DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognise belongs to JK Rowling. I just enjoy messing with them lots and lots.

A/N: This'll be the first of many an update over the next few days. Excuse the end of it. I've been rottenly ill. Badness abounds when you chuck up in the back of the car.

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-George-

"I love you, Katie."

It sounds too pathetic. Standing on her bedroom floor, entwined with her, my arms wrapped around her, my fingers gently messing with her hair as she buried herself closer to me, as she leaned into my arms and sniffed, clutching at my t-shirt.

"George?" I felt the light smack on my chest, but decided to ignore it. "Help, please-" Her voice was shrill, screaming almost, and she sounded as though she couldn't breathe.

My eyes flickered open immediately, the dream gone, and in the darkness, I could see that her hands had come up and out, her left laid lightly across my chest, her right hand clutched to her own chest, scratching at her own skin as though there was a necklace there that she couldn't get off.

"Save me-" She was whimpering, and she sounded as though she was choking, unable to breathe. My lips whispered her name, trying to break her free from the nightmare.

"Katie?" my fingers traced the curve of her cheek, "Katie, can you hear me?" Her head thrashed to the side and she let out a choking cough, her hand dropping from my chest and pulling at her throat again. "Sweetheart-" I leaned over her and tried to whisper into her ear. Big mistake. She threw her hand up and smacked me in the face. I gripped her wrists and pulled them from her neck. "Katie." I said softly, "Wake up."

Her whimpers slowed and her breathing calmed, as I drew small circles in her palms with my fingertips. She rolled over onto her side, away from me, to the edge of the bed, and threw up without opening her eyes. Within a second, I had cleared it with my wand, and she was lying on her side at the edge of her bed, looking at the wall.

"I'm sorry, George." She looked over at me, her face pale and drawn looking, and I tilted my head. Shakily, she sat up and got to her feet. "I'm so, so, sorry." I sat up in the bed and looked at her, confused.

"What's wrong? You've got nothing to- Katie, this isn't your fault. It was a nightmare-" Her lips curved into a smile, but it wasn't happy. I could see, in that moment, the self-deprecation in her eyes. She thought she was pathetic; she was weak, for having nightmares.

"These… these are more… reliving that… that time, George."

"That time?" St. Mungo's.

"I can't move properly, George. You'll never see it, but every movement is pain." I'm sure my mouth dropped open at some point there, "I feel useless, and I feel broken, and I feel incomplete. My fucking life is over because of that little blonde shit that… just…" She let out a frustrated sigh, and I went to get up and hold her. She shook her head and collapsed back to the bed, whimpering slightly. "George, do you want to know something?"

"Is it a secret?" I laughed and she mimicked me sarcastically, then-

"A fucking secret? George, it's the meaning of my bloody existence." She covered her face with her hands and groaned, "George, you know since I've got out of St. Mungo's I've been so… touchy-feely with you?" I looked at her.

"We've always been like this-" But then I remember, the arms around my body, her climbing into my bed in the middle of the night, appearing out of nowhere, suddenly being at the flat above the shop… her fingers intertwined with mine as I listened to her, and she let out a soft sigh.

"You take away the pain." She cut through my thoughts with those five words.

"What?"

"Touching you passes… that spark through my body, it makes me feel alive, George. I forget every pain I feel, and I'm just in that moment, with you." I feel my eyebrows jump up into my hair. "You think I'm a lunatic, don't you?"

"No." I said, certain that I didn't think she was crazy. "No. I get what you mean. That that spark offers you something… something healing." She breathed in and out lightly, I watched her lips part as she licked them, her eyes scrunching up as though the pain across her body was too much, and she twisted to look at me. "Where do you hurt?" I asked her softly. She shook her head and leaned back on her elbow. "Katie, you don't have to… pretend to be alright." I reached my hand out to run down the side of her body, "You've been alone, fighting this pain for eight months. I'm never going to leave you. I'll make sure you're not going to be alone." She bit her bottom lip as a tear dropped from the corner of her eye, and I caught it with my finger.

"George-"

"Where are you in pain?" I asked softly, sure that she wouldn't argue. She took my hand and laid it against the joint of her hip. Then, as her leg relaxed, she moved my hand across her body, across her arms, across her stomach, her back, so I could feel every inch of her.

My hand moved then, almost of its own accord, sliding around her body, lying flat across her stomach, and gently moving in circles as I leaned over and pushed my lips against her bare shoulder. I moved my lips and reached down to bend her leg. She groaned in pain and tried to push me away.

"Forget the pain, and focus on my lips." she let her head drop back against the pillow and gasped as I moved my lips to her neck. "I can make you forget every nightmare," She squeaked as I gently twisted her hips - her bottom-half hurt more than the rest of her, so I figured mobilising her there would help.

"George-"

"Don't think about it. Love who you are, Katie." My hand returned to her cheek, tilted her head towards me. "Like I love you."

I saw the surprise in her eyes when I said the words, her lips parted in a silent gasp and she stretched towards me.

"Kiss me-" She whispered, "Make me remember… exactly who I am." in a heartbeat, I had pulled her upright, we were sitting, entwined with each other, my hands, one around her waist, one pulling her closer, her hands in my hair, clinging onto me as though I was her saviour, but her destruction as well. She smiled against my lips as I let my tongue run over her bottom lip, she groaned as she opened her mouth slightly, I found my way in and she belonged to me in that moment. We would be perfect, I knew.

We could fix each other. We wouldn't need anyone else. We had each other, and that was all we needed.

-.- Fred -.-

I was starting to get worried at about two in the morning - George should have contacted me by now, I was sure he would have, I mean, I know he could look after himself, but… I worried for him.

Then I felt it. That slight feeling in my chest that told me something good was happening to my twin. It was one of those strange things, like the feeling psychic people get when they know things are going on, but… it was a nice, lovely feeling, something that made me feel complete, even if it was just for those moments where I was sitting on my bed, staring into space, feeling something I never quite understood before.

"Fred!" There was a knock at the door and I extinguished my wand within a second, throwing myself down onto the mattress and pretending to sleep. "Fred." I opened my eyes and looked at Ginny; she was standing at the end of my bed, arms folded and hair in a bun.

"What do you want?" I groaned.

"Where is he?" I rolled my eyes.

"Elsewhere." I yawned pointedly and turned over. Ginny got up and stood on my bed.

"I'll start jumping."

"You're immature as fuck." I grunted and sat up.

"Yes, but it did get me what I wanted, didn't it?"

"He's with…" I leaned forward and whispered it to her. She didn't look too happy, but she nodded. "You know she'll look after him-"

"She's the… he's… I just-"

"She loves him." I whispered, "So much." She looked at me and frowned slightly, "and he would do anything for her." Ginny nodded and left, lingering at the door for a few seconds.

"Fred?" She looked over at me, and I nodded. "Is this what love is?" I frowned in the darkness, wondering what she meant, "The desperation to see someone, breaking the rules to be with them…" She smiled at me, "Is this it?"

"Yes." I nodded, "I think it is." Her lips pursed for a second and she frowned.

"Night, Fred."

"Gin'." I nodded and threw myself back onto the covers. That happy feeling was gone now. I felt empty and my stomach hurt. I sighed and closed my eyes, wondering exactly what Katie was doing to my dear twin.

-Katie-

His shoulders were tense as I lightly rubbed them, he looked so wound up and hurt.

"Are you alright, George?" I whispered as I leaned against his back, trying to soak up some of the warmth he was radiating. "You seem really-" Suddenly, he's pulled me into his lap and is looking me in the eye, holding me not-so-gently.

"What're the hex marks?" He asks softly, his arm gripping mine tight.

"Sorry?"

"In the kitchen." He said slowly, and I looked up into his eyes. He was genuinely concerned. "Are you alright? Do you…"

"Leanne came to me. She came to see me, a couple of days ago…" He frowned, "It was after you'd gone dark for the breakout." He nodded, but only held me tighter. "She was covered in cuts and bruises, and she didn't know where she could turn to."

"So she came to you?" His voice picked up an edge of fury. "When… you're not-"

"She knew I was part of the Order. She knew I could fight. She needed help, George-"

"I appreciate that, but-"

"Do you want to know what happened or what?" I say finally. We're still sitting in the half-darkness; George has released everything but my hands and was holding them tightly. "I made her a drink, something to calm her down, and all of a sudden, a jet of blue came through the window."

He winced. He knew what blue meant. Blue was not good.

"Smashed it, hit the crockery cabinet." He swallowed and pulled me into his arms. "I didn't have a clue what to do, so I waited, stunned the bloke when he tried to break in."

"Who… was it-" He managed to squeak out.

"Death eater." I said simply, "But not one that high up." I was sure of that. "His name was… Aaron Bletchley… you remember Miles, the Slytherin? I think it was his brother." My fingers reached up to stroke through George's soft hair. He made me feel safe. So safe.

"What happened?" His voice was hard, and if I hadn't curled up against him, tucking my head up under his chin, I think he might have apparated to go and find the bastard.

"I…" I stopped and looked up at him. Did he need to know? If I… "I don't know if I killed him." The worry that had engulfed me totally over the past few days seemed to seep away as I said the words. "I blasted him with all the things I could remember… and he was blasting at me, trashing the kitchen, the house… and then he was on the floor, and Leanne was crying… and I didn't know what to do."

"Where is he?" He growled, as though I would have been dumb enough to leave a Death Eater on my premises. "I'll fucking kill him," He pulled me tight into his arms and held me tight. I didn't realise I was crying until I pulled away and realised his black T-shirt was going darker in patches. "Did he hurt you?" His words were suddenly slow, nervous and furious at the same time.

"No." I breathed. "He missed. I was too quick." George smiled down at me, and then pulled me up into a deep, long kiss.

"You're brilliant."

"George-" I smiled, but he had to know.

"I love you-"

"I was scared. I thought I'd never see you again-"

"I-" He stopped. "Sorry?"

"I thought I was going to die. I could see every spell in front of me, and I thought…" My fingers found his collar and tugged him towards me, trying to convey how I felt about nearly losing him. "Merlin, George…" His hands slid up the back of my shirt and I growled at him, "I thought…"

"I know." He nipped at my neck gently and I melted. I could do it, right here. I could die and I'd be happy. My lips curved into a grin and he smiled at me. "But you're not going to be without me ever again."

I smiled for a long second and his fingers slid along my arm, stroking my skin gently. Then, all of a sudden, and in the most heart-wrenching of ways, he froze.

"Katie." I looked at him; his eyes were bright with fear. "You can't come to the wedding."

"Excuse me?" I was heartbroken almost immediately. "But-"

"No, Katie, it's not safe. What if Scrimegour turns up… or they find out?" His eyebrows raised again and I sighed. "No, Katie, it's not-"

"George… can't I share it with you?" he went to shake his head, then stopped and bit his lip.

"I don't want to see you hurt-" He said, and I snapped.

"Me?! You don't want to see me hurt? Jesus, George, do you know why it took so long for Mad-Eye to tell you it was you going on the Breakout?"

"He sai-"

"I contested it!" I shrieked, "I wanted you to stay at home and look after this place! I wanted to put my name forward, I wanted to go, and I wanted to risk my life for our stupid Seeker because you never told me, and he never said, but I know he gave you the money for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and I know you didn't know how to thank him-"

"Katie-"

"Don't you fucking Katie me!" He gripped my hand and pulled me flush against him. "I'm furious because you think I'm a stupid, breakable, little toy, and Merlin, I know I'm not."

All of a sudden, we were on our feet and he was slamming me up against the wall, his fingers winding through my hair, his other hand pulling my leg up around his hip, his lips crushing mine. My feet left the floor and I locked my legs around him, my head falling back as he moved his lips down to my collarbone.

"I don't think you're breakable." He growled into my ear as he pulled me into another kiss. "I think you're gorgeous." He stalked towards me, I took a step back, he did it again, and I stumbled back until I fell onto the duvet, crawling backwards as he stalked me like I was his prey. "I want to have you, and keep you," He pushed me back down to the mattress and pushed his lips to mine again, this time the kiss was of ownership - I owned him, but he would always own me. He could use me, and I would use him exactly the same way. We knew exactly what we needed, what we wanted…

He pulled away and bit gently at the space between my neck and my collarbone, then, as I groaned my assent, he bit harder, marking me.

"I want to have you," I repeated, grinning as I pushed him away, mirrored his movements.

"I want to keep you." He murmured back to me.

"And I will never-"

"Ever-"

"Consider-"

"Letting you go."

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A/N. Ah-ha. There's another chapter to this - quite obviously, because I'm not leaving it there. I hope you like this one. I want at least 5 reviews for this chapter - to equal the last one.

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