I wanna make a confession here:
The best FredxGeorge love story I've ever read, or..I'd even say, the best love story I've ever read, is 'Like Dolphins can Swim' by Funeral Lillies
Dunno why, but I just felt like telling about it to you guys... please read it whenever you have time.. That story deserves a million reviews!.. :D
Warning: Total and utter and severe fluff and lemon!
They had to while away their time in the out of order first floor girls' bathroom inhabited by Moaning Myrtle until they changed back to their own bodies ("Stop moaning and get stuffed, stupid specky whiny baby," Lee groaned as she kept pestering them with questions, and she zoomed away, blubbering), expanded their shrunk robes, put them on, and, having missed the breakfast and first class (History of Magic), hurried off to their second class.
That evening, they informed McGonagall of MacMillan's Yule Ball escapade, and she seemed to be extremely scandalized by his conduct, "I will inform Prof. Sprout immediately, Weasley," she looked at them kindly, then her expression hardened as she thought of Macmillan, "That kind of behaviour is certainly not tolerated at all in Hogwarts! He will be given appropriate punishment, and his parents will be informed of this! We can have a meeting of your parents with his so that the seriousness of his rudeness is conveyed to his parents."
Fuck.
"Er.." George said, looking at Fred with a tinge of fear in his pale blue eyes, "Do we want parents to get involved in this?"
If their parents are dragged into this, there stood a minute chance of Fred's suicide attempt getting revealed to their parents, in the slim possibility of Moody revealing what he saw if his attention was drawn by all the hubbub that will ensue if their parents will come marching in to Hogwarts.
"Yeah, Professor..it's okay if you don't inform his parents. We just want him to be handed an appropriate punishment.." Fred said.
Prof. McGonagall's usual stern features were softened as she considered, "As you wish, then,'" she said shortly, "It is only because the victim himself is kind enough to prefer so that I'm not informing his parents and making matters more severe for him. I will make sure that he is dealt with most appropriately."
The next day, Saturday, they went to Hogsmeade with Lee and Angelina, chattering away about a lot of relevant and irrelevant matters, joking and laughing, as they ambled aimlessly through the alleyways, occasionally passing cottages with brightly blooming flowers swaying gently in the neat gardens and spilling over the fences.
Lee was constantly pestering Angelina about choosing a career which would be 'healthy' for their relationship and won't keep them away for too long (he wanted to work with Angelina if truth be told), and she constantly told him that one must select their career according to their tastes (while giving a threatening glare) and said that she'd be really angry if he'd compromise his wishes just to be with her..or expected it of her..
"Now, Lee.." Fred explained with a dead serious look on his face, "Its like this..she likes to silently soar in the air on her broom and aim quaffles into hoops and you like commentating, which can easily be understood by your tendency to gawk and babble.."
"So," George picked from where he left, "Imagine you choosing a career as a chaser just to be with her: You're flying with the chasers in the middle of a match," George cleared his voice and imitated Lee's deep voice, "Angie! Look at that big boy coming your way! Get out of the- wham!"
"You just got hit by a bludger, right on your head.." Fred said instantly.
"And no, dreadlocks wont absorb the shock much when bludgers are hit by beaters like us.." George said, "Or, picture this: Angie, you look like a goddess while you fly and shake those braided black hair from your eyes and- wham!"
"You just got hit by a bludger, right on your crotch.." Fred said.
(Angelina was giggling hysterically, Lee looked daggers at them for mocking him in front of Angelina)
"Yeah..so you can see she's got a point, Lee..She just wishes for your well-being, you dungbrains.." George said, throwing a sweet smile at Angelina, who nodded enthusiastically and launched into a fresh harangue at Lee, "See..you should've understood what he understood..but you are too..."
And Fred and George blocked her out as they started a soft conversation between themselves.
As they passed a particularly dingy little shop, packed with 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing young witches, Fred observed the shop, wondering what the hubbub was all about, while George, Lee and Angelina were deep in some conversation.
