Hello I hope you enjoy my very first fanfiction :D I know I'm not the best writer but I hope you enjoy anyways. A few things to note is that my story is very AU. Harry defeat Voldermort once and for all when he was a baby but he was still sent to live with his aunt and uncle because Dumbledore is slight crazy and thinks he still can come back. Harry's more of a introvert in my story so he never becomes bff with anyone. Lots of people live :D Please also note that this fic contains twincest and if you do not like this please do not read.
If you see any spelling mistake, error's, etc please let me know.

WARNING: This fic will contain twincest. If you do not like it please do not read.

Also none characters belong to me

Chapter 01

"What, you actually thought I'd want to be with a boring scrawny bloke like you? The only appealing thing about you is your fame and fortune."

"But I thought…"

"You thought what? That I liked you? Loved you? Blimey you can't really be this thick! I've been shagging Kevin Entwhistle the whole time I was seeing you!"

Cruel laughter echoed down the hall.

A flash of raven black streaked around the corner and down the hall almost bumping into a pair of mischievous red heads.

"Wasn't that…" Fred turned and looked at this twin.

"…Harry Potter?" George finished, looking towards where Harry had disappeared around another corner.

"That would mean the rude loudmouth breaking up with him would be…Finch-Fletchley?" Fred asked, cocking his head.

George bumped Fred's shoulder as he began walking towards their destination, the common room, with Fred falling into step with him. "Nah, they broke up last year. I think he started dating that dodgy bloke Smith at the start of term."

"Blimey, Potter has the worst tastes in blokes. Doesn't everyone know what a slag Smith is? Come on it's almost curfew we don't need another detention from Filch this week." They both quickly check to make sure no one was around then they duck behind a tapestry to one of many secret passageways, this one leading to the 7th floor.

Once again, making sure the coast is clear, before exiting the secret passageway the twins made their way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Whispering the password, 'Mimbulus Mimbletonia', they walked into the common room, which was lacking one messy haired raven, taking a second to say hi to their best friend Lee Jordan, then making their way up to their 7th year dorm which they shared.

"You know," George said as he shut the door to their room behind him. "I can't think of Potter having any good relationships."

Fred tossed his book bag to the end of their two beds, which they had pushed together. "I can't either, in his 4th year there was Roger Davies who asked him to the Yule Ball but ditched him once Fleur Delacour's dance partner got drunk." He then slid off his robe and placed it on top of his closed trunk, his shirt joining it. Then he flopped onto the bed grabbing a potions book to browse.

"And then there was that Creevey kid who was so star struck that he couldn't separate rumours from reality" George snorted tossing his bag to join Fred's as he made his way towards the bathroom sliding off his robes as he went. When he entered the bathroom he left the door open as he used the toilet then washed his hands and walked back into the room.

"Yeah that really blew up in his face." Fred started to chuckled but then frowned.

"Though what did he expect dating someone who only saw him as an idol and 'Saviour'."

"Then last but not least Finch-Fletchley and Smith…wait aren't they friends or at least dorm mates?" George asked stopping in front of Fred on the bed.

Fred dropped the book onto the bed and slid so he was facing George, his feet planted on the floor.

"Quite possibly." As Fred stood he slid his hands on George's chest and gave him a quick kiss, when his hands reached the collar he started to undo the buttons.

George started on the button on Fred's trousers. "You don't think they planned to have Smith use him like that?" He then finished the task pushing the trousers down to pool around Fred's feet, leaving him only in his pants.

"From what I've heard, I wouldn't put it past them." Fred held George's chin and gave him another chaste kiss. "You've seemed to have paid a lot of attention to Potter." With all the buttons undone, Fred slid the shirt off George's shoulder letting it drop to the floor.

"It's such a shame though." George said dropping a kiss to Fred's shoulder.

"A shame?" Fred grabbed George and switched their positions throwing George off balance.

Falling onto the bed George scurried backwards towards the centre of the combined mattress. "Potter is quite beautiful when he doesn't have his head down or hair covering his face."

"Hmm…" Fred pondered. "You're right. I've never paid much attention to his looks but those eyes always stuck with me." Joining George on the bed he knelt over him, straddling his legs. Undoing George's trousers he began to slide them down, peppering kisses down his chest to his hips.

"Don't forget about those messy raven locks that's just begging for a hand or two to run though it." Lifting his hips to allow Fred to pull off his trousers and pants in one go.

Tossing the garments onto the floor near the others, Fred moved back up the bed joining his twin. "Potter's on the short thin side isn't he?" Crawling his way back to the top of the bed he gave George a deep kiss.

"Perfect for cuddling, he would fit perfectly in someone's arms." He said a little breathlessly as Fred moved from his lips to his jaw and then down his neck, hands buried deep in his twin's hair.

"It really is a shame that he can't find a tall strapping bloke or two that would treat him right and look dashing between." Fred said, lips never leaving George's neck. Hands trailed down George's body, caressing his sides, heading down their mutual erections. George moaned as he felt a brush of a hand against his sensitive skin.

"Like us?" He asked, already knowing that his twin was thinking the exact same thing as him. Fred leaned back, his eyes filled with desire for more than his gorgeous twin that lay before him, George's eyes matching his own.

"Exactly."

To be Continued

Authors Note: So this turned out a little differently the I originally planned. The ending wasn't suppose to have twincest-ness but I couldn't see then just going to bed so early.

I'm really nervous posting this. Read & Review Please