George sat at his table, biting on the end of his quill as he stared into thin air. He knew he should be doing his paperwork. It would never get done if he didn't start it soon. But he couldn't. he was too distracted.

Distracted by a certain blonde. Not that Draco was even in the room, oh no. Draco was downstairs, in the basements, getting the new Pygmy Puffs ready for display. But Draco had consumed George's thoughts a lot recently. He knew he was very attracted to Draco in a physical way, but George had never had feelings for someone. He didn't know what it felt like to love and care for another in a romantic way.

Whatever it was he felt for Draco, he had never felt it for anyone else before.

Would Fred be upset with him? He was attracted to Fred's ex-lover. He possibly had feelings for Fred's lover. He knew how much conflict it would have caused if Fred were alive. But… maybe Fred would think differently when looking down on them.

Maybe he would approve. More feasibly, he would hate it.

George huffed in annoyance, throwing his fists down on the table before lifting himself out the chair.

The redhead made his way down the basement, almost going down to check how Ron was doing with the shop, but deciding against it. Ron needed to learn how to run the shop without him around all the time.

He entered the basement, smiling as he saw Draco with his sleeves rolled up, hair messily brushed out of his face and cheeks flushed as he tried to catch a few pygmy puffs who were darting around the room.

George leaned against the door frame, chuckling to himself. Draco's head shot up immediately and he glared at George.

"Don't laugh," Draco hissed, crossing his arms like a child.

"But it's funny," George countered, watching Draco's frown only grow.

"I hate these things," Draco snapped, observing the balls of fluff as they banged into chairs and tables.

"I bet you're being too rough with them, that's all."

George stepped towards the Malfoy, Draco's eyes widening as George grabbed his hand in a firm grip. The older boy bent down, bringing Draco with him.

Reluctantly, he released Draco's hand and instead held it out for the Pygmy Puffs. Draco mirrored him, looking to George's concentrated face for approval.

As soon as these gentle movements started, the Puffs had stopped their rampage around the basement floor. Slowly, a purple Pygmy Puff started to creep towards George's hand.

George stroked the creature delicately, listening to the purr. It was only then he scooped the Pygmy up, though the Pygmy Puff was willing, and placed it in the box with the rest of the Puffs.

Draco watched George's every movement with fascination. Why was he being so gentle? He had never seen George so gentle. Okay… maybe when Draco was sick a few weeks ago, George was extremely caring. But George had a fiery personality. Normally everything he did was impulsive and unstructured. Seeing him be so tender with these creatures was something Draco wasn't used to… and it also made his heart melt.

George kneeled again next to Draco, holding out his hand very closely to the younger boy's, "You see? Gentle."

Draco found himself nodding as he got lost in those chocolate eyes. They were the same as Fred's, yet different. He didn't know at this time, what the difference was, but he knew he used to get lost in Fred's eyes too… but in a completely different way.

When their hands touched, something rushed through the boy's veins. Both gradually started to lean into each other, their eyes not breaking away for a millisecond.

"What the hell is this?"

Both gasped in surprise, insinuating someone had caught them in the act. Their heads spun around, only to see Ron standing there, a scowl ridden across his face.

"It's not what it looks like, Ron…" George muttered in instinct and Draco nodded quickly in nervous agreement.

"This is not what it seems?" Ron abruptly held something up, the two almost breathing a sigh of relief until they realised what he was holding. A photo of Draco and Fred. One of the photos from the box, in fact. One of them kissing.

"Th-that's…. where did you get that?" Draco stood up abruptly, his face a picture of distraught.

"I went up to ask George a question and this was lying on his desk!" Ron screamed in disgust.

"Ah… you dropped it Draco, I was going to give it back to you today," George said guiltily, lowering his head.

"What is it?" Ron screeched again, waving the photo, "What is this?"

Draco put on a brave face, lifting his chin slightly. He walked towards Ron and snatched the picture out of his hand, "First of all, it's mine now. And it's supposed to be private. And…" Draco took a deep breath, looking to George for support for a moment, "Fred and I were together a while ago."

Ron's lips parted in shock but he gritted his teeth, "Why the hell would Fred be with you?" He stepped forward so he was almost face to face with Draco, though the blonde still held his ground, "I don't believe you! It's not true!"

Just as Ron looked like he was about to lash out at Draco, George stepped in front of him, shoving him slightly, "Hey!" Ron tried to push past his brother again but George held his shoulders firmly, "Hey. Stop. I know it's strange! I know it's hard."

"Did you know about this?" Ron glared at his older brother.

"I-I only found out about a month ago," George muttered, nibbling on his lower lip, "But that's not the point. The point is… What you should be upset about… what I was upset about… was that Fred never told us."

Ron looked over George's shoulder at Draco, then back at George confused, "Fred never told you?"

"No… and that's why I was so upset. Because he didn't feel like he could trust us with this. He couldn't even trust me… his own twin brother. That hurt me so much…" Ron's face calmed and he nodded in understanding, "It wasn't so much that it was Draco Malfoy. Just that we never knew. Because I've got to know Draco after the past few weeks… and he's really not as bad as he ever made out to be. He's actually rather great," Draco smiled softly, feeling his heart flutter at George's words, "We… should all try to accept Draco. He's mourning too. And I've kind of realised… it's better not to mourn on your own."

Ron's eyes started to glitter with tears, "I can't believe he never told us something. Was it serious?" He asked, the question still directed at George.

"Yeah…" George nodded, exchanging glances with Draco.

"I'm not sure I can… accept it," Ron stepped away, shaking his head violently, "I'm not sure I can accept him."

"Hey, listen," George reasoned with a gentle voice, "It's gonna take time. It takes time."

"I can't believe you're being the reasonable one. You're normally so… distraught about everything."

"Believe me, I don't know why I'm being like this either."

Ron finally peeped up at Draco, grimacing as he looked into the Malfoy's eyes, "I guess I can try with you, Malfoy… I mean… it's gonna be hard. And if you try any shit, you're outta here."

"I think that's my decision Ron," George sniggered lightly.

"You know what I mean."

"Thank you, Weasley. I'll try to live up to your high standards," Draco said with a smirk. Ron frowned but George just laughed and playfully hit Draco over the head.

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I'm going to slow down the updates a little, I'm struggling to finish the last few chapters! I'm nearly done with the penultimate one, so only one to go! Thank you JDTEA for reviewing again!