And found that it was a jewellery shop, selling trinkets and all such charms..
And he got hit by a sudden idea as he saw a silvery, glinting ring displayed behind the glass, and made a mental note to visit the shop soon.
While they were seated in the Three Broomsticks, Fred excused himself from Lee, Angelina and George..
Yes..George..
Because he wanted to visit that shop...
It was really important that he should..
George goggled at Fred, eyes widened in shock, "But, why..I'll accompany you..I want to.." he whispered close to Fred's ear.
"I'll be back in a jiffy, you mental creature..dont worry.." Fred said as he got up from the seat.
"But.."
"I'll be back soon, guys.." he told the three of them, "Wait for me right here.." and he hurried out of the pub, leaving behind a perplexed George with a cozied up Lee and Angelina.
The next few days were spent evading answering George's relentless (and worried and angry) questioning on where had he went off that day and why,
And, bracing themselves for a call from Madam Pomfrey or McGonagall, to grill them on MacMillan's horrible condition, but mercifully, no such call came.
"Maybe she might've decided that MacMillan deserved what he got, and let us off for our little settling of scores..." Fred mused as he absently trailed a finger along the shell of George's ear that night, minutes to go before it would be midnight, before it would be his favourite day of the year.
George's birthday.
"And besides, it was nothing compared to what he did to us, Freddie.." George said, clinging on to him as usual, "His prank n-nearly.."
"Argh..my sweet.." Fred growled as he squeezed him, then pulled back to give a hard, noisy kiss on his soft cheek, "Get a grip, you mental creature..stop your.." and Fred leaned closer and deliberately breathed hard and fast against George's lips, eliciting a soft purr from him, "Stammering.." he breathed, then drew away to see his beautiful identical lover's breath quickened and his eyes closed, "I'm right here now by your side, aren't I? Stuck as close to you as possible, with your long leg over my waist and your beautiful arms tucked under mine.." Fred murmured so tenderly that he was finally rewarded with the most beautiful loving smile, "D'you even know how lovely you are, darling.." he planted slow and tender kisses along his long, auburn lashes delicately adorning his closed eyes.
"God, I love you so much, Freddie.." George whispered, his voice brimming with pure love as he kissed him, lips sliding, smooth and slow, against his with want and love.
Can he ever fully express the infinite amount of love he had for George?
No number of kisses will ever be enough to convey the burning, pulsing, mad passion he had for the wonderful person who lay in his arms right now, kissing him tenderly.
No number of years will burn out the unending obsession, the indescribable love he had for him.
He needed at least an infinite number of years with George to explain just the vague gist of his love to him.
He needed endless nights to make love with him and express his love with his rapid heartbeats, his quick breaths, his loving whispers..
"But I'll love you more if you'd say where you went that day without me.." George attacked him with his question when he least expected it.
Fred drew back to find that he looked slightly hurt and worried, and had that cute puppy-dog, pleading look in his eyes, trying to coax out the answer from Fred.
"I told you I just went to piss.." Fred chuckled.
"There's mens bathroom in that pub, you moron.." George frowned, "and I'm not a moron so stop trying to hide any damn thing from me..."
"Aw Georgie, my sweet, cute darling.." he gave him a loving kiss on his lips, "You'll understand it later,"
"Promise?" he asked keenly like a cute little child.
"My beautiful angel.." Fred whispered against his lips, "Promise..." he smiled, "It'll be your birthday in a few minutes, darling.." he reached out and grabbed his watch, "'Kay, lets await the remarkable moment when the clock strikes midnight and you'll turn..seventeen years, seven months and three days..It'll be like that from this day forth..you know why.."
They both knew why..they had taken the permanent ageing potion and had aged themselves to seventeen years of age seven months ago.
George chuckled softly. He seemed a bit calmed now, after Fred's loving words and kisses, and murmured, "Oh you cookie..its our birthday, not just mine.."
Fred snorted mirthfully, "Cookie?" he grinned.
"Mhm, yeah..my chocolate cookie..." George smiled and playfully bit the tip of his nose hard.
