CH.2

" Hey, Wake up sleepy head."

Fred tried to ignore the voice, he wasn't sleeping. He just didn't want to wake up and see Lee. Maybe if he feigned sleep long enough Lee would go away. Fred barely opened his eyelid, nope still there. He knew he couldn't pretend forever, but he really dreaded waking up right now.

"Come on, Fred, get up. Today's your birthday. I want to make this day extra special."

Lee whispered, in an attempt to sound sexy and desirable. He hated to tell him it wasn't working and just sounded...wrong. He felt Lee's fingers travel along is bare thigh, and shivered, no, not in pleasure. He didn't feel satisfaction were Lee was concerned, only a vague sense of discomfort. Having sex with Lee was like having sex with a garden gnome, short, boring and disgusting. Lee's hand was inching closer to his non-existent erection, time to end this now. Fred stretched languidly, turning his body away from Lee's touch. He yawned loudly, trying to add to the act of waking up.

"Morning, babe."

Lee said smiling. Inwardly, Fred blanched. It wasn't that Lee was unattractive, he wasn't. Fred just found him repulsive. He forced an answering grin.

" Morning Lee. Sleep well?"

" You know I do as long as your next to me. Happy Birthday."

Lee leaned in for a kiss, puckering his thin lips. Fred eyed his mouth warily, he could not handle this right now. He needed to escape. Fred pressed against Lee, then pulling back, fell off the bed. Wincing when his side hit the night stand. Effective yet painful. Lee's face appeared over the edge of the bed, worry etched across his face.

"Baby! Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

Now that I'm away from you I am, Fred added silently. Thankfully he wasn't bruised all

too bad, the hardwood floors covered in Lee's clothing broke his fall. Another thing Fred hated about Lee, he was a slob. The floor was hidden beneath dirty laundry and scattered papers. His

dresser drawers were flung open, clothes spilling out of them, the top of the dresser barely visible with food crusted plates and cups piled on top of another. Merlin, Lee was a wizard, you'd think

he'd know a cleaning spell or 10.

" Fred?"

Lee was calling him.

" What, oh yea. I'm starving, I think Severus and Harry made breakfast if they haven't destroyed the kitchen."

Fred stood up and brushed himself off. Without looking back Fred bolted, heading down the hallway and dashing through the living room, shut himself inside the kitchen. Merlin, he needed a drink.

" Coffee?"

Fred spun around, startled at the voice. Harry was at the kitchen table his morning coffee in hand.

" Maybe something a little stronger if you have it mate."

Smiling knowingly, Harry handed him a bottle of fire whiskey. Fred sank into the seat next to him, sighing in relief as he felt the liquor work its magic.

" Lee again?"

Fred nodded. Harry shook his head sadly, why those two were together he had no idea. He figured it had something to do with George, but he never broached the subject to Fred. He learned long

ago not to mention the other twin.

" Maybe I could seek Severus on him?"

" I had no idea I was your dog Potter."

The deep voice sounded from the pantry. Harry grinned, and jumped up nearly knocking the table

over. He swung open the pantry and there was Severus. Leaning against the canned food. Harry,

much to Fred's amusement, launched himself at the older man.

" I missed you Sev."

Harry whispered, embracing the older man tightly.

"I've only been gone a few hours Harry."

Severus replied chuckling. Nevertheless, he returned Harry's enthusiastic hug.

''I don't mean to interrupt, but Snape, why were you in my pantry?"

Severus rested his chin on top of Harry's unruly mass of tangles for a moment, then reluctantly released him. He stared at his former student, noting the dark circles under his eyes and the open whiskey bottle in his hand. If someone had told him years ago that he would be worried about a Weasley, Merlin forbid one of the twins, he would have sent them to Voldemort in a picnic basket.

" Dumbledore's idea of a joke. It seems Mr. Weasley, that if one attempts to apparate into this... place, they are immediately sent to the one place the spell was cast at. Now why Dumbledore was in your pantry- Mr. Potter what is so funny."

Harry only laughed harder at Severus' attempt at anger. Fred had to bite down on his lip to keep from joining in.

"Sev, don't get upset, but Dumbledore isn't the one who placed the spell there. It was me."

Severus arched an eyebrow at the babbling ex- Gryffindor. He wasn't mad, but he loved to watch Harry squirm.

"Do tell, Mr. Potter."

Harry's shoulders shook with an effort to control his laughter, Fred tried to smother his mirthful snorts, but it was too much for the younger men. Gleeful peels of laughter echoed throughout the kitchen, as Fred and Harry doubled over nearly sliding onto the floor. Severus gazed at them in amusement, the ends of his lips twitching in an almost smile.

"Gryffindor brats."

Harry stuck his tongue out at his former professor, dodging out of the way as Severus tried to swat at him. The older wizard settled himself beside Fred and conjured a tray of tea and biscuits.

" Mr. Weasley, It is nearly noon. It is far too early for one to be drinking. I know your lack of common sense is attributed to your Gryffindor nature, but one would hope that the years have drilled some knowledge into your empty brain. I hope I am not wrong."

Severus sneered without malice. Fred blushed sheepishly and banished his bottle of Odgen's Fire Whiskey before reaching for a cuppa. Severus smirked in triumph.

" So brat, do not confuse me with that dangerous wolf of yours. Why is Mr. Jordon about to become a Werewolf toy?"

Harry glanced nervously at Fred, the red head was studiously avoiding Severus' eye, intent on burning a whole into the granite floor.

" Sev, Remy is not dangerous, and don't even look at me like that, you were the one who decided to change his fur silver and green. It's not my fault that you had to spend the entire night half naked, being chased around hogsmeade."

Harry grinned cheekily at Severus' glare. Fred shot him a look of relief. The Potions Master noticed but didn't comment further. The three sat at the kitchen table, talking about inconsequential things, wether or not Harry should renew his contract with the Chudley Cannons and if Dumbledore and Minerva will ever get married . There was a betting pool on the latter, around 100 galleons. Soon, much to Harry's dismay, it was time for Severus to head back to school. With a hug from his not quite lover, Severus disapperated from the pantry. Harry banished the tea pot and biscuit crumbs with a flick of his wrist and Fred left early to visit the Patil twins. Padma and Pavarti managed his share of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Thus remained Harry, perfect time for him to put his plan into action.

He snuck into Fred's "room" ,which was actually the storage closet, and after dismantling Fred's time consuming and occasionally nasty wards, he stole inside. Harry made his way to the far corner and carefully picked up the sole picture that decorated the bare room. It had been so long since he had seen his friend this happy, and the way things were progressing Fred never would be again. Now Harry, being who he is, couldn't let this happen. Smiling sadly as photo Fred placed a wet kiss on photo George's cheek, he vowed to change the way his friends life was heading. Replacing the picture, Harry crept out of Fred's room. It was almost 3. He had a friend to met in Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley. Half past 6.

He was late. Three fucking hours late. Now Harry wasn't the most punctual wizard this side of Britain, but even he had the decency to send an owl ahead if he were to be this late. Harry shivered in the mid- November chill, peering up and down the streets of Diagon Alley. When he gets his hand on-

"Hey mate. Sorry I'm late."

Harry spun around, glaring at the robed figure behind him.

" Late? I think that's an understatement George."

Harry growled at the laughing red head before him.

" Sorry Harry."

George embraced the irrate young man, holding on to the man he saw as family tightly. George pulled back, drinking in the sight of Harry from head to toe.

" It's been 5 years."

George whispered, almost to himself. Harry nodded, as if he couldn't believe it himself. The street wasn't well lit, impairing their abilities to make out small details. But each knew that the other had grown in more ways than one. The two young men stood in silence, letting it fill the air between them. Harry grinned at the red-head.

" So George, still in need of a place to stay?"

" Yea, Draco is a prick, mum and Dad still aren't speaking to me and there is no way in bloody hell I'm staying with that ass of a brother of mine, Ron."

Harry sighed, he had hoped Ron would have changed. Deep down he knew that his former best mate wouldn't. But he wished... Ron was the world's worst homophobic. Although Harry figured that the fact his brother was dating the " Malfoy Git" and his mate was with the "Greasy Bastard" didn't help much.

" Ron's a prat. Well my friend, tonight is your lucky night. Casa de la Potter has a vacancy. Your welcome to it."

" Bless your soul Harry Potter bless your soul."

George sang. Harry laughed mentally hoping that George was still going to be in a good mood when he saw his other house mates. He knew Fred would kill him. An icy gust of wind caused Harry's teeth to chatter.

" Well, time to head to your new home. Before we freeze to death out here."

George nodded in agreement and the two walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron to gather George's things.

Another Chapter done. Next: The encounter. After 7 years our two twins meet again. The shit is about to hit the fan folks. I have no idea how this story is going to go. It has a mind of it's own, so if anyone wants to see something specific let me know. Suggestions would be Abso-Bloody- lutely Fantasmic. Thanks.

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