Twins will be Twins
A/N:
Yes, twincest, because it had to be done. I've been dieing to do a twincest fic and finally got around to it, so I hope that if you like incest you enjoy, if you don't like incest then I suggest you turn back now because you obviously won't like this. Trust me, flames will first be laughed at then, if you're not too mean, deleted. If however you are mean about it, then you will be receiving a reply, and trust me, you don't want that. ^-^
Warnings: Twincest, slash, other things that flamers live for.
~``~``~``~ George ~``~``~``~
I shook my head and instantly jerked awake. Molly Weasley, otherwise known as mum, had been going on and on all morning about pulling pranks on fathers' right before they have a huge meeting. I glanced to my right and found that, Fred, my twin brother who looked as if I was looking in a mirror, was drooling and his head had fallen back since he had actually fallen asleep. The sad thing was that our mum had no clue either of us had been ignoring her after two minuets into her rant because of her dish washing.
I had to hold back my laughter when Fred suddenly jerked awake as the rest of the family bounded downstairs. The same shaded green blue eyes narrowed in a glare at me. In the end he couldn't hold it and it lessened until we were both chuckling lightly. Finally mum dismissed us to sit at the breakfast table with the rest of the family.
Ginny sat next to Fred with Hermione while Ron and Harry sat next to each other across from us. Mum and dad usually held up the ends but dad was still upstairs and mum was finishing the cooking. Hermione and Ginny were speaking in whispers and every once in a while they'd look across the table to where Ron was trying to gulp down a glass of pumpkin juice as fast as he could while he had Harry time him. They started laughing when the juice dribbled out from under his lips and trailed down his chin, now the girls just seemed to become repulsed by this.
"There we go, dig in!" Mum announced when she'd put all dishes on the table. Ron attacked it like a wild animal, taking bacon, toast and a mountain of eggs.
After Ron made his dent, Ginny and Hermione each took their small share and handed everything over to Fred and I. We looked at each other, pushed our plates together and dumped the rest onto them. Once everything had fallen into place, we separated the plates and did as mum had suggested, dug in.
It was then that Dad decided to come down. He gave us a glare as we each struggled to keep in our laughter. It just so happened that Ron had seen dad's newly dyed green hair right after taking a large swig of juice, causing it to spray across the table to land directly on Hermione. The brunette's mouth hung open and her hands were raised in the air in disbelief. She scooted out of her chair and stormed away. Ginny took off after her, quickly followed by Ron. Mrs. Weasley went after them a bit later to find out if everything was alright. Fred and I smirked and turned to Harry.
"Mischief managed!" We said to together, causing Harry to let out a small chuckle.
~``~``~``~ Fred ~``~``~``~
After we'd managed to cause all sorts of trouble before breakfast, George and I were sent to stay up in our room until mum called us down again. For the first time in our lives, we had nothing to say to each other. Fred and I were twins, so usually we knew everything that the other was feeling. Right now we were both screaming out our boredom in our heads.
I glanced at Fred from around my arm, still staying in a laying down position. He had looked over to me too. We both seemed to stare at ourselves. It truly was like looking in a mirror or seeing your reflection in a glass. We both had the same eyes, same red mop of hair (but everyone in our family has that), same freckles on our faces and arms, same cheeky grin when we were caught doing something we shouldn't. We were just alike, and yet completely different.
I for one didn't see myself being fawned over nearly as many girls as my brother because I think our looks are really different but no one can tell us apart. Also George is the much quieter one while I'm usually the leader in everything, not that he does anything different than I do, but there are small differences. Perhaps it would help if we would wear different clothes from each other…? Well, no matter, one day well find girlfriends who can tell us apart without having to ask us. We once dated another pair of twins in hopes that they'd know how to tell us apart, but sadly they couldn't. George once found a date when I hadn't but the poor girl came in, sat on my lap in the common room and started to kiss me. George stormed in and asked her what was going on. She only replied that she couldn't tell the difference between us, so George broke up with her.
"Fred...?" I blinked when my twins' voice came from before me, snapping me out of my daydreams. "Do you think we'll ever find girls that can tell us apart?" Ah, yes, twin telepathy is very strong with us.
"Maybe some day." I answered, noting the little nod he gave before continuing to stare at the ceiling.
The only thing that brought us shooting out of bed and rushing to the door was the knock we'd both been so desperate to hear. Naturally I got there before George because I'm the leader, the top twin, plus my bed was closer to the door. When I opened it, we were both surprised to find it was Harry. He quickly pushed past up and entered the room. George and I looked at each other then at Harry trying to squeeze himself under my bed.
"Um, Harry, mate, what are you doing?" I asked the almost completely disappeared figure as it continued to wiggle its way under the bed.