"Why, Georgie..that's by far the sweetest thing I've heard from you..and if you'd be any sweeter you'd literally turn into sugar.." Fred gave a fond kiss on his love's chin, "lets stare at the time, 'kay..I wanna wish you the moment it'll be 1st April.."
They had been doing this ever since they learned when they were seven that the next day begins right after midnight, and not when the sun rises as they had believed until then.
"Hmn, baby..I'm the one who wishes you first, don't forget that little rule of ours and jump on me wishing and kissing cause we're in a relationship this time.." George said softly as they straightened a bit and sat leaning against the headboard, George's head resting peacefully on Fred's shoulder as his one arm was wrapped around his love's waist holding him close and the other held the watch between them. His watch showed the time as 11.59 pm now...
Seconds left..
..
12.00 pm..
"Happy birthday, Freddie.." George whispered fondly as he gazed up at Fred and leaned in for a small peck on the lips, identical smiles forming on their softly grazing lips.
"Happy birthday to you too, Georgie..." and Fred sealed their mouths, holding George close to his fondly beating heart. He kissed him slowly and gently this time..his heart bursting with absolute love for his soul mate..a love which went beyond physical needs, a love which sprung right from the core of his soul for him, and he was damn sure there couldn't be a love any purer and truer than what they were feeling for each other right now.
"Alright, let's cut a cake now, shall we..?" Fred grinned as he thought for a chocolate butter cake, George's favourite, which appeared on the coffee table right in front of their bed (since they were too comfortable sitting there cuddled up on their bed and too lazy to get up).
"Hmm, this looks plain.." George said, observing the dark-brown, creamy cake, scrunched his eyes shut and puckered his lips slightly in concentration (Fred always cracked a smile at that cute expression of his), and then observed the changes his love made to their cake.
And smiled.
Seventeen thin, small, white, lit candles were standing in a circle on the outer edge, seven smaller red candles arranged in the same manner inside it, and three smallest red-and-white striped candles stood at the centre.
"Hm, that's creative of you.." Fred said, smiling lovingly at George.
"Any other day, I would've insulted you by saying that I know I'm smarter than you, but not today.." George grinned.
"Baby, that's not even an insult..that's a fact.." Fred leaned closer and kissed his cheek lightly, "Besides, you're too sweet to know how to insult anyone, darling.."
"Now stop insulting me by saying that, git..I don't know to insult anyone.. Really.." George huffed playfully.
"Mh, yeah..that's right..you don't know to hurt even an ant, cookie.." Fred chuckled and stole another peck.
"No..dont call me that. That's my innovative nickname for you..why don't you try to be original?"
"Um..alright, then..I could think of just one nickname for you in that case.." Fred leaned closer and breathed in his sweet breath, "Vanilla sugar.."
"Mhn, but that's still copying..you're mentioning a sweet edible thing.." George murmured against his lips, smiling playfully.
"Its not my fault that you are exactly that.." Fred replied, "And why am I called a cookie?"
"You're bittersweet..enticingly dark..."George whispered and kissed him slowly, clutching his neck with his beautiful, pale hands.
Fred moaned and tilted his head down, his lips grazing George's soft neck, "God..you're so damn..lovely, so lovable..so sweet..I love you..." he breathed against his neck, hugging him close.
"Ah..s-stop y-your sweet talk and...Freeed.." he moaned out his name as Fred licked his neck up and down, leaving occasional nips and bites along the trail, "God..Freddie.." he gasped as Fred pinched his nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"Mmmm?" Fred asked, licking his jawline, licking his way to his ear, and flicked his tongue over his earlobe, while his hands were buried in his silky hair, rubbing his head gently.
"L-lets..mmh..cut the c-cake.." George panted.
"Hmn.." Fred smiled, and drew away from him, and gave a chaste little peck on his lips, "Alright.." he slipped an arm around his waist, "lets blow out the candles and make a wish, baby..our wish.."
Being with each other until the day they die in each others' arms...
