter seemed to get louder and louder. Soon, they both pulled apart, George resting in the groove between Fred's neck and shoulder while Fred's arms wrapped around him in a gentle hold.
"We only have an hour to get ready George."
"Yeah... yeah I know. But I'd rather be with you."
Fred smiled nonchalantly. "Feelings mutual love."
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To be continued
This is by no means het. If I get reviews, I'll continue! C'mon... you know you want to.
