A/N: This is something that I thought of when I was talking to my brother. I told him that my friend and I were going to go as Fred and George Weasley for Halloween and that I was a little sad because we could never be identical. And he was like, "Well, are Fred and George REALLY identical anyway?" And so this was born. Enjoy!
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"Are you two really identical to each other?"
Fred stared at Neville as if he had grown another head – which, with Neville, was always quite possible. Neville quickly felt around his neck to make sure another head wasn't there then returned Fred's stare.
George cleared his throat and Fred blinked, tearing his gaze from Neville to look at his twin in a hurt way. "Did you hear what he just asked us, George?" George nodded, frowning a little.
Deciding to jump in to save himself from growing another head because of their wrath, Neville embellished. "I mean, doesn't one of you have a scar that the other doesn't? Or something?"
The twins cracked identical grins. "Ah, Fred, that's what he's asking us!"
"Well, we should explain, then."
"Indeed, we should."
They turned their attention back to Neville and both rolled up their left sleeves, revealing their forearms. There were identical long, white scars across their arms. Neville stared at the scars then looked at the twins for an explanation.
George was forthcoming. "You see, when we were three—"
"—and a half," interrupted Fred.
"Fred fell from a tall tree."
"Very tall—"
"—at least to us at the time. Anyway, he cut his arm."
"Nasty gash—"
"—oozed pus and everything." Fred nodded solemnly. "Well, I was with Mum—"
"—at the grocery store—"
"—and I suddenly felt a pain in my arm. I started crying and Mum asked what was wrong. So I rolled up my sleeve and there it was!"
"The nasty gash!"
"Just bleeding like crazy!"
"And so," continued Fred, "we both have the scar to show for my stupidity!"
Neville seemed skeptical of the whole story. "Don't you think that's kind of, well, far-fetched?" he asked shakily.
George frowned at Fred. Fred frowned at George. They turned their frowns on Neville.
"Do you need proof?" Fred asked quietly.
"That would be nice," Neville replied boldly.
"Very well."
Fred pulled out a little pocket knife and handed it to Neville. The twins held out their right arms.
"Cut my arm, Neville," Fred said solemnly.
"No!" Neville had turned white.
"You wanted proof!" George said angrily. "So do it!"
Shaking like crazy, Neville put the knife to Fred's arm and drew it quickly across the skin. The knife was sharp, so it drew blood easily.
Fred winced briefly at the pain then looked over at his brother. Moments later – not even, really – George winced too and a thin line of blood – identical to Fred's – appeared on his arm.
As they saw Neville gaping, the twins grinned again and rolled down their sleeves.
"Is that enough proof?" they asked together.
"Yes," Neville squeaked. He cleared his throat the repeated himself. "Yes." He looked at them and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that no one had seen before.
"What, Neville?" George asked warily.
"Well, I just have one more question."
The twins looked at each other then Fred asked, "What?"
"Well, since when one of you gets hurt the other does too… if one of you loses his virginity, does the other?"
The twins grinned.
A/N: I know the ending's a little... different. But please review!