And that day was an eternity away...
They leaned forward and blew out the candles, wishing for their shared dream with their whole hearts.
Fred picked the knife which appeared on the table beside the cake, "Hold the knife with me, baby.." he said softly to George, who wrapped his right hand over his around the handle, and together, they cut out a small piece from it.
Fred gingerly took it in his hand, and smiled crookedly as he said, "Let's have it together.."
He placed it between his love's slightly parted lips and closed his mouth over his, eating it right from his love's sweet mouth, and he thought the cake tasted wonderful with George's flavour in it.
They moaned softly as they gripped each other's shoulders and pulled each other close, despite the fact that they already were as close as two humans could possibly be.
Fred licked the dribble of his love's saliva from his chin, and sucked his bottom lip, his free hand playing with the bulge inside his pants while the other held him around his back, and George hummed in delight, twining his fingers in his hair and pulling it softly.
"Mmm, oh Merlin..you're growing more sexual by the day, Freddie.." George whined as their bodies rocked gently in pleasure.
"Can't help it when my partner's so gorgeous and sweet.." Fred replied as he gripped George's shoulders and pushed him gently down onto their bed while their eyes stayed locked on to each other, alight with a slowly simmering desire, talking in their own language of love and need.
"I'll make love to you, baby.." Fred whispered as he stared into those beautiful blue eyes he so loved, and lay on top of him, caressing his cheek softly, "Slow and gentle..my love..I'll love you with great care tonight.."
George gave a lopsided smile, "Did that cake affect your mind?" he murmured as Fred sat on him undoing his buttons.
"Maybe...maybe a little.." Fred kissed his little nipple softly, "After all, I ate it from your mouth..with your taste in it.."
He slipped his shirt off him and dropped it to the floor beside their bed.
George reached out and unbuttoned Fred's shirt and took it off him hastily, and rubbed his palms over his chest, while looking into Fred's eyes devotedly, "Git, it was mutual..I ate from your mouth too, and I'm not acting untamed.." he smiled, "thus far.." he added.
Fred bent down and showered feathery kisses all over his chest while rubbing his palm lightly over his neck, kneading his shoulders, sliding down to his arms, "You can never be untamed..you're a, hm..what'll be the most apposite comparison for you..?" he grazed his lips against a nipple, "mh..I'll mull over it while I suck you here.." he murmured before doing exactly that, and George gasped hard above him and bucked his hips slowly against him, "Ahh fucking..M-Merlin...mmnh.." George mewled and arched his back slightly, gripping Fred's hair.
Fred sucked his nipple slowly, flicking the tip of his tongue over the hardened bud, occasionally giving gentle nips while George let out surprised short "ah"s and "Oh God"s..
"Like it, Georgie?" he murmured as he skimmed his lips down to his stomach, which carved in with utter delight under his warm breath and murmurs, "You'll like it here even more.." he licked slowly around his navel, before kissing his navel.
"Oh fuck!" George whimpered as he rocked his hips harder against him and gripped his hair tighter.
Fred straightened and pulled down George's pants to reveal wonderful, long, smooth porcelain legs, with a faint scattering of red hair just over his shins and nowhere else.
"I've never really appreciated the sheer beauty of your legs, sweetheart.." Fred said, "I'm always in such a hurry to ravish you.." he slowly pulled down his boxers and slipped it over his legs, and dropped it on the floor over his pants.
His beautiful cock was damn erect and as red as the slight growth of hair above it with the blood flooding there as Fred made him ecstatic with gentle caresses around his groin.
"God, you're so hard for me, love.." Fred noted as he let his palm roam up and down his silken, toned thighs, and looked at George's face to see his head thrown back and his smooth, fair throat exposed as he moaned on and on desperately, his hands clutching the bedspread and balled into fists.
"Ngh..oh..Fred..ah ahh..aaah.." George moaned hotly and rocked his hips sinuously, making Fred's prick throb and his heart shudder.
