Another FredxGeorge fic I wrote. I was on the phone with my friend, so I'm sorry for any typos. Also, it's a bit short.
Once again, if you don't like, don't read. Flamers have no lives. Good reviews will be graciously excepted .
It's a little... weird. But go for it.
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How can people judge us? They tell us that this is wrong, when we've known it to be right for all our lives. They look at us with eyes full of loathing and disgust. Their judgment pelts us like stones. How can being this madly in love be a crime? A sin, even.
When those sneering eyes full of horror had caught us this morning I knew it would be bad, but I never would had thought of this . The whole day just feels like some wicked, disgusting nightmare. But maybe that's because I wish to wake up from it.
Just hours ago my lover and I had been kissing passionately in an empty broom closet. Lips on lips, tongue on tongue, bare chest pressed close to bare chest. Our hands explored each other's bodies, our shirts were crumpled on the floor, kicked aside and long forgotten.
It was pure bliss. That is, until the closet door was pushed open and we turned to see the face of Draco Malfoy, contorted into a look of pure horror. A horror that soon melted into an evil smirk. "Weasleys!" With that small word he had turned and left of there, panic-stricken about what would happen next.
We were frightened for good reason. Within the hour it seemed as though everyone knew of Malfoy's discovery. Every class we went to we only saw faces glaring back. No one would talk to us, not even our own brother. It was the worst experience of my 17-year-old life.
And now here I sat, reflecting on the day. My lover laid in my arms, having cried himself to sleep. I ran my fingers through his hair and planted him a kiss on the forehead.
He stirred and opened his perfect blue eyes. "Fred?" he groaned.
"Yes George?" I whispered, voice hoarse. I leaned in close to hear him better.
"It'll all be okay, right?"
I paused a second, just looking as his perfect features so like my own, "Of course it will be okay, as long as we have each other. I love you, Forge."
He smiled up at me, eyes still full of sleep. "Good. I love you too, Gred." With that he laid his head at rest and fell back into his peaceful slumber. I stayed still, just watching him sleep. The way his chest moved up and down rhythmically, the way his lips were parted just slightly, he looked so sweet and cute. My heart beat faster in my chest, the words I had spoken replayed in my head. As long as we have each other… it will be okay.
Now I only had to convince myself.