"Hiding from Ron." He said this as though it were obvious.
"Well, why are you hiding from Ron isn't he-" George started.
"-you're best mate?" I continued for him.
"Yes, but he's just heard Hermione and Ginny talking in Ginny's room about her and Dean Thomas dating, he turned all red and looked like he was about to explode. I don't want to be caught in the middle of that."
I smiled and turned to find George had the same idea as I had. We both wondered our way up the stairs, side by side, and found ourselves at Ginny's door. I pushed it open and walked in without shame, George following behind me. Hermione was set up on the floor next to Ginny's bed, but both her and Ginny sat on her sleeping bag and were currently working with nail polish. Ginny was in the midst of saying a charm. Instantly the polish changed from purple to green to pink to red. Mood polish.
"Where's Ron gone?" George asked beside me.
"Ugh, he just barged in here and started yelling, so mum's having a word with him in the kitchen." Hermione gave a small giggle at Ginny's anger turned amused sentence.
With lightning speed, George and I took off to the kitchen, not wanting to miss Ron being yelled at. We settled on the steps and peered through the bars to watch as mum shouted at Ron for getting angry. Ron was trying to argue but his attempt was in vain. George pressed against me to get a better look through the bars, our shirts sliding together and creating a small amount of friction. My eyes fluttered closed as I enjoyed the presence of my twin against me. My eyes widened when we heard soft foot steps. I pushed George away, him giving a confused look as Harry sat down behind us, also watching Ron get the full blow.
George and I were no longer watching though. George was looking at me like I'd gone completely insane. I just stared at him. Why had I reacted like that? It wasn't as if it were anything dangerous or a prank we were trying to hide. George just simply leaned against me to get a better look. I looked into his eyes and blinked as I felt something more than I normally did. I was enjoying this way more than I should. We were both snapped out of our thoughts when mum appeared in front of us.
"I told you lot to stay upstairs! Well, no matter. You two will be taking everyone to do their school shopping."
~``~``~``~ George ~``~``~``~
I don't think Fred explained why going school shopping was the most dreadful thing in the world. Well, Ginny and Hermione are usually okay because they go off on their own and mum insisted that Harry stay behind in case something about you-know-who happened while we were out. That just left Ron and us. We were pretty weighed down because it was our last year at Hogwarts. Soon they would lack our pranks. Plus we had to carry Harry's things too. It was bad enough trying to find everything on our own and somehow double it but it was even worse with Ron there.
The girls wouldn't take him with like we thought they would. Instead they left us with his annoying shopping habits. Very child does the 'I want this' game, but Ron, whom is now a 15 year old going on 16, still plays this game. He's also slow and complains at everything. No, I take what I said earlier back. He's not 16, he's a 2 year old trapped in a 16 year olds body!
The only weird thing about the trip was that I found the Fred would become extremely close to me. Not that we weren't usually right next to each other at almost all times, but this was different. I'd often find myself awkwardly trapped between shelves, the thing blocking me was Fred. Also whenever I found something Fred would get unnecessarily close to my face to look at it too. I don't even think he realized he was doing these things.
"Ron!" We bellowed together as we tried to pry our brother from the stand of exploding pistol bits and the chocolate frog stand. Quite a deadly combination if I do say so myself…
Ron scrambled over to us, his ears a bit red from having to be treated like a little kid by his brothers. I saw Fred roll his eyes and I started to walk out of the shop, Ron following behind me. I turned to see if Fred was coming he stood further back, looking longingly at something. He seemed glued to the spot and in a hazy daze. I looked over my shoulder to find what he seemed to be looking at. A worker was stacking caramel wands on the shelf. I smiled, handed Ron some money and sent him next door to get his new books. I walked over to Fred again.
"You should go talk to her." I said, nodding my head towards the girl. Fred's eyes searched my own, wide and confused. Then they seemed to come to light with everything and returned to normal.
"N-No I don't think I should." His cheeks were now tinted with red around his freckles.
"Oh come on! I saw her making eyes at you before." I lied, but, hey, a little confidence is a big push in the right direction.
"I said no, can we just drop it." My eyebrows scrunched at his tone. It had come out harsh and snappy, two things Fred never was towards me.
"Okay…" I just dropped the subject, instead I had turned to concern. "Are you okay?"
"Fine…s-sorry about my tone. I'm not angry with you, you know." His head dropped a bit when he realized his mistake.
"It's okay." I brushed it off. "Let's go find Ron before he ends up buying something he shouldn't." He gave a small smile and a nod before we set off again.
