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"I don't see what your problem is!" yelled Fred as George threw clothes into a suitcase.
"Well then, you're stupider than you look." snapped George, not looking up.
"Look, George. Please just tell me what I did wrong and I'll make it up to you and we'll be ok again." Fred begged, anger gone, replaced by fear of his twin leaving him.
"It was our birthday, Fred. Our birthday! And you go and spend it with that tart instead of me! We used to be always together on our birthday. And you chose her over me." George was crying as he zipped the bag.
"Rebecca's my girlfriend! Why shouldn't I spend my birthday with her." demanded Fred, anger returning tenfold.
"She's just using you, you know. She's been sleeping with that Malfoy git behind your back for months. She doesn't love you." said George, pulling open the flat door.
"Oh, and you'd know so much about love, wouldn't you?" yelled Fred "I haven't seen you with a girl in your whole entire life."
"I know more about love than you do. I've been in love since I was twelve but you're so wrapped up in yourself that you wouldn't notice that I worship the ground you walk on." whispered George, his voice barely audible over Fred's laboured breathing.
George cast one last pain filled look at his twin before dropping the key to their flat on the doormat at his feet, stepping out into the hallway behind him and shutting the door with a quiet click.
TBC….
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A/N: Reviews will be worshipped, flames will be given to Snape to heat the Slytherin's cauldrons.