My first ever fanfic. I thought of writing a FredxGeorge romance with some angsty stuff, so, here you go.
English is not my first language so please forgive me for the mistakes bound to be there in my fic. Please feel free to point them out. :)
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter...in my dreams.
Fred and George had so much in common. They shared the same birthday, same parents, same blood, same looks (Well, Fred had to admit that George was a bit leaner than him, and had curvier lips than him), same interests; hell, they even shared the same bed even though they had separate beds. He would creep up to George's bed at night and then slink back to his own bed at the crack of dawn before other's would be up, because anyone would think they were nuts and laugh at them if they'd find that they cannot stay away from each other even while they're asleep.
But the fact was that they simply couldn't. They had grown so accustomed to cuddling up and requiring each others' warmth, to listen to the other's quiet breathing and steady heartbeat, which was a sweet lullaby to them, that they simply couldn't sleep without it. It felt like sleeping on a hard floor in a barren, empty, cold place, if they did not have each other by their side.
Besides, George always had nightmares of Fred's death, how he would feel broken and alone and empty without him, how it felt as though half his soul was ripped off from him, and he would cry like a small child, hugging him desperately and sobbing into his neck, and Fred would gently stroke his twin's hair and assure him that he is alive and breathing, and right beside him.
Even though they had much in common, there were things different between them which others never noticed. Fred was the assertive one between them, always the one to initiate things, to act rash, while George was the one who thought things through, contemplated, and sometimes knocked some sense into Fred when he gets a bit out of hand. Fred came up with plans and ideas, while George supported and cheered and stood by him.
When they were young, they were scrawny, pale, freckled, ginger haired boys, identical to the last freckle, grinning simultaneously at something or completing each others' thoughts in a rapid fire, always curious to find how others would react if they might irritate them. They always found their reactions funny.
Nothing made them laugh and enjoy more than bringing out a startled jump and a loud yelp from dad when they tickled his ear with a quill while he dozed off on the rocking chair, or hiding behind a wall stretching out their legs waiting for the moment when Percy would come marching with his nose high in the air, only to trip on their outstretched legs and smash that nose on the floor, or to frighten their little brother Ron by rolling up their eyelids so it seemed like they had their eyes gouged out and walk towards him with their hands outstretched and guffaw creepily like zombies, or pull little Ginny's ponytail which made her whimper and whine "Mommy!"
Best person to irritate was their mum. They would sneak up into the kitchen, while she'd be busy hurling platters to their racks or ordering potatoes to peel themselves, and steal sausages behind her back, just to make her notice their doing and shriek in anger. They would laugh in her face while she scolded them, and complete each others' speech, sounding as if they were one soul in two bodies. "Oh mum,"
"Have you seen,"
"A tomato,"
"If not,"
"Please look in the mirror,"
"Right now!"
And before she could hex them, they would bolt, with peals of laughter.
It was pure bliss when they were together. They were literally one soul in two bodies. Each's thoughts were the facsimile of the other just like their appearance. Everything in the world seemed to be alright when they were together. They knew just what to do to make each other happy, to make each other feel complete. Time seemed to fly when they were together, each moment spent doing one playful prank after another, laughter followed by more cheery laughter. Time seemed to dissolve when they sat under the tree, catching their breath after laughing hard, only to look at each other's faces and burst out laughing again.
They were not bothered by having to share everything with each other. They in fact loved it. It closed the distance between them even more.
Each cannot remember having spent a moment without the other. They ate, slept, talked, studied, pulled off pranks, laughed together.
They shared their dreams together, building castles in the air while dreamily staring off into the inky black night sky scattered with twinkling stars, sitting on their bed, nestled contentedly in each other's arms, each breathing in the other's sweet scent and comforted by the other's warmth.
"Georgie...maybe we could open a joke shop one day...people seem to be in horrible need of a few laughs these miserable days.."
"Yeah...something must take their minds off that evil git...else everyone might go bonkers and end up turning retarded like him..."
"And we'd be the only one's remaining sane..."
"Yeah...how can anyone get as lucky as us...?"
"You're lucky because you have me..."
"You're a pain in the ass ..." George grinned, earning a soft jab on his ribs from his twin lying entwined in his arms.
They were lost in their own world when they would be scribbling notes and discussing plans to make fake wands and trick sweets, when they would try enchanting holly and birch twigs which would explode on their faces, covering their faces in soot, and then laugh and wipe each others' faces. Time seemed to be enchanted instead of the twigs. Their minds working together, thinking up bizarre and hilarious ideas, and laughing their heads off imagining them happen, clinging on to each other as they laughed.
They would wander off into the deep woods behind their house, for a bit of alone-time, to dream about the things they would do in future. Fred would sit under the shady oak tree, while George would rest his head on his lap, staring up at the clear blue summer sky dappled with thick leaves on branches twisting and coiling around one another. Time seemed to be ethereal, with them whispering softly about how they would sell their tricks and earn some money, building more castles in the air.
"Georgie...maybe we could buy a house one day with all those money..."
"Mhm...Perched on a hilltop..."
"Overlooking a vast meadow..."
"Surrounded by violet hills..."
"Far away from everyone..."
"We'd enchant the trees around to sing softly..."
"And also the bed to kick you out of it in the morning..." Fred grinned, and George reached out to yank his twin's ginger hair playfully. Fred was pulled down, his face inches away from his twin...his beautiful, angelic twin. But he did not feel strange, not at all. He only had innocent brotherly love for his twin back then, nothing more.
Somewhere along the way, though Fred could never understand when or where or how for the life of him, they realized that all they need is each other. They did not need anyone else to satisfy them, to make them happy. Each was complete with the other.
Please R&R!