Defying Gravity

George and Fred Weasley have been best mates for as long as they could remember...maybe more. However, when fate separates the two twins, Fred is determined to get him back, no matter what the costs.

And this is my first time writing a fanfic! Oh dear... Please forgive me for occasional moments of cheesiness...

Rated K+, but it'll probably change soon.

WARNING! Slash! Incest! Flamers, stay back!

Here I go!

George woke up with a start, crashing his head on the ceiling of his bunk.

"Bloody hell. Great way to start the morning."

Rubbing a forming bump on his forehead, he dragged himself out of bed, stumbling into the restroom. He grasped the faucet handle and relieved himself with the feel of cold water on his hair. A few seconds later, a loud thud resounded from the bedroom, accompanied with a wide variety of swears. Fred limped into the restroom, clearly hurt from the fall. His eyes followed

"George, you bozo. Hit your head again on the bloody bunk?"

George whisked around to see his twin smirking at him, eyeing the bump on his head. Scoffing, George protested against his clumsiness.

"You're the one who fell off the ladder aren't you? Must've hurt, and proves that you're the bozo, not me."

Smirking, Fred playfully knocked his brother over into the tub, and sprinted out the door, laughing uncontrollably. George hoisted himself up and chased after his twin, dripping with the soapy water at the bottom.

"FRED!"

He was halfway down the stairs until his furious (not to mention soggy) twin arrived at the front of the stairs. Fred spun around to run down the rest of the stairs until George jumped down and tackled him. A tangle of freckled limbs and red hair, they tumbled down the stairs, grunting and snickering in between. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, George yelped in pain as an unpleasant snap resounded in the room.

"Georgie? You okay mate?"

Fred untangled himself and laid his brother's head on his lap. Fred looked down in concern at his twin, noticing that the flesh around his ankle was purpling and swelling, not to mention out of shape.

"Merlin..We have to get you fixed!"

George's eyes fluttered open, and he groaned audibly as he began to feel the swelling.

"Mum and Dad aren't here, they went to that convention. Ron's with 'Mione and Harry on that trip or whatsoever. And Ginny-"

"-is busy snogging her boyfriend at his house."

Both gingers laughed silently at their habit, which had dated back to years ago. Back then, and even now, they had constantly annoyed their family by finishing each other's sentences. As if they'd been connected through their minds. Fred shook the memories away and hoisted his brother up, bridal style. George turned visibly red, and began squirming in his brother's arms.

"Fred? This is embarrassing! I'll be fine, let me down!"

"Nope, not letting you down. No one should be able to walk with that injury, even the best Muggle athletes."

Fred climbed the stairs once again, only with his twin in his arms.