~``~``~``~ Fred ~``~``~``~
I sighed with relief as we finally sat down on a small bench, our bags littered around us. I honestly don't know how mum does this. There was so much to carry! I glanced to my left and watched as George sat sprawled against the back of the bench, his chest rising and falling quickly with exhaustion. I couldn't believe I was doing it again! I was staring at him. I tried tearing my eyes away, but I couldn't. It was like he and were magnets, I just found myself constantly looking at him.
All day I'd been trying to get as close as possible to him and I would glance at things over his shoulder I would normally have no interest in just to get closer to him. Once I'd trapped him in between shelves. Why? I have absolutely no clue! The worst was when we were leaving the sweets store (or as we liked to call it the living supplies store) and He'd walked ahead. It was very wrong of me to do this, but I couldn't help glancing down to watch they way he walked, the way his hips moved and, the most wrong, his ass. It was just sort of there though, but it definitely called for its own attention. The worst part of it all was when Fred thought I'd been staring at a sales worker. This told me that I'd had a look of lust or longing for some reason.
I shook my head as I tried to clear the memory for what seemed like the thousandth time since it happened. It helped that George pushed Ron off the bench onto the ground so he could put up his feet. He laughed, but stopped when he saw I wasn't. We usually did everything together. Usually what one found funny, the other did too, so it was no surprise he instantly shut up. It didn't help that George was always the submissive one and would usually let me be the leader of our two-man group.
"Fred, do you 'reckon we should tell Hermione about Ron's sleep talking?" He asked me in a teasing tone. Instantly our little brother turned a deep scarlet and started a rant, causing both of us to laugh this time.
"Ron, why on earth are you shouting?" We tried to hold it back but Hermione's scolding as she and Ginny came up behind him was just too great of timing.
"Fuck you both!" Ron said, now completely embarrassed.
"Ron, language!" Honestly, Hermione was just like a second mother.
Later that night, I couldn't be bothered with sleep, so I snuck out of the house as quietly as I could and made my way down to the field about half a mile down the hill from The Burrow. I lay there in the greenish brown grass and just gazed up at the stars above, thinking about today's discoveries.
Sure, I knew that all signs pointed to the obvious 'Fred's got a crush!' but it wasn't the fact that I had a crush so much as it was on whom I had the crush. You'd have been a bit freaked out too if you discovered that you liked your twin or family member. I think the only step more wrong than liking a twin is liking your mother or father. I didn't want to believe it but it was pretty hard to ignore when it felt like there was a giant flashing orange neon sign pointing to it. I sighed and tried to clear my head.
"Ah ha! I knew you'd come here!" Well, there goes my clear head.
George moved his way over to me and lay down beside me. His arms came up to rest behind his head in the same way mine did. I looked over at him to find him just having looked over to me. His green-blue eyes shown brightly in the reflection of the moon's light. He was slightly smaller than me, but it wasn't noticeable to human eye unless we kept really, REALLY still, which neither of us could do. He'd also come adorned in his night clothes. His were green with silver stripes while mine were blue with silver stripes. I think Mum bought us these because she was tired of not being able to tell us apart. In fact, all of our clothes no a days were at least a slightly different color than each others, yet mum still couldn't tell the difference between us. Most people couldn't, sometimes even we couldn't. I guess I should officially call myself a narcissist for now liking my exact image.
"You've been a bit off today, is everything okay." I blinked and turned my face back to the sky.
"George, we're almost done with school." He seemed confused as he shifted next to me.
"So…?"
"What'll happen when we're finished?" My words came out as more of a sigh.
"Well, we'll open our own shop like we've talked about, but that's still two years of Hogwarts to go yet Fred. Why did that even come up?"
I didn't reply, just gave another sigh and continued my attempts to try keeping my head light. Yet, my attempts were too far fetched obviously, as I found myself looking over to my twin again. Both our hair had grown to shoulder length over the summer. T kind of suited us right now but later on I knew we'd chop it off again. George was still looking at me, but I could tell I was already loosing him. I should've known that he would follow me out here. Neither of us has been able to sleep if one of us goes too far away from the other. That's the way it's always been. I should've known he'd wake up and come try to find me. Now, though, he was slowly falling back into that sweet calm of his dreams. With one last failed attempt, his eye lids drooped then fully closed. His breathing slowed and his chest rose up and down calmly. I smiled as I watched the movements of his eyes behind freckled lids.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was. I slowly and steadily moved over to his side, trying not to let the grass crunch under my weight too loudly. He was warm against me and I could here the slow beating of his heart. Calmly and still ever slow, I draped his arm around my middle and also found myself slowly nodding into unconsciousness…
A/N:
Haven't decided on weather or not I'm going to put THE SCENE (you know!) in great detail or if I just going to give a brief description and move on, so if you like the story and want a say in it, let me know what you think I should do.
Also, did you like the first chapter? Enough to review?