GW: Ah, a um...'warning' for those of you who do not know what kind of story they are about to subject themselves to. This story pits the lovely Weasly brothers Fred-

Fred: Hello

GW: And George-

George: Hi.

GW: as a couple. Yes, I am quite aware that such a relationship is dictated as 'incest' or in their case, 'twincest' (the incest of twins) and some of you folks out there may find this wrong and/or disturbing. You may ask, 'How can a person knowingly write about incest???' the answer is quite simple: I have been corrupted in this sense. (thank you, Hikaru and Kaoru)

Hikaru and Kaoru: Eh, we were bored, no biggie.

GW: Yes, well, on with the story!

Hikaru: Hold up!

Kaoru: Aren't we forgetting something rather important?

GW: Ah…the disclaimers. I don't own Harry Potter or its lovely characters, and now I have to disclaim Ouran High School Host Club. How troublesome. I don't own that either.

-O-o-O-

Chapter 1; Here Comes the Sun

- Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter, little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say, it's alright-

Thunder clapped across a dark foreboding night sky 6 long years ago as the frightened, then 10 year old, George Weasly clung to his bedspread, awake and wide eyed in terror. He winced whenever the thunder was loud enough to shake their feeble looking house, and the ghoul in the attic wasn't helping. Whimpering slightly as lighting illuminated their room, he looked over at his brother, sleeping soundly in his bed across the room, and wondered if Fred would mind too terribly much if he crept into his bed looking for a place of comfort. He quickly ducked back under his covers as a large roar of thunder shook the Burrow and the ghoul wailed about. He peeked back out from under the blanket at Fred and reasoned on whether Fred would be angry with him or not, after all, Fred knew of George's dislike of thunderstorms, and they had made a pact to share as often as they could…and it wasn't as if they hadn't ever slept in the same bed before, so what was stopping him from joining his brother now?

Slowly he began to muster up courage to make a run for Fred's bed and sat up in his. At last, when George thought the storm had reached a quiet peak, he threw back his blanket and swung his legs out over the side of the bed, letting his toes brush against the floor. He took a deep breath and slid down onto the floor, nervously fidgeting and casting glances every which way. He took his time walking slowly across the room to where his brother lay sleeping, that is until low rumbling thunder made him run and leap into Fred's bed, eyes tightly squeezed shut and clinging onto Fred's arm as if his dear life depended on it.

Fred woke up startled at first, wondering what on earth was going on, but his panic died away as he saw George holding onto his arm for dear life, understanding growing in his mind as it thundered and lightning flashed in the sky.

"Alright there, George?"

George shook his head fervently.

Fred laughed good naturedly and pet George on the head.

"'Salright, George, the storm'll blow over and before you know it, the sun'll be out. You're alright now."

George merely buried his face in Fred's shirt sleeve as tears produced by fear welled up in his closed eyes, waiting for the storm to pass. As Fred continuously stroked George's hair, however, sleep filled the young Weasly boy and he succumbed to its enchanting magic. Soon after Fred too was asleep, his small arm wrapped protectively around his twin brother George.

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6 years later and a storm similar to the one described above was fussing about, and the ghoul in the attack was wailing his dead little head off. The one thing different though was that George was not afraid. He lay awake in his own bed, hands neatly tucked under his head as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking. The new Hogwarts semester was starting tomorrow and he just wasn't feeling like he could handle another year at the wizard school. He didn't know how late it was, he just didn't seem to be able to sleep, but was not startled when a voice that was similar to his in every way interrupted these thoughts gently.

"Scared, George?" His twin said, smiling at him from across the room, his face propped up on his upturned palm.

"You stupid git, I'm not frightened by these sorts of storms anymore." He turned to look his brother in the eye.

"Well, why're you up so late, then?" Fred asked smiling.

George shrugged; after all, he really didn't know why he was awake. The memory of when George had ran to Fred for comfort when a raging storm went by flooded his mind.

"I don't know, just…"

"Reminiscing, perhaps?"

"Perhaps" said George smiling.

"Well, big year at Hogwarts coming up for us, you ready for it?" asked Fred as he took up George's position and stared at the ceiling above his head.

"Yep." George said as thunder gently rumbled the house.

"You can't fool me, George, I've known you too long; you still don't like thunder storms, do you?" asked Fred, beaming to himself.

"I'm not scared." Said George crossly.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I wasn't saying you were scared…just…uneasy, perhaps?"

"Perhaps…" mumbled George, putting his full attention to a fly that had landed on the ceiling.

'I'll call you Peppy,' said George mentally, 'I'll be sure to catch you and test out all our new products on you.'

"Aw, I didn't mean anything by it, George." Said Fred sympathetically.

"Why'd you point it out then, you git?"

"Well, truthfully," Fred too looked at the fly centered above them. "I suppose I've been reminiscing too."

"Oh?"

"Yeah…" he looked back at George who, in turn, returned his gaze. Fred then did something quite unexpected, to George, at least: he patted the space beside him on his bed. "Come on, one more time?"

George sighed "We're too old now, Fred, it wouldn't be handled the same way as when we were kids."

"Oh, come on, George! For old time's sake?"

He slowly shook his head. "If someone walked in on us, what would they think?"

"We could just tell them you got scared of the storm, like we used to."

"Yeah, if we were about 10 years younger that might work. The innocence lies with the youth." George said, smiling sadly. "Ah, the joy of being innocent."

At this, Fred began to huff a little.

"But Bill and Charlie always got away with it!"

"Yeah, but they were more easy to believe, they didn't go around jinxing peoples things or turning stuffed teddy bears into man eating spiders."

They both laughed at that, recalling the event that lead to Ron's horrible dislike of spiders.

"Ah, that was an excellent bit." Said Fred laughing.

"It most undeniably was."

They laughed a bit more before sighing and sinking back into bed listening to the rain pattering against the window. The thunder had ceased and it was only a matter of time before the storm all together dissipated.

"You know," said George, rolling onto his side so he could get a better look at Fred, who copied this action. "Maybe one night wouldn't be so bad. You know…just to calm the nerves before the new term?"

"Perfectly reasonable" replied Fred, his face lifting as he happily moved to the side to allow George some more room in the bed.

George sat up and got out of bed, making his way to Fred's. He slid in underneath Fred's bedspread and allowed Fred to drape an arm around him and burry his face into George's neck. George smiled and looked out the window where the storm was falling apart and little bits of the early morning sun could be seen.

Almost instantly a song from one of his father's favorite Muggle bands (they were called the Beatles or something silly along those sorts) popped into his head, making him smile.

'Here comes the sun, doo do doo do, here comes the sun and I say, it's alright.'

-O-o-O-

End Chapter 1

GW: Well, that was chapter one for you. It'll get more exciting as they get to Hogwarts, I promise. This is my first really 'mature' fic (ignore that Oscar x Boyd one) It's also the first non-anime related story I've ever written, so I hope it's enjoyable enough for you all to read and keep reading. I lurvs the twins lol. They're my second favorite twincest couple, failing to be first only to the other mischievous red headed twins from Ouran High School Host Club, Hikaru and Kaoru.

Hikaru and Kaoru: At your service!

GW: Yes, well, please let me know how I'm doing and let me know of anything I can do to make this story better for you. Danke!