Mirrored in the Flesh

Is it wrong to love yourself? Is it terrible to love your reflection who isn't yourself, but is?

Boy-love isn't uncommon, I know that much for sure. But my own second half…Are you me? Or am I me? Or are we both just one person?

Together, together, always together. From the womb, always together. One person before, two people now. Two halves of one whole. Am I Fred, or am I George? I sometimes can't remember. Together we're just 'the Twins' or 'Fredngeorge'. Not even out own names. Just one all-encompassing name to describe the both of us.

So then is it bad to love your twin? Surely it can't be. Not brothers; twins. We're the same person, though we struggle to have different personalities.

One year left together. Then what? Will we separate? Will we go off and start our joke shop like we've always said we would? We certainly have the money now; harry saw to that after winning the Tournament. Shall we stay together like we promised when we were small? Do you even remember that promise? We were six, under the big tree in the back yard. You were pressed against my left side, like you always are, and you said 'Promise me. Promise me, Georgie, that you'll never leave me. Promise that you'll always be with me?' I nodded, and you kissed me then, right on the lips. Like we'd always done.

Mum always told us it was ok. We were kids, and we were always so close…

The kisses stopped when we were eleven. Do you remember? We'd just come home from school on our birthday, and Mum was there, smiling and proud, cause she'd just gotten the owl with both our acceptance letters to Hogwarts. She told us it was ok that we were so close, but some people might not think well of it. That some kids were from Muggle families, and they may not understand. She told us t \o be especially careful around the Slytherins, but we both now know why that is, don't we?

That was the last night you ever kissed me, together in my bed after you'd crawled into it, telling me you were a bit scared. Why then? Why did you leave me then, just when I needed the comfort the most? Just comfort…like crawling into each other's beds to snuggle after the lights went out. We didn't know much more back then, did we?

But we know now. And I want the kisses back, even if it is just for comfort. I lay here in your bed and I watch you sleep, wandering if you ever think the same way…but all I get is your back. It's your favourite way to sleep though, isn't it? Me curled up behind you, your back fitting so neatly into my chest. I must admit, I enjoy it, too, nuzzling my nose into your soft hair after your breath evens out… But I like it better when you face me, and your arms are around me as well.

What would you do if I were to kiss you again? Something we haven't done in over six years? Would you accept it, even as a comfort kiss? Or would you reject me, saying that it's wrong for siblings to be in love? Mum wouldn't care, so long as 'all my babies are happy,' and Ron...well, he's got to be a bloody moron to think that on one hears him and Harry banging away up there every summer. I'm sure some folks would care, saying it's dirty and wrong. But they don't matter. The only one that matters lays here in my arms, completely oblivious to the world.

To me.

Not knowing I'm in love with the reflection I see with no mirror before me.

Part 1, owari! ^__^

There my lovelies, we have a George. George wants Fred. Fred wants George. Fred doesