Okie this is the Second chapter since alot of people requested it.
The Glass Rose

"Harry, are you ready yet?" Ron's voice bellowed from the common room causing Harry to drop his gift. The minute the rose hit the floor, it shattered into many little glass pieces. Harry re-examined the note; the handwriting was so neat, and he had seen Fred's penmanship before, messy beyond belief. He looked down at the shards of glass that were now glowing brightly at his feet. Each piece was floating above the floor, until they all conjoined to become that soft delicate rose once more.

Its no longer glass, it's a real rose He thought to himself as he picked up the rose and turned his attention back to the note. It could have been written with a spell, since the rose is obviously charmed, it wouldn't be a surprise He stuffed the rose and note into his drawer. If anyone say this I would get the hazing of a life time He put on his shoes and turned around towards the door when he saw him. Fred Weasley, more radiant than ever, was standing in front of him smiling softly; he was sure it was Fred, because he saw the scar on his arm that George gave him when they were kids.

"Harry, did you like the rose?" Fred smiled softly and Harry blushed.

"Yea I loved it, I don't know what to say." Harry lowered his head.

"Say you love me Harry Potter!" Harry stood in shock of what Fred had just said that isn't something Fred would say, that's not him. It must be George Harry thought and looked at the scar once more. It wasn't the same scar; Fred's wasn't as noticeable for time had faded it.

"George, get out." Harry said bluntly and shoved him out the door.

"How did you know it was me?" George laughed. "By the way, nice acting Potter." Harry was alone once more standing in front of his bed. He sighed and put on his sweater. He turned around the same way he did before, hoping he would see Fred instead of George, but no one was there. He made his way down stairs to the common room to meet the youngest Weasley boy, only to find that Ron wasn't there. He sighed again and made his way to the great hall. Suddenly two hands came out of the broom closet, grabbed onto his shirt collar and yanked him inside. Harry tried to scream but a hand was grasping over his mouth and he heard someone say 'shhh.' He turned to face this person and smiled immediately when his eyes met with Fred's.

"Let me see your hand." Harry said not wanting to take another chance. He looked at the scar, it really was Fred this time.

"Harry, I had to tell George, he forced it out of me, I'm so sorry." Fred begged for Harry's forgiveness not knowing that he already got it, "And that rose was from me, not George." Harry's sexual instincts took over and he attacked Fred's Mouth. Their kisses grew more passionate by the second, but Harry pulled away quickly, not to far though. Their lips were only a hair away.

"Fred, I love you." Harry said softly and gave him a few gentle kisses.

"I do too." They spent the rest of breakfast in that broom closet, having cream without the coffee.