Chapter 2: Jealousy, partly clear

"Not... I-i feel really poorly... I-i want to die and-"

"Don't you dare say that again!" The green haired lifted his chin. "Oh... You are so cute... Oy! Sorry, please, go ahead and tell me."

George was dragged by the cheerful boy to a bench on the shadow and sat by his side rather close, they would touch themselves at the minimum movement. But they just didn't care and stayed like that.

The silence was getting awkward, with the green haired waiting to hear the story that teared the poor cutie in front of him, but receiving no answer. "My name is Albert. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"M-me, G-george..." He stuttered whiping a tear away.

"How old are you?"

"I-i'm seven... A-and you?" He looked straight into the eyes of that cheerful boy. Hazel. A common colour, but with a very special shine, he noticed... A heart in his pupils? George decided he was a very interesting boy.

"I'm ten" The boy took a deep breath. "I received some days ago an owl from Hogwarts saying that I've been chosen to go there. But, it seems as my family is muggle, they know nuts about all of this."

"R-really...?"

"Yup. Sure they know I had something special, maybe the way I change my hair colour, my pupils or even my skin colour, but this was a shock for them" He smile warmly. "It's a pitty we won't be in the same year, cutie..."

"B-but I-i'll join you in just two or three years! And I will write you owls and-" Albert give him a soft peck on his lips. "I'm sorry to say I have to go now. Can you come here tomorrow too, honey?"

"Y-yes..." The younger blushed. "B-but i-it's not because I might have a crush in you or anything! I'm used to play on here!" Albert chuckled.

"Haha, see you tomorrow."

"Sweetie, you're smiling! Have you made a friend?" George flustered, gluping some chicken awkwardly, his face fired red as his hair.

"N-no... W-well... Yes... B-but he isn't at all the most handsome boy I've ever seen! His awesome green haired hair and weird heart shaped pupils hadn't me impressed at all! " George stuttered, closing his eyes strongly, on the edge, which made his mother chuckle and Fred stare at him, following the conversation, his face eaten by angerness.

"What is his name?" Asked Molly happily, stroking his arm.

"He's called Albert. He's attending Hogwarts once September arrives."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah! But he isn't born into any wizard lineage we know, their parents are muggles." Molly smiled gently, picking one of the fried potatoes.

"It is said that muggle-born wizards are usually between the strongest." Fred smacked the table bellow him, making all the crockery tremble and a girlish gasp from Percy.
"What do you think you're doing, Fred?!" Molly scolded on his direction, pointed with her finger, rather confused by such a suspicious behave from her son.

"JUST-STOP-TALKING-ABOUT-AL-GIT." And Fred ran in an incredible speed to the bedroom he shared with George, being stared by everyone there, including little Ginny, who started to cry.

"He is called Albert!" Yelled Ron's high-pitched voice. "And mum says we cannot use git!" This deceived him a tight hug of his mum who just pickes Ginny up, which made him giggle.

Later on that night, George couldn't avoid anymore his slumber and decided it was time to confront Fred before sleeping if needed. Luckily, when he arrived, some snoring came from his bed. His bed?! He peered silently and noticed Fred had been crying.

As it was his bed, he shoved between the blankets and, almost instantly, he was embosomed way too tight by his baby brother, who looked at him wakeful, half-closed eyes.

"I really hope tomorrow you gimme some kind of explanations." And he returned to his cozy sleeping, softening the hard embracing of his cuddle.

George felt someone's finger playing on his face, after he was shaked. He stroked both eyes in a feline motion and looked with a pout at the similar-looking todler in front of him.

"Who is Albert?" George sighed and covered his whole body, head included.

"Leave me alone, I need my beauty sleep!"

"No beauty sleep for you today."

"I feel sleepy! Go play with something! Or your wife! Go play with your cooler-than-me-wife!" George snapped, eager to get back to sleep.

Fred chuckled archly, making his way onto the door.

"Good night, my fair laddie" He turned the knob, receiving a grunt from George, who was now in shut-eye.

George was getting all handsome when he got to see his twin once again. Fred looked silently at him, a slightly fresh parfum being dosed over his neck and back of his ears. He turned to his back when he saw Fred. He nodded and looked down, to find a gorgeus muggle watch he once asked his father for, provided anyone else wanted it. A choker later, he was heading towards the door, drawing rein when he heard a chuckle.

"Oh, look at my brother, looking all handsome and maybe two years older. Looking too baby for him without all that shit?" Teased a voice behind him.

"Nothing of your business." That wrathed Fred, who yelled while he was leaving that everything the latter would do was his business, but now he only had in his mind the anxiety of seeing Albert again.

Albert took a munch at one of the fruit sandwiches he was told to pick up.

"Mmm! Delicious! Were you the chef of this delicatessen, sweetie?"George nodded, a deep red florishing in his whole face. "Haha, you would make a good wife, d' you know that?"

