The night was spent staying wide awake, tossing and turning on his twin's bed, crying bitterly, his twin's completely stunned expression, his blue eyes wide in disbelief replaying over and over in his mind, torturing him.

He pulled himself from his bed at last, not able to stay lying on the bed any longer. It was still dark. He peered at his watch, and it showed the time as 4.11 am. He looked over at the bed next to him to find that the curtains were still closed, and not a sound came from the bed.

He slowly made his way into the bathroom. Moments later, he stripped off his clothes and sank into the tub filled with warm water. He lay there motionless, his head resting on the back of the tub, staring at the ceiling, eyes stinging with tears, for Merlin knows how long, until he shivered and realized that the water had turned cold.

He heaved himself out the tub, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stared at the mirror in front of him. George stared back at him, but this George lacked purity, lacked a childlike, adorable smile gracing his curved lips, his lips were too thin, and his shoulders were slightly broader, his eyes were puffy and red.

He moved closer to the mirror, and rested his forehead on it. His breath shuddered with a sob.

"What have I done? I kissed my own twin, my Georgie..." his breath fogged the mirror. He closed his eyes, letting tears stream down his cheeks.

Later, he found himself standing in the empty common room, alone, forehead pressed to the window, staring at the glowing red sun slowly rise from the far off hazy mountains, the violet shade of the sky leisurely morphing into deep orange, the lochs glimmering red and orange like rubies, the colour of his twin's hair...

He let out a huge sigh. How the bloody hell will he face his twin after what happened last night. He felt like running away from Hogwarts, far away from the sight of his twin.

"Hey, Fred, what the hell, " he heard a loud yawn, "you doin standing alone like a," another yawn, "dork?"

He turned around and saw Lee looking at him curiously, eyes drooping with sleep, his dreadlocks dishevelled.

"Meditating", he replied honestly.

Lee burst out laughing. "Bet its about Angelina..well meditate all you want, bozo, because later you won't get the time to at least catch your breath,"

"What are you babbling, Lee?" Fred asked, irritated.

"I found out a way to get the keys to big bat's office" he said drowsily.

"What, did you have a revelation in your dreams?", he asked jadedly, knowing that Lee's ideas were always crappy.

"I figured out before I conked out last night. Would've discussed it with you guys, but you two decided to spend some lovey-dovey time togeth-"

"What!" He felt an irrational fear creep up. Did he see us on the bed? But he was asleep!

"What 'what'? You two ditched me on the way to bed, now as I was saying, bozo, my brain was abnormally sharp last night, and I hatched an ingenious plan before my brain would return to its natural dim state and shut down completely. Now stop staring at me like I'm Angelina, I'll tell you what my plan is later when your better half will be with you..." and he lumbered off to the bathroom.

My better half. His chest tightened at Lee's absent-minded words, and tears threatened to well up. I'll be darn lucky if he won't slap me hard the moment he'll see me.

He slumped down on the couch. People were trickling into the common room slowly as the light gradually brightened from orange to yellow. George will come in any moment now. He felt dread building up with each passing second.

A few moments later, Harry and Ron hopped down the stairs together, engaged in an absorbed conversation. Ron's eyes flickered to him, and his brown eyes widened. Harry too turned around to look at what Ron was so surprised about.

"Blimey, Fred; you look as though you've wrestled with a troll, did someone punch you in the eyes?" Ron asked incredulously.

"No, but right now I feel like punching your eyes." Fred said tetchily.

"Fred, your eyes look like Cho Chang's" Ron said, not offended at all.

"And your hair looks like rat's nest, prat." Fred replied, pissed beyond belief.

Harry grinned and said, "Thanks for saying that, Fred." Ron snorted indignantly, "By the way, what's wrong? You really look sleep-deprived," Harry asked kindly.

"Nothing, I, did not sleep. Was reading charms, you know, looking for new ways to create fake wands..." Fred lied on the spot.

"As if you haven't created enough fake wands already," Ron said, grinning.

"Ron, will you please get the fuck out of my sight?" Fred said in a dangerously quiet voice.

