A/n: I did this itsy-bitsy little story up just because I'm so fond of
slash, and I had nothing better to do. This is slash, warning, this is
slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own any kind of Harry Potter-related intellectual property, but I do own the hand soap.
"You're getting Transfiguration help AGAIN?" Fred hollered across the dorm room. "But that's your best class!"
"I know, I know," George sighed. "Recently, though, my mind's been a complete blank. I just need someone to refresh me."
This conversation was occurring in the Gryffindor boys' dorm on a cold winter's day with the snow falling lightly outside and turning the ground into a quilt of angelic white. George and Fred were seated on George's bed, which had not been made in years and was now strewn with bits of parchment, some containing writing and some not.
"But I can help! Why keep running off to someone else? Ask McGonagall!" Fred fell back against the velvet maroon sheets and sighed deeply.
"Sometimes you can be such a prat, Fred. Why do you care where I get school help? As long as I pass it shouldn't matter," George snipped.
"Whatever happened to the time we used to spend together? Do you even remember my name?"
"I just said it." George stood up and snapped his bag shut. "Now, if you'll excuse me, /Fred/, I'll be back in a couple of hours."
The chilly draft passing through the Gryffindor corridors entered the dorm room as soon as George opened the door. He strode past it with a sense of purpose and slammed it shut before Fred could retort.
"Be that way, arse!" Fred called to the slammed door.
George wandered through the hallways, taking the rather scenic route to the library for his arrangement. While wandering, he recalled all the times before he had gone for "school help". He hated lying to his brother, his twin no less, but this was something he felt had to be kept under wraps. What would people say if they knew? /I'm sure Malfoy wouldn't think any less of the family name/, he snorted. He passed people he knew and nodded to all of them as he walked past, going somewhere and nowhere at the same time.
Occasionally it had crossed his mind that what he was doing was wrong; namely, being involved with another male. It had never bothered him much due to having an uncle who was homosexual, but he was a bit concerned of what others would say, think, do, when they found out, which George was convinced they would. His love overcame all his fears and this idea brought a smile to his lips as he came upon the library.
Madam Pince nodded and smiled knowingly as he crossed the stone floor to a small rickety table in the back near the restricted section. The object of his desire glanced up by chance and a wide grin covered his broad face as George took a seat on his left. "Couldn't get enough of me, eh George?"
George smiled playfully and drew closer. "You know I couldn't."
He wanted to swim in his lover's features. He savored the red hair, the beautiful azure eyes, the gentle and peaceful smile played across his lips. He leaned closer, close enough to feel the other man's breath on his cheek.
"I love you, Percy."
"I love you too, George."
Disclaimer: I don't own any kind of Harry Potter-related intellectual property, but I do own the hand soap.
"You're getting Transfiguration help AGAIN?" Fred hollered across the dorm room. "But that's your best class!"
"I know, I know," George sighed. "Recently, though, my mind's been a complete blank. I just need someone to refresh me."
This conversation was occurring in the Gryffindor boys' dorm on a cold winter's day with the snow falling lightly outside and turning the ground into a quilt of angelic white. George and Fred were seated on George's bed, which had not been made in years and was now strewn with bits of parchment, some containing writing and some not.
"But I can help! Why keep running off to someone else? Ask McGonagall!" Fred fell back against the velvet maroon sheets and sighed deeply.
"Sometimes you can be such a prat, Fred. Why do you care where I get school help? As long as I pass it shouldn't matter," George snipped.
"Whatever happened to the time we used to spend together? Do you even remember my name?"
"I just said it." George stood up and snapped his bag shut. "Now, if you'll excuse me, /Fred/, I'll be back in a couple of hours."
The chilly draft passing through the Gryffindor corridors entered the dorm room as soon as George opened the door. He strode past it with a sense of purpose and slammed it shut before Fred could retort.
"Be that way, arse!" Fred called to the slammed door.
George wandered through the hallways, taking the rather scenic route to the library for his arrangement. While wandering, he recalled all the times before he had gone for "school help". He hated lying to his brother, his twin no less, but this was something he felt had to be kept under wraps. What would people say if they knew? /I'm sure Malfoy wouldn't think any less of the family name/, he snorted. He passed people he knew and nodded to all of them as he walked past, going somewhere and nowhere at the same time.
Occasionally it had crossed his mind that what he was doing was wrong; namely, being involved with another male. It had never bothered him much due to having an uncle who was homosexual, but he was a bit concerned of what others would say, think, do, when they found out, which George was convinced they would. His love overcame all his fears and this idea brought a smile to his lips as he came upon the library.
Madam Pince nodded and smiled knowingly as he crossed the stone floor to a small rickety table in the back near the restricted section. The object of his desire glanced up by chance and a wide grin covered his broad face as George took a seat on his left. "Couldn't get enough of me, eh George?"
George smiled playfully and drew closer. "You know I couldn't."
He wanted to swim in his lover's features. He savored the red hair, the beautiful azure eyes, the gentle and peaceful smile played across his lips. He leaned closer, close enough to feel the other man's breath on his cheek.
"I love you, Percy."
"I love you too, George."