"I-if you asked me to, I w-would be the best wife ever..." George stuttered, looking at another side, eaten by embarrassment. "S-so, your family name was...?"

"Jones, love. Albert Zacharias Jones. But skip the 'Zacharias' there, I hate it." Albert widened his already wide smile and munched his sandwich another time.

That night, after the incident with Fred, his mummy sugested to help making some snack for Albert and him to share together. George found out it was a pretty cool idea and decided to make somefruit sandwiches and now he was very pleased Albert liked them all, even licking his lips enticingly every now and them, when some cream smudged his lips. They finished the contents of the picnic and Albert lied onto the grass.

George blushed when he hunkered his face down and licked the cream resting on Albert's bottom lip. "Y-you, naughty boy..." Albert flustered, placing slowly George over him. "You are nothing but innocent. I wonder how far you are willing to go with me, hun."

"Shut up" George smirked. "I just wanted to taste the cream down your lips."
"So dishonest with yourself..." Albert sighed, messing his red hair between his fingers carelessly, falling both in a comfortable silence, followed by a nap.

They both were awaken by a dog tautening their clothes with his mouth, making George groan, digging his face in Albert's chest.

"Morning, honey. Did you have a good night?" Albert teased with a smirk, raising his head to give George a dovelike kiss on his cheek.

"I'm one of those kind of people that have a bad time waking up."

"Sure thing" Albert chuckled. "May you think about spending this weekend at my house?"

"I dunno... I never did so and mummy may not like it to pieces..."

"Well... Just try, alright? We would have loads of fun there! And I know we just met and stuff, but, I just want to know everything about you"

After some kind of happy boost between George and his mother, who let him go, he began to pack some things in a tiny suitcase, humming happily some kind of song. When he was to grab a pair of briefs, he noticed Fred was staring behind him with a darkened gaze.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"It isn't your business!" Fred looked quite upset and George was getting quite scared. "O-okay... J-just s-stop look-looking me that way..." He stuttered, and Fred nodded. "Alfred's house. This summer It's quite hot, he has a pool, and I want to get a bath with him. I can't wait to see him without shirt..." He sighed dreamly, drowning to see his abs.

Fred looked even angrier. "Aha. Good to know. Don't forget to pick your sun lotion with you as It would be so great if he could rub your back and relieve your tensions." He kicked George's calf and went out of the room, leaving a confused George swearing in pain.

Albert's house was so huge! Right when they arrived, George was shocked. He never saw such a monstrosity- in a good way! Albert tightened the grip on his hand and George smiled him back. He was going to have so much fun.

Firstly, Albert decided to give him a tour withing the rooms of the central part of the house, since it was so big that himself was afraid of getting lost, but he promised to George that he would cherish the opportunity he was there and explore together, haunting withing the adventure rush the secret treasures his muggle family was keeping inside so nobody would know about them.
First place they were to see was the hall which George observed it had a tiny door hidden between the furniture it was there, behind an angel sculpture that was holding a table with a overblown mirror that had the form of a spider net, only its pieces were kind of more geometrical.
Next, was the kitchen, were they had some fun making some sugar butter cookies that were to be eaten right away after the tour.

Subsequently, several hours passed by and they decided it was time to get a nap and continue later with the tour thing. Albert's bedroom was huge and situated on the left wing, one of the first rooms of the second floor. It was blue coloured, the favourite colour of Fred and George, and it seemed it was his. The rest of the furniture was black, white, red and green. Albert, who was carrying George's suitcase, grinned as he saw that he impressed him. Albert left the suitcase onto a red lovechair and sat in the bed, offering his hand to George.

"We're sleeping together, right?" George, even if embarrassed, nodded quickly and accepted his hand.

By the time they finished the tour, George discovered at least one passage per room and was more than eager to see the rest of his house, but he was so sleepy again, Albert would be a sir and don't get fussy about it, embracing him protectively and kissing his front head.

Next day, they traveled along the wings, remembered every single room (there was even an observatory!) and now they were in the pool, trying to do a synchronized dolphin jump over a ring they situated in the water. George decided it was the best day of his new life, he forgot about the dream thing, it was his life now.

He remembered how much he suffered lately with the actions of his twin and tried to get in the fun, and forget everything, and forget even more. Albert had to pee and he offered to wait for him, sat on the border and started to think. He recalled he had some time ago, he recalled Roxy... And Fred, their beloved sons. He wondered what was happening to them, if they missed him, while he tried to remember his wife.

He just eventided that he married her because of someone, since he was gay. And that that someone may be Fred, his twin. Did he love Fred 'in that way'? Isn't that a sin? May it be that Fred broke his heart because he was in love with him, his own brother? George gasped, feeling hate against himself. Eventually, Albert come back with a 'box' in his hands, thin but large. He was saying something that it was a 'film', a 'DVD', which made George wake up from his day dreaming and glance at him out of curiosity. "DBD?"