"Mh, you're making it hard to resist deep-throating you, love.." Fred murmured as he grasped his cock gently, the act alone making George shudder in delight and moan.
Fred let out a low moan and took the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, tasting his sweet precum.
"Ohh..Fred..Freeed.." George moaned loudly, thrusting his cock into Fred's mouth, and Fred took it all the way in, sucking in earnest.
George started fucking his mouth, and Fred stopped sucking and released his twin's cock from his mouth, "Ah..dont cum now.." he murmured, and did not notice George groaning huffily as he pushed his waist gently and told him to roll over and lie on his stomach, "You're allowed to cum only when I'm in you and about to spill into you.." he murmured as he slipped down his pants and boxers through his legs, threw them down onto the floor, and lay over George's back, stark naked.
He brushed away his silky ginger hair from the nape of his neck and kissed there slowly, moving toward his throat, to his jaw, then his lips, then back again to his neck.
"God, Freddie...fuck me.." George gasped as Fred rubbed his hard dick tantalizingly over his butt crack.
"Nh..nah..this is retribution, darling.." Fred murmured, "My sweet revenge for all the torturous slow seduction you had inflicted upon me.."
He kissed the rippling muscles on his shoulders, his shoulder blades, the dip toward his spine, its curve...all the while George writhing and groaning under him.
George suddenly knelt and started pushing his arse up toward him, rubbing it against his stomach, moaning and purring as hotly as he could.
Hmm, trying to make me impatient and hot...
"Mhn you sexy little devil..that's not gonna work, not tonight.." Fred crooned as he grabbed his arse cheeks, squeezed them and gave a playful slap.
"Ahh!" George half chuckled and half yelped, and slumped down, laughing.
Fred grinned as he leaned closer and kissed his soft cheek while caressing the other, "Stop wriggling your butt, you sweet bastard.." he murmured, switching caressing his cheek to running a finger through his crack.
"God...stop teasing and fuck me..fuck me..please..please Freddie.." George pleaded, and Fred realized that he was wriggling his arse since he was rubbing his shaft against the mattress.
Fred straightened and knelt, "turn over, baby..I myself can't resist much now..."
George turned around and eagerly lifted his legs up and spread them wide open. Fred grabbed his ankles and placed them on his shoulders.
He offered his right hand to George, who grabbed his wrist without a word and put his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them, while Fred lovingly stroked his love's slick cock with his free hand.
Fred pulled out his fingers from his soft, warm mouth, "I won't hurt you tonight, Georgie.." he murmured, more to himself, and wriggled in his forefinger very slowly and carefully into his warm, puckered entrance, "Is it hurting, baby..?"
"Argh...you've taken me dry..and I've endured that...so stop asking such silly questions and fuck me," he groaned impatiently, a truly horny look on his face.
And Fred needed to see only that to slip in his middle finger, and scissor his fingers in his entrance.
"Uhn..more..m-more.." George hissed, eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted tight.
He slipped in a third finger, and leaned forward and kissed his throat gently, feeling it ripple with a moan, "I'm sick of hurting you, baby..that's the reason why I'm asking you.." he whispered tenderly as he kissed him slowly over his collarbone, caressing his stomach with his free hand.
George was stroking Fred's cock, making it slick with his precum as he hissed, "Move y-your f-fingers..m-move.."
Fred began finger fucking him, absorbing his whimpers as he kissed him deeply on his lips.
"I want you to tell me when you're ready, darling.." Fred said, hitting his sweet spot as George's moans heightened and his hips twitched wildly.
"I'm r-ready..I'm..ahh..aahh..F-fuck m-me now, s-sweet.." he gasped, biting his lower lip in pleasure.
Fred pulled out his fingers, gripped his love's hips, and thrust in the head slowly.
"Come in, d-darling..c-come inside.." George whimpered and egged him on, his blue eyes clouded with lust and utter love as he stared straight into Fred's eyes.
Fred let out a loving moan as he thrust in fully, and gasped at the warmth and tightness engulfing him.
