Category: Harry Potter

Chapter: 1

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Horror

Pairing: Fred/George, George/Harry, George/Draco(if you could even CALL that part a pairing. it's at the end anyways)

Rating: M

Warning: Language, Sexual Situations, Twincest, Shounen-ai, Yaoi, Blood, Gore, Violence

Disclaimer: No, I did not create, own, control, dominate, have, have rights, have title, hold, inherit, keep, or retain Fred, George, Harry, or anyone else for that matter in the Harry Potter world. They currently belong to J.K. Rowling...(deep sigh) The plot and the story in general, however, DO belong to me.

Author's Note: Yeah, I'm aware most people just skip the corny author's note, but whatever. I'm writing one anyway! .;;; hello friends, reviewers, flamers...I hope you enjoy this story. I tried as hard as I could and i'm telling you now, the sex scene SUCKS! I know that because I've been writing smut for over 4 years and i'm pretty good at it, given the fact that i am a virgin and have yet to see 2 guys actually having sex. o.O and yeah, I wanted to get through the scene so I wrote it pretty fast. I promise the next smut scene will be better! And if you find anytypos orgrammer errrors, then I apologize. I'm not perfect ya know?So, without furthur ado, your Feature Presentation!

Rain.

Everywhere.

I've been out here so long, I couldn't even feel the hard droplets on my numb skin anymore. Gazing out into the dark, shadowy abyss, I remained stationary against the wall of the castle outside at the Quidditch pitch. I couldn't remember how many hours it had been, but I was thoroughly soaked. My short red hair lay flat against my head as I felt my body involuntarilly shaking. I think I was cold, but I had no desire whatsoever to go back inside.

Blinking away the rain or tears, I could not remember, I let out a shaky sigh before moving my fingers slightly. The sound of wet, sloshing footsteps greeted my ears, but I did not turn around. I had a feeling I knew who it was already. And I was right.

The person stopped behind me and intwined their cold, damp digits with mine. I knew those fingers all too well. It was slightly disturbing in a sense.

"George, come inside please. You've been out here for over three hours. I know...I was watching you from the dorm window." he murmured, but I could still hear him over the punding of the rain.

"I'm really worried...about you.." he added, giving my hand a squeeze that I could not feel. I was...numb after all.

Looking down at the fifth year, I watched as the precipitation assimilated the block Hogwarts robe. His usually messy raven hair attached to his scalp. Averting my eyes to his face, I locked onto his gaze. Emerald green eyes drowing with worry and fear behind his round frames. Raising my free hand, I moved his hair slightly to catch a glimpse of the mark that considered him a legend.

The lightning bolt seemed to gleem at me as I slowly traced the 15 year old scar. Losing interest, I let my damp finger glide down the boy's face, catching the droplets while I cupped his cheek. I watched him with emotionless ors as he leaned into my touch, his eyes closing while his free hand tugged on my robe impatiently.

"Harry..." I breathed, not quite sure if he he had heard me, but the slight shift of his head in my palm answered my silent question.

"Let's go..." blinking those pools of green open, he glanced into my eyes before averting his gaze and nodding. Pulling away my hand, I walked around him and led us back inside the castle.

Stepping inside the common room, dripping a lengthened trail of water, we both turned a jumped in mild surprise at the figure who stood in front of the fire.

"Fred...what're you still doing up?" I asked, calm demeaner slipping as my twin walked up to me. Staring into twin chocolate brown orbs, he unexpectedly hugged me.

"I...I was worried about you..." he whispered into my ear, warm breath breaking through the numbnes that engulfed me as I felt my knees slightly giving out. But just as suddenly as it happened, he pulled back and slapped me. I could feel the stinging in my cheek as I kept my head turned, eyes slowly opening, but keeping my gaze to the floor where a puddle was forming around my feet. He slapped me.

My twin slapped me.

Hearing Harry gasp brought me back to reality as I finally registered the fact that Fred was shouting at me.

"What were you doing out there! It's pouring and you're damp and...do you realize what time it is! If any of the professors caught you, you'd be in deep shit." Nodding slightly, I heard his jagged sigh before feeling his arms wrap around me once again.

Blinking back tears, I moved my head to look at the fifth year who looked about ready to pull out his wand on my brother. Locking our gazes, I silently told him not to. Nodding, he turned and, with a final glare to Fred's back, ran to and up the stairs that led to the Boy's Dormitories.

"I'm sorry..." I heard him murmur, causing me to turn my attention back on him.

"For what?" I inquired softly, shakilly wrapping around my twin, leaning my head to rest on his shoulder.

"For yelling...I...I shouldn't have shouted at you...You're my twin brother...it's not like I own you or anything.." Fred said, moving his hands to slide into my damp hair before dropping them back down onto each of my shivering shoulders and pulling back so that he could look at my face.

I wanted to smile then. I wanted to let him know that it was alright and that I still loved him. Still loved him as much as I ever did...but something kept me from making that simple movement. And instead, I mimmicked his stare with that detached look that has come to take home on my features lately.