"Something like that, 'DVD'. An 'V' of Verity, between two 'D's."

'Verity?' George frowned. He knew someone with that name, a tall brunette woman, but he remembered no more about her.

"S-so... What is that muggle device for?" George asked sheepishly, with his cutest smile, after a long pause trying to retrace who Verity was exactly.

The elder boy explained, somewhat blushed, that a film is something you watch on tv that tells a story like in books or comics, but with movement like in real life. The idea fancied George, who eagerly accepted happily to watch "The story of Adelaine".

Albert leaded him on to a room that was like a common cinema, maybe twice as huge that made George's jaw drop to the floor. "Alright, sweetie, choose a good sit and I'll be right away next to you as soon as I play the whole thing." And, with that, the green haired dissapeared, leaving him confused. He chose to sit on the fifth line, in the center, as he might have been calculating that that position was the best to see a film in that cinema. Soon, Albert joined him, trailing an arm over his shoulder and getting him tightly by his side.

The film finished and, for the first time, he saw Albert without his charming smile.

"It really was an absurd film..."

"Oh... Yeah... They had a good plot, but the scientific explanations ruined everything." Albert looked deep into his eyes, and bended his head, so his lips contacted George's and moved them, till he felt like entering the tongue in the play, but, decided it wasn't just a good idea. George still was too young for that.

"Shall we drink a hot chocolate cup for warming up and resume our exploring?"

"Yup! But this time I propose we search something within the catwalks so we are motivated enough to perambulate them from head to toe"

"What about if we search for wizard objects? Let's see if my family is completely muggle." George nodded, taking his hand and being lead while Albert talked about his dreams.

They were in one of the passages when they encountered a special book, which they whipped through its pages, noting that it was talking about a misterious catwalk in the left wing they didn't enter. Albert looked excited into his eyes took both hands into his.

"You know... When you proposed me to research between the passages, I thought you ran nuts and that if was something childish, too childish for me. But, since you were the one researching with me, I can't feel anything more than glad." George blushed, kind of embarrassed and stunned with the new informations. "And this is funny afterall. Since my family is rich-asses I really didn't have a childhood. Can you believe that before I was sent that letter I never visited that park?" He looked away, recovering his breath out of self-pity. "So please, pardon me. A good boyfriend should trust his pair, even in the craziest ideas"

George decided to pretend he never said that and took his hand gently. "Let's get into the catwalk that book would talk about. We may get something interesting"

By the time they were out of the passageway, switching it with the another in the left wing, the door bell rang. They both looked at each other eaten by confusion and, after a bare second, they decided to go see who was ringing.

"Aaaalbeeeeert! Sweeetieeee!" The girl would jump right over him. "I missed you sooo muuuch! Oh, who's that todler over there? Haha, I never new you would befriend with such penurios people!" She laughed, kneading her precious hazel mane, let it being wavied by the wind. Albert sighed, darkening her gaze.

"It's so wonderful seeing you again, Midori, but... How is it that you are here? You were supossed to be in Paris, between the most luxurious shops, buying whatever fashion says." He chuckled cruelly, his sarcasm floating in his words. George was shocked since his friend was beheaving rather rarely.

"I just wanted to be with you as soon as possible" She smirked. "But I might as well fly back there, as peasants may have... Let's say... Some tiny bugs inside their hair called lice." She chided between giggles out of control. At that point, George was flustered and his eyes were wet, but he didn't want to cry. Feeling his tears coming out from his eyes, he began to run out of there, as quicks as he could.

He barely saw where he was running, just recalling in his head multiple times what Midori have said, as well as other people like the Malfoys. Suddenly, he fell onto the soil in the middle of a country road, because the trees were so close the roots laid way too close of the road and hit his calf. He tried to stand up using his bare hands but, someone pulled him, placing both hands in his hips, taking him up, so he sat up.

"T-thank you..." He mumbled, trembling overwhelmed between the pain of his injured knee and his heart, just watching his helper blurry and stroke his eyes with both hands, but his helper already was whipping his tears by the time he noticed it.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, taking George's face between his hands and kissing him deeply.

They were so busy in themselves they didn't notice the red haired stalker behind them, hidden behind a secuoia.

Hello, my beloved readers! It's been a time...? *Laughs* I'm sorry, this chapter turned out so smut and slow, poor Georgie! But I really am going through a very lazy moment... *Sighs* I just wanted to develop in a chapter the new pair and its begginings, also Fred's jealousy and... Kinda psycho behaviour? *Chuckle* Well, this was everything... I'm so excited to develop a new chapter! This time, it will be called "Chapter 2: The middle of the road is dangerous!". By the way, the title of this chapter is a song by Suzune Ring, the cancelled vocaloid. I really hope she can get to us. If there is a song based on the middle of the road by Vocaloid, post it please! OwO! Remember to punch the shit out of my grammar/vocabulary, and see you on my next chapter3! [52 views?! I'm very happy :3! Thank you!]