"Ahh..." Fred panted, throwing back his head and closing his eyes, "So d-damn t-tight..s-so warm.."
"Mhnm..start moving.." George murmured, and began rocking his hips.
Fred threw his head down to see him jerking off with a slow rhythm, and he began thrusting with a matched pace.
"Aaah...G-Georgie..aaah.." Fred leaned closer to his love, burying his hands in his hair as he moved slowly inside him, "Mh..lemme taste your neck.." he kissed his throat, skimming his lips over his rippling adam's apple, licking at the mole below his ear. That earned him a hot moan, and he bit and teased there until he bruised him.
George's free hand was gripping his shoulder, nails digging in as he whispered, "Go faster, my..F-Freddie.."
Fred let out a desperate growl and increased his pace a bit, moving inside him at a steady pace, "I wanna be inside y-you a-all n-night long.." he whispered, and kissed his mouth once more, their moans of utter bliss mingling inside their mouths.
Their wild, sensual dance turned more turbulent with every thrust, turning deeper and stronger, moans turning uncontrolled and incomprehensible, neither knowing who made the last sound, because their moans had merged just like them,
Because they were now a single entity letting out combined, identical moans.
"Aaah..aaaah..aahhh..ahhh.."
Fred had his face buried in the crook of his lover's neck, moaning and whimpering as he rammed in forcefully, his tightly clenched fists pulling and ripping George's hair, while George lay shaking with the impact of his thrusts under him, letting out quivering whimpers.
Head spinning, his soul now completely fused with George's, he looked up to stare into George's eyes and create yet another connection between them as their eyes locked.
His eyes were burning with feral, limitless love and desire, his pupils dilated, letting Fred know that he was his...body and soul...
And Fred knew that he was staring into a faithful mirror...
He was deep inside him, pounding into him so rapidly that he shuddered violently beneath him..
Then, his blue eyes went blank as he stared vacantly into Fred's eyes..
He tightened amazingly around him, pushing Fred with him into a deep abyss..
And then, Fred's mind was a blank stretch of nothingness...hovering over a blissful, open-ended vacuity...
And his brain registered the existence of only a single being in that vast emptiness..
"GEEOORGE!"
He collapsed down on him. Hard.
For a few seconds, his mind was devoid of a single thought.
Then, he heard the rasping sound of huge lung-fuls of air they were gasping in, he could feel their hearts hammering against each other, hear the rapid pounding in his ears.
They lay like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies slowly returning to normalcy after the intense sensations they went through.
"Freddie..you're awesome in bed, d'you know that?" George asked him, his voice muffled against Fred's shoulders.
"I'm not as good as you.." he said truthfully.
"No..you're damn good..that was the most intense sex I've ever had with you," George rubbed his sweaty back lightly.
"Hm..that's the proof of my love growing stronger for you by the day, then.." Fred said.
"Mhn..that's a good thing, then..I'll go through less pain while shitting.." George chuckled.
"Merlin..that's godawful..you experience pain while you..shit?"
"Just kidding, dungbrains.." George laughed, though Fred had a small doubt whether he was simply kidding.
Perhaps his twin sensed what he thought by the way his body stiffened, "Now don't plan on grilling me with 'Were you really kidding' and 'Tell the truth'...or you'll be denied sex for a whole week.." George said.
"Mh, that's a little harsh thing to say.." Fred smiled against the silky red hair spilled on the pillow.
They lay in a comfortable silence for a few moments, Fred on top of George, arms and limbs tangled indistinguishably..
Then, Fred remembered something.
"Oh!" he suddenly slid off George, who looked slightly perplexed, and sat up on the bed, bending down and grabbing his pants from the floor, and fumbled in its inner pocket.
And retrieved a small, shiny ebony box.
"What's that?" George asked, creasing his brows in curiosity.
Fred had a wide grin on his face as he wriggled closer to George and sat beside him, "Get up, Georgie.." he hooked an arm under his and pulled him into a sitting position, "Its a birthday gift.." he whispered
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