George Weasley clutched the bouquet of flowers close to his chest as he let the tears run freely down his cheeks. He stepped carefully down the path heading away from the Burrow, to the place he knew his brother was buried.

It had been a month since the Battle of Hogwarts and Fred's death. The most painful but complete surreal month for George. The idea of Fred not being here with him was something he could hardly imagine. Yet he had spent the last month without Fred by his side. He felt like he was wandering through life with no meaning, no purpose.

Without Fred he didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say or think. He didn't feel right. Fred had always just been there; their relationship was the most natural thing in the world. It could never be questioned, never be broken and he thought they could never be separated. But he was wrong. Fred was his other half. Now better half, he thought.

Right now, George felt lost. He didn't know who he was anymore. It had always been Fred and George. But… without Fred… without his other half… who was George?

It was going to take some time to find himself. A lot of time in fact. This was something he would usually go to Fred about. Something Fred would understand but… he's not here anymore.

But all George could do at the moment was mourn.

He missed Fred. He missed not having him finish his sentences and make jokes with him. He missed the sound of his voice and the feeling of his arms wrapped around his body, telling him everything will be alright.

It hadn't quite settled in for him yet. The fact that he would never see or hear Fred ever again was something that felt like such a… dream. No… a nightmare. Something which felt so unreal… that he at the moment he thought he was living in his nightmare.

He was expecting Fred to walk around the corner at any moment.

George approached the grave, his head hanging low and feeling almost regretful for going yet again. But he always felt like this. Every time he turned up at the grave which was every day. He had not missed a day since the funeral. Everybody told him it wasn't healthy to spend so much time there and he knew they were right… but he couldn't help it.

He finally looked up as he arrived a few feet away from the grave when he noticed there was someone else there. The first thought that entered his mind that it was a family member, but it became so obvious that this person wasn't.

The person was knelt down in front of the grave, their forehead rested on the gravestone as soft blubbers echoed through the air. Their white blond hair was messy and uncared for. George could tell by his physique, even from behind that this was a boy.

He stepped forward, wanting to know the identity of the boy when he realised. He realised who it was.

Draco Malfoy.

George didn't know what to think of Malfoy being here. He stood there, gaping at the blonde, not knowing whether to question him or not.

So many questions ran through his head: why is a Malfoy visiting a Weasley's grave? Why was he crying for a Weasley? Why was Draco Malfoy in particular here? The guy they had teased and taunted at school because he was so foul.

And soon the confusion turned into complete anger. How dare an ex-Death Eater come here when it was the war they created which killed Fred. How dare he, when he probably worked and fought alongside the person who killed Fred.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?" George yelled, dropping the bunch of flowers onto the gravel.

He shook slightly as Malfoy's head snapped around, revealing all the emotions on his face. He looked slightly shocked at the presence of the redhead, but he mostly looked… broken. His cheeks were tear stained and eyes a blotchy red, which was different to how piercing and harsh they used to be. His skin was unhealthily pale and he looked absolutely distraught.

But George was too rash. He didn't give any thought to the appearance of the younger boy. He was too furious to take any of that in.

"What the hell are you doing here? Why would you care that Fred's gone? Why would you take the time out of your 'perfect' pureblood life to come and visit him?" George screamed, the tears rolling freely down his face, "Why the fuck are you here? This is somewhere for mourning! Somewhere we come to see the person we miss and love! If you're here to gloat about something, then you better fuck off now because I don't give a damn! I want to see my brother! I want to… spend my time with him! Just fuck off! I don't know why the hell you are here!"

"George… just leave me alone…" Draco cried, running his shaky fingers through his untidy hair, "You don't understand."

"I don't understand? I lost my twin brother! I lost my twin brother because of evil people like you!" George pointed an accusing finger causing another wave of tears to come over the Malfoy, "It's not just Voldemort's fault… it's because of people like you as well! It's partly your fault as well… you helped to kill Dumbledore and you helped you know who! It's just as much as your fault as Voldemort's and I can't believe you would even dare to come here, like Fred actually meant something to you!"

Draco's lip quivered as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He slowly stood up and away from the grave, towards the fuming Weasley.

"You don't think I know that?" Draco whispered with a trembling voice, "You don't think I blame myself for what happened! You don't think… I hate myself for everything I've done…?"

"Then why did you do it?" George growled.

"Because I had to. Because I didn't know any different," Draco mumbled, his eyes distant and tearful, "Because I was scared of what would happen if I didn't. Because I was scared for myself and everyone I loved. Because I was scared of… Voldemort.

"I was completely wrong with everything I did and I'm not going to deny it or defend myself. I just never thought…" He trailed off.

"Never thought what?"

"Never thought I would lose Fred," Draco murmured, burying his face in his hands again.

Silence swept over the two of them. George stared at Draco in confusion and also felt disturbed. Why did he care that Fred was dead? What was it to him? He didn't understand… because he had never seen the strong willed Malfoy so vulnerable before.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" George said more calmly but his disgust was still evident in his tone.

Draco lifted his face from his hands, sniffing, "Did you ever wonder why Fred would sneak out at night in his last year at Hogwarts? Did you ever wonder why he happened to go out when he left Hogwarts for whole afternoons on Hogsmeade weekends? And how he ever crept off during the holidays?"

"I don't understand…" George mumbled with furrowed eyebrows.

"Fred and I… were together," The younger boy admitted, looking into George's eyes, "At one point I mean...we broke it off about a year ago but... I-I still...the feelings were still there."

George stilled, shaking his head. He must be bluffing. Fred wouldn't have ever been with a Malfoy. He wasn't even… gay. Fred always said he liked girls… he always told him about wild nights he had with girls. That's where he said he was whenever he snuck out at night or disappeared for a few hours at the weekends…

Fred wouldn't have lied to him. They told each other everything. No secrets… they never had secrets. If it were true… why would Fred have ever kept that from him? Why should he believe this little rat when Fred had told him differently?

"No… it can't be true. Fred would have told me something that important," George shook his head to deny it.

"We didn't tell anyone because we were scared of what other people would think. If I had ever told my father he would probably tell me to finish it and forbidden me to see him. It was better because then we could still be together that way," Draco explained, his voice still fragile.

"No… no." George breathed, turning around away from Draco.

"You can believe me or not. But it was true. I loved Fred. I still do. More than anything. And for some reason he loved me too..."

"When?" George swivelled around quickly, crying out at the blonde, "How? How?"

Draco shook his head wildly, his blond hair whipping around. More tears overwhelmed him which he didn't even bother trying to hide or wipe away.

"I can't. I can't."

Draco disapparated quickly in front of the other boy. George stood there, feeling utterly bewildered while he stared at where Fred was buried.

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Hello! So this is an unfinished story from my old fanfiction account, midnightkisses10. I've started to write the last few chapters so it will probably not take long to update this story! I've been updating/editing it also. The most major change is that previously, Draco and Fred were together up until his death but in this version they break up a while before as I thought it made more sense. Please tell me what you think!