I've been meaning to update some of my older and neglected stories, but instead I found myself writing a new one. This is a story that contains SLASH. If you don't like it, please don't read it. If you choose to ignore this warning, it won't be my fault when you degrade yourself further with homophobic comments. The pairings in this story will mainly be HarryxDraco and FredxGeorge. Sorry for those who love HarryxDraco but hate the twincest angle. You'll either have to grin and bear it or just not read. It's also in Harry's point of view.
All characters belong to the amazing JKR.
CHAPTER ONE: The First Step of a Long Process
For the third time this week, I've woken up with the same feeling. I'm sure everyone's felt it at one time or another. It's that hollow empty feeling you get in the center of your chest when you just know something is missing. I've been plagued with this feeling for the past three days, which has coincidentally been the same amount of days that I've been at the Burrow.
Could this feeling be the result of seeing so much love and togetherness in one place-love and togetherness that I've never had? Or maybe it was just something I'm not able to identify yet. Either way, I'm planning on making my stay here as enjoyable as possible.
Looking around, I noticed I was up before Ron. There was nothing absolutely extraordinary about that. If Ron could get away with it, he would stay in bed all day. I really wish he would wake up though. Even Ron's company is better than none.
After waiting several minutes, it became clear he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. Hopefully someone else is going to be up. As I left Ron's room, I heard a small noise from Fred and George's room across the hall. The faded brown door was open, but only very slightly.
I had a feeling they might be up and already working on a new practical joke, so I started toward their room. With every advancing step I took toward their room, the small noise became louder and louder. It was a sound similar to wood knocking against a wall. As my hand reached the gleaming doorknob, I heard an identical set of sighs of satisfaction.
Pushing the door open, I saw Fred and George laying together in the same bed. Georges head was resting lovingly of Fred's chest, while Fred was lovingly braiding a single strand of his twins hair. Both were shirtless and seemed to be covered by a thin lavender sheet from the waist down. Startled, I let out a small gasp.
Fred's eyes flew open while George seemed oblivious to the noise. As his eyes focused on me, they widened in utter surprise. He gently nudged George to attention. When George finally caught sight of me, his lips moved as though he was trying to form words, yet no sound came from them. I turned around and left the room, anxious to be free from the uncomfortable situation.
"Harry, wait! Let us explain!" Was the last thing I heard as I ran down the creaky stairs and headed out the back door of the Weasley household.
End!
Thischapter was very, very short and there wasn't really even a conversation involved. For that I'm sorry. It's the introduction to the story and it's very important to leave this one event all to its self. Love it, hate it, or feel neutral? Click the button that says review and tell me!