Harry seemed to sense his grumpy mood, and pulled Ron's arm, "Well, we'll get going then. Meet you in the Great Hall, Fred" Harry said.

Fred nodded, and they shuffled out of the common room.

Fred rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes, awaiting the terrible moment when he'd feel the sharp sting of palm meeting hard against his cheek, the moment, now minutes away, when his twin will slap him hard, hurt him for the first time in his life.

Moments later, he felt the couch bob, and vanilla scent filled the air. His heart kicked up a notch.

"Fred...", a sweet, tired voice called him.

He kept his eyes closed, thinking that it was all a nightmare, that when he'll open his eyes he'll find that last night was a dream.

A warm hand overlapped his hand placed on the couch. "Fred, did you sleep last night?"he asked quietly.

"No," Fred whispered, eyes still closed, his heart pounding wildly.

"Your eyelashes are wet, and your lips are red, and your nose too," he murmured.

Fred was such a sissy. He kept his eyes closed stubbornly.

"Look at me, Fred..." he whispered.

Don't speak in that seductively quiet voice you tormentor it drives me nuts.

"Fred, open your eyes and look at me..."

Oh he won't call me Freddie he is pissed...

"I, c-can't," he barely whispered. He was breathing hard now.

"Freddie, relax, I won't hurt you," he said in a soothing voice. His twin understood what he was thinking through their strong mental bond.

Fred gathered all the little courage he had and cracked open his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful twin, his ginger hair dishevelled and falling into his eyes, the buttons of his crumpled white shirt open halfway down, the rims of his eyes red, was looking at him gently. Gently. His mere presence was driving him crazy with fear and love.

"I'm sorry, Georgie, don't hate me, please..." he whispered pathetically.

"I won't hate you, I can't, no matter how hard I'd try," he smiled sadly.

"I'm such an obnoxious fool, Georgie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry..."his voice quivered, trying hard not to snivel.

"S'okay, Freddie, don't be scared," his twin looked at him with deep compassion, his brows pulled together and his eyes shining with tears, and took his hands in his, and pressed them lightly.

Fred was hyperventilating. "Don't you ever l-leave me, Georgie...don't hate me, d-don't..I'm despicable, horrendous, b-but I c- can't live without y-you," tears rolled down his cheeks.

George seemed heartbroken at his pathetic whimpers. He reached out a hand and wiped away his tears gently. "Now, now, don't cry, Freddie, I won't hate you, I promise. Stop crying, stupid...people will see you crying and die of a heart-attack," his twin smiled through his tears, attempting a lame joke.

Fred tried to control his tears, but that only made more tears to fall down, tears of shame, tears of self-loathing, tears of despair.

George let out a low moan of anguish at his pitiful state, and pulled him close in a rough embrace, not bothering if others might see them hugging on to each other desperately, and Fred let himself weep quietly into his twin's shoulders, sogging his white shirt.

After a few moments, he heard a startled yelp, and recognized the voice as Lee's.

"Woah! What a gobsmacking sight! What, you guys rehearsing for some tragedy play or what!"

"Buzz off, Lee" he heard George's muffled voice against his shoulder.

"Sometimes I really have a nagging doubt that you two were lovers in your previous life," Lee said, laughing heartily.

Oh Lee if you only knew...Fred thought wryly.

"Well, after you two'll be done with your rehearsals, please join me for the breakfast in the Great Hall. I'v got a real beauty to show you guys, Byee! Enjoy rehearsing!" And he literally buzzed off to the Great Hall.

George massaged his back with one hand, and Fred felt his muscles ease and his breath become slower. He sighed into his twin's shoulder.

"Are you not angry with me, Georgie?" he said slowly.

"Well, I was last night, but then I don't know where my anger disappeared to when I saw your distraught face,"

They sat hugging for what felt like eternity. George pulled back later, and said, "I'll hurry and change into robes, 'kay; wait here, we'll go to the Great Hall together,"

He smiled gently, and stood and turned back, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Fred sighed. You are such a pure angel, Georgie. How can you be so gentle? You're so gentle, you make my heart break. You make me fall in love with you even more.


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