Here's chapter two! I hope you all enjoy and tell me what you think!

George's POV

I can't believe it.

I can't believe Fred found my journal and read it. Now he actually knows how I feel. How did this even happen? Didn't I throw the journal back into the drawer? Then again, I didn't look to see if it had actually been dropped in the right spot. Maybe I dropped it on the floor instead of actually in the secret drawer.

Well shit. This is it.

Fred is standing in front of me at this very moment, just staring at me like I'm some kind of monster.

Oh Christ, he still has the journal in his hand, too. Why can't he just put the bloody thing down?

I groan and put my head in my hands. I can't take the staring anymore.

There's silence for a while, then I feel an arm wrap around me. I lift my head and see Fred sitting next to me, journal still in his right hand, left arm around me.

He looks at me, a look of concern on his face. "You wanna tell me about this?" he asks me, flicking his eyes towards the journal and then back to me.

My lips begin to quiver and I can feel myself on the verge of tears. Fred looks at me, his blue eyes widening, and he drops the journal.

He puts both arms around me now, fully embracing me, "Oh, Georgie, don't cry," he says, lifting a hand and running it through my hair.

At the sound of his soothing voice, I break down. I begin crying uncontrollably into his shoulder. He gently runs his fingers through my hair and shushes me.

"Calm down, Georgie, it will all be okay." He assures me.

I get myself together enough to lift my head and look up at him, "Why are you being so nice?" I say in between sharp gasps of air, "Don't you think I'm disgusting?"

Fred rolls his eyes, confusing me even more. Why is he being so calm about the whole thing? Shouldn't he be shunning me right about now? Kicking me out and telling me never to come back; that I'm not his brother anymore?

But here he was, hugging me and soothing me, telling me everything is going to be okay.

Fred gives me a small smile, "Come on, George, what did you think would happen if I ever found out? That I would kick you out and tell you that you weren't my brother anymore or something?" he asks me. I blush softly; sometimes it's scary how much we think alike.

I take in a deep breath of air and try to retain the tears that are still escaping from my eyes. Fred lifts a hand and wipes away the tears that are running down my cheeks, then looks at me sternly yet softly, "Come on, just tell me what's going on. I want to know everything."

I take a few deep breaths before I can talk normally. And then, I'm suddenly pouring out everything to him.

Fred's POV

I sit with one arm around George as he tells me everything about his feelings.

He tells me that in our fifth year at Hogwarts, he started feeling different for me. He started to love and, as he accidently lets out, wants me, in a different way than a brother should.

He tells me that he got the journal to release his feelings. Every day and night, he felt like he was going to explode with the feelings he was hiding. He tells me he felt, and still feels, like he is some kind of sicko for feeling the way he does.

I listen patiently, nodding my head to show him that I really am listening.

And then finally, he's done.

I take a deep breath, taking everything in. It is quite a shocker to find out your brother is in love with you.

"George," I say, pushing a piece of hair away from his swollen eyes, still red from crying, "I want you to know that there is nothing in this world that will ever split us apart. Without you, I would be nothing! I'm definitely not going to let something like this come between us." I practically shout at him. I can feel him flinch under me. "Can I ask you something?" I ask.

George nods slowly, his eyes averted from mine. It breaks my heart.

"You say that you started having these…feelings back in our fifth year, right?" I ask and he nods again, "So really, the only thing different is that I know!" I say pointedly.

George lifts his eyes and looks into mine, "What?" he whispers.

"What I'm trying to say is that you've had these feelings for me all these years and it hasn't affected us in any way yet. So why let it now? Who gives a shit that I know? Hell, it's me we're talking about! To tell you the truth," I smirk at him, "I always thought Ron had a little man crush on me for the longest time! I'm a little relieved it's you instead of that bloody idiot!"

I see a brief glint in George's eyes that is soon gone. Still, it's something.

"So you really don't care?" he asks, still looking me in the eyes.

I study him. His face his blotchy from the tears and his lip is quivering. I can tell that he is breathing heavily. And this sadness...well it's all because of me, and I can't take that.

I make sure to look sternly into his eyes, grabbing his chin so that he doesn't look away, "Of course not, Georgie." I whisper. I see his lip quiver so I pull him into another hug. He drops his head onto my shoulder and I can feel him begin to cry once more.

I rub his back, "But there's something else I want you to know." I say, what I'm about to say next becoming stuck in my throat. I clear my throat and begin again, "I want you to know that I love you, but not like you love me."

I hear a sob come from George and feel his nails digging into my shoulder, "We're brothers. That's what I see you as, a brother. You're my twin! You know everything about me and I know…well I thought I did…everything about you. We have something no one else will ever have. You're special to me, Georgie, but not in the same way I am to you."

I wait patiently, praying that George doesn't completely freak out. I don't want to break his heart.

After a few moments, George lifts his head. His eyes are poofy, but there are no longer tears falling out of them. He nods his head, "I understand, Fred." He smirks a little, "I guess if you think about it, things turned out a lot better than I thought they would."

I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe George will be able to get through this.

George's POV

So the hard part was over. Fred hadn't rejected me in the way I thought he would after all. I had to admit, it did hurt when he said he didn't care that I was in love with him. I know what he meant, but I guess I kind of took it as him saying he would never feel the same way towards me.

After a little more hugging, Fred and I stand up and I walk him to the door.

"Thanks, Fred." I say. He turns around and looks at me, his hand resting on the doorknob, "Thanks for understanding." I finish, my eyes looking at the floor.

Fred smiles, "Hey, don't thank me." He says, "I'd be a horrible person if I didn't understand."

Yet again, Fred brings a smile to my face despite the situation.

Fred's POV

George smiles, his eyes looking down at the ground.

My hand is resting on the doorknob and I begin to turn it.

I laugh inwardly. I have to admit, after I read that page in George's journal about being in love with me, I had become a little intrigued by the whole idea.

I open the door and step out. Before I close the door, I take one more glance at George.

He's standing there, auburn hair messy from sleep and a small, almost invisible, lopsided smile on his face.

I smile. I must admit, he looks really cute when he's all vulnerable like that.

Wait…what?

To be continued.

Woah woah woah, what did Fred just think? Well, I certainly hope you stick around to find out what happens next to see just what will happen! Tell me what you think! :)