Author's note: This is a request from WhiteangleofJagles, well not exactly, but something I promised I'd write and I thought I'd gift it to her (I think she is a girl anyway… too many years have passed since I promised, four to be exact….) Sorry for the delay but well, not only was I afraid to start this fic (it's gonna be huge, that's what I can predict) but also school was awful and I finished some months ago… but I owed someone else some requests for even longer, so I had to finish them first. They were thirteen… anyway sorry for the delay! Please enjoy!

Ages: Harry : 15, Fred, George and Lee:16

Warnings: Slash, twincest, forced potions, jealous girl. No Umbridge, no Voldemort

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

George was on his way to the Quidditch Pitch when it happened. A girl, around Harry's age, stopped him and shyly asked him to talk. Cursing his luck, George agreed with a smile. She probably both confused him with Fred and wanted to confess, or knew it was him and wanted to confess. It was a vicious circle he wished would stop, especially since he didn't like crushing their feelings.

The girl was Amanda Reeks, a muggleborn girl in Harry's class, ravenclaw and really pretty – for those who were straight that is. She had long straight raven hair and blue eyes. Amanda fidgeted for a bit before she got out: "George Weasley, I love you, please accept my feelings!"

George sighed as he tried to think of a way to gently let her down. Knowing there is no way that can happen, he just said: "Sorry, I am not interested in you, I do not even know who you are." George turned to leave, but didn't get far. While his back was against the girl he thought harmless, Amanda stunned him from behind then quickly levitated him to a chair.

The obviously deranged girl opened George's mouth and poured a potion down his throat, forcing him to shallow. Then, she sat on his lap and took off the spell. George immediately threw her off. "What the hell did you do, you crazy bitch?" Amanda smiled. "Can you tell me now that you don't love me?" "Yes, you bitch I can. I don't love you and I will never love you. Now tell me what you did." George said, his wand sending sparks as his fury grew. The girl paled. "The potion I gave you forces you to confess to your true love. You can't lie and say you don't and every time you see them, you will have an urge to tell them and it will be difficult to fight it off."

"Fuck!" George shouted. This was really trouble for him. You see, the one he was in love with was Fred, his roommate and brother. Someone he spend every waking moment with. George turned to leave again to go to practice. This wasn't something that could be skipped and he had to know how hard it would be to fight off the potion.

'Really hard it seems.' George thought as he ate another bludger in the stomach. He was fighting the potion so hard that it took all his concentration to deal with it and not shout for the world (and most importantly Fred) to hear that he was in love with his twin.

Said twin looked at him concerned. "Are you ok George? You have been unable to evade or hit a bludger during this practice. What's wrong?" George bit his lip and said: "Just not feeling well." And this wasn't a lie so he was able to tell this to his twin. He fought another urge to tell his feelings to his twin and thus was unable to see the bludger that was heading for his head.

Thankfully for him though, Harry was able to see it and shoot towards the twins, grabbing George and leading him out of harm's way. George looked stunned at the ball that was now where his head was just a few moments ago and winched at the thought of getting that hit.

Angelina finally approached them. "What's going on here?" She demanded, not having noticed that George hadn't managed to do his part on the team at all. "Angelina, George isn't feeling well. May I be excused to help him to the hospital wing? All these bludgers he took must have caused some damage." Harry asked, ignoring George's bewildered stare.

Angelina nodded a bit stunned before she turned and went back to her post, ignoring Fred's complaints that he should be the one taking his twin to the hospital wing. Harry gently led George to the ground, noticing he was struggling with something and would be in no way capable of landing by himself without colliding with the ground.

When they landed, Harry waved his hand over the brooms, a trick he learned last year, and send them to their respective dorm rooms. "Come on George, let's go." Harry led George into the castle and noticed that the prankster relaxed as soon as he was away from the pitch.

During the way for the hospital wing, Harry decided to inquire about George's strange behavior. "What's wrong George?" "Promise not to tell Fred anything?" George whispered and Harry nodded. "Of course, and there's no way I'd confuse the two of you either, I can always tell you apart. You can tell me George."

And so George begun his tale. "There was this girl who confessed to me on my way to the pitch. I was heading to practice after rejecting her when she stunned me from behind and forced me to take a potion. According to her, the potion forces the one who drunk it to confess to the one he loves. It's very difficult to fight off as you saw right now."

Harry frowned at that. "Well, why can't you tell Fred you love him? I mean, it is accepted in the wizarding world. Twins are after all two halves of a same soul." George froze at what Harry said. 'How did you know?" He whispered and Harry smiled at him. "You look at him the same way I look at Dean." Harry simply said.

The two started walking again. Finally, after a few minutes, they arrived at the hospital wing. Madam Pomphrey healed the damage with a few ways of her wand, then she let them leave. Harry started dragging then George to the dungeons.

"Harry? Where are you taking me?" Harry answered calmly ignoring George's panic. "There's only one potion's master in this castle and even he wouldn't turn away a student in need." George started protesting but Harry ignored that as well. Finally they arrived out of the potion's master's office. Taking a deep breath, Harry knocked.

"Come in." A dark baritone said and Harry pushed the door open. Seeing the teacher's raised eyebrow, Harry hurried to explain. "Professor, a girl fed George a potion that forces him to confess to the one he loves. He already took ten bludgers because he had to fight the urge to shout to the world his feelings."

Severus' face darkened. Oh, that potion was nasty and dark magic for a reason. "The potion's name is called: Love's response. It is a very dark potion, forbidden by the ministry and has no cure available. The only way to stop it is to tell the one you love your feelings, or lose them, something that has never happened. There is nothing I can do for you Mr. Weasley but try and create a potion to reduce these urges. I'll need you to come to my office every day for three hours for three weeks."

George put his head in his arms and Harry hugged him. "I am so fucked." He whispered and started crying.

Author's note: First chapter is done! Hope you enjoy it! Next one will come soon (I hope).