Sighing, Fred let his hands fall from my shoulders and down to his sides before grabbing my hand and leading me towards the fire. Glancing up at me fore a second, my twin began to undo my robe before letting the soaked fabric slip from my arms and fall to the ground.

I hadnt realized I was shivering until he pushed me closer to the flames. I wasn't numb anymore, so I could feel the cold that angrilly bit my sensitive flesh before my brother looked into my eyes again, not averting his gaze. He raised his hand and wiped the remaining rain droplets away before running it through my slightly dried hair. Holding onto the back of my head, he leaned forward so that our foreheads touched. Warm flesh against cold flesh. Such simplicity held so much meaning to both of us.

Almost as if we could read eachother's thoughts through that gentle action.

"It's alright..." I whispered finally, seeing him look up into my eyes before nodding slightly and pulling back to kiss my cheek.

"Thank you..." he said, dropping his now wet hand from my hair and smiling warmly. I could feel my heart pounding under that loving gaze as I shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"For dealing with me.."

I felt the corners of my dry mouth twitching in a form of a smile until I saw his hand move to the buttons on my sodden white dress shirt.

"No...!" I shoved his hand away roughly while jumping back a bit. My breaths came out more heavilly as my shirt hung open from the first 2 being undone. Fred's look of hurt caused me to hate myself even more, if it were possible.

I have to get out of here!

Not being able to say anything, I turned and ran. I ran out of the portrait hole and down the corridor. I had no clue where I was going, but I had to get away from him. I had to get away from that look on his face.

I just...couldn't let him see those...marks.

Attempting to suck in as much oxygen as I could, I continued my sprint all the way to the boy's bathroom. Shoving the door open, I let it slam shut behind me before locking it quickly and leaning against the chipped green wood. My eyes were tightly closed as I heaved, catching my breath.

After some time passed, I regained my normal breathing pattern and sighed, sliding down the door before plopping on the cold tile floor, clothes partly dry, but still a bit damp in some places.

Lowering my gaze to the rest of my shirt buttons, I raised my shaky hands and undid them, letting the slightly see through fabric hang open, revealing my too thing stomache. Allowing the dress shirt to fall from my shoulders unnoticed, it fell haphazardly to the floor around me, leaving my upper body bare and vulnerable.

Glancing at my arms, I let my eyes swallow ever single cut, pattern and wound that I had previously engraved willinglly. Some much redder and recent than others. I couldn't..wouldn't...let Fred see them. He'd...hate me. I wouldn't be able to bear that.

I'd die.

Dropping my gaze to my black pants, I saw what lay beneath the fabric. More slashes resided on my skinny legs that I have made myself with my own wand. I dont recall creating any pattern, except for one that lay specifically on my inner thigh.

It was the letter 'F' and I had carved it in so deep that I knew it wasnt going anywhere. Exhaling deeply, I fished through my pocket and pulled out my wand. Holding it to my wrist, I muttered the spell that I had come to memorize all too well and watched as the magic made a nice clean cut across an old scar, blood flowing freely in it's wake.

Giving a rare, content smile, I lowered my head and let my tongue dance across the open wound, maonign at the familier metalic taste.

Cut...again..., the voice whispered, causing me to nod and obey obediantly. I moved my wand to a new spot and made another cut, watching the blood mingle with the crimson that flowed from the previous lesion. As time rolled on, I adhered the voice in my head and sliced more and more, sometimes licking it up if he allowed me to.

Before I knew it, I was beginning to grow tired. My body, with the lost off blood, craved sleep. But I would not give in to my body's needs. I still had something to take care of and, glancing down at the bulge that made itself completely evident, I had to do it before I passed out.

After lapping up what blood I could, I stood to my wobbly feet and slowly pulled on my white dress shirt that was now relatively dry from how love I've been here. Watching the thin sleeves, I grimaced at the crimson liquid that continued to seep through the fabric.

I had to get back. I was feeling more or less dizzy already as I pocketed my wand and unlocked the door. Stepping out into the corridor, I made sure it was clear of anyone before turning andrunning back towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

Grumbling the password to the sleep-ridden and slightly angry fat lady, I stepped through the hole and looked around, begging to whatever God would listen that Fred had gone to sleep. He had.

The empty common room was the only thing that greeted me as I walked passed the dieing flames of the fireplace towards the stairs and up to the boy's dorms.

But instead of heading over to my room that I shared with Fred and Lee, I headed towrads another room. Heading through the doorway silently, I searched for a certain black haired boy. Passing beds that inhabited Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville, I stopped in front of the last four-poster that had the curtains drawn.

Feeling the cold liquid trailing down to the palm of my hands, I crawled through a crack in the drapery and moved over the boy. Straddling his waist lightly, I watched him sleep, snoring faintly.

"Harry.." I whispered, letting my blood covered finger trace his scar once again. I stared as he murmured softly, moving his hands to grip my thighs while his eyes slowly opened, blinking rapidly as he attempted to decipher who I was.

"G...George?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes as I pulled my hand back, a drop of crimson falling upon his cheek. I felt him jerk in surprise as he watched the blood roll down between his eyes from his mark. I saw fear in those orbs before relief washed over them when I raised my arm and pulled down the blood stained sleeve.

Harry knew about the scars. He knew what I did to myself and yet, he still liked me. I watched with with my usual distant expression as he grabbed my wrist gently and pulled it down so he could lap at the vital fluid. How could he love me so much? I always questioned it. I was nothing. A weasley. Noting more than that. Harry could have anyone he wanted and yet, here he was. Needing me.

The boy really deserved better.

I raised my head to look up at the ceiling of his four-poster as I felt him grab my other wrist, his wet muscle gliding across my thin arm. Harry used to care about what I did to myself. Especially over the summer when he first caught me doing it at the Black Manor. I guess after a while he just kind of gave up on me trying to help me.

I don't blame him.

Now he just kind of deals with me. When he catches me cutting, I stop and he cleans me up. When I want to let out my sexual frustrations, I sneak into his room and wake him up for another round.

As I said before, Harry deserved so much more than me and my nightly visits.

Allowing my gaze to fall back upon him, I watched as he swallowed the last bit of blood before dropping my wrist and locking eyes with me. I could fele his arousal pressing against my inner thigh, demanding attention.

Lowering my saliva-coated hand, I slowly rubbed him through the fabric of his striped pajamas. I watches as the boy groaned, emeralds closing while his fingers clutched the bedsheets.

"G..George..I.." I knew perfectly well what he wanted. Normally I would do a bit of teasing, but at the moment, I just wanted to fuck him. This was his lucky day.

Hastilly yanking off our clothes, I shoved his legs apart and gave my hand a quick lick before coating my dick witht he makeshift lubricant. Staring into his green orbs with emotionless eyes, I felt a twinge of guilt as he averted his gaze elsewhere.

Biting my lip, I closed my eyes and punctured his tight hole, groaning as I pushed in until I was fully sheathed.Hearing his soft moans, I pulled out and thrusted back in, feeling his grip move to my shoulders.

I wanted this to last as long as possible but at the same time, I wanted this to end and have my release.

"G..George...harder.." Harry maoned as I jammed back in, letting my nails clutch his hips as he wrapped his legs around my waist. Searching for that spot that made any guy go insane, I rammed into his smaller body as hard as I could. Turning slightly, I thrusted hard at a certain angle which rewarded me with the fifth year clutching my muscles for dear life and twitching and shuddering under me.

Lowering my head to crush my lips against his, I picked up the pace while hitting his 'oh so sweet' spot every time.

Moaning and groaning against my lips, I shoved my tongue into his awaiting mouth to greet his own wet muscle. He was close. I could always tell by the way he starts to get rouch. He begins to bite at my lips, claw at as much exposed skin as he can, and moans just that much more.

And he knew I liked it when he got like that.

Gripping his hips, I growled dangerously while thrusting inside harder and faster without any thoughts of what Harry wanted. I always lost my mind when this part came. I hated it.

After a few more skin slapping skin pouds, Imoaned loudly into the kiss, the name being swallowed by the boy's mouth as I filled him up deep with my white hot seed.

"Fred..."

Pulling away from the raven haired boy's lips where a long line of saliva continued to connect us, I exhaled deeply, feeling sleep attempting to pull me away. Blinking down at Harry, I watched as he panted, chest rising and falling as he tried to regain his composure.

Running my hand through his unruly hair, I leaned down and kissed his cheek while standing up and grabbing my pants. Pulling them on, I grabbed my shirt and was about to pull it on when I felt the familier tug at my pants. Turning around, I locked our gazes as the pain in my heart doubled.

Harry was crying.

"George...please..?" he pleaded, tears silently streaming down his flushed cheeks. He didn't care that every time I orgasmed, I moand Fred's name. He didn't care that I cut myself. He didn't care about mostly anything I did. All he ever wanted was for me to stay. Harry wanted me to fall asleep with him.

But I couldn't.

The boy did ths everytime. He would ask me to, but I always had to refuse. I couldn't afford to get caught. I couldn't afford to have Fred find out about this.

Sighing, I pulled my dress shirt on and left it unbuttoned. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my wand and cleaned Harry up. Pulling the duvet up over his naket form, I leaned down and kissed him briefly.

"I cant.." I whispered, pocketing my wand before heading towards the doorway.

"George?" I stopped and looked over my shoulder to see the boy sitting up.

"I...I love you.." he murmured, still giving me those pleading eyes as I turned my head back to where I had my hand on the wall. Squeezing it for a moment, I sighed while heading out silently.

"Y..Yeah. Night.."

To Be continued

Author's Note: Yes, this is my first Harry Potter story being posted. Notice I say posted because I've written a few of them already. . I was a little apprehensive about posting this, but I decided to anyway. Since I havent posted anything since I was thirteen. O.O yeah, so if you look at my profile and find that other story...well..dont mind it cuz it sucks and I was 13. . .. . ...yeah, so, the story. I already have it finished. . I just need to, well, type up every chapter, and send it in! so, if you do like this story, then please please PLEASE review. Those are the only things that'll make me actually finish posting the entire story. It's not that long. Probably around 5, 6, or 7 chapters. So, I shall await the reviews, or lack thereof, and we shall see what comes of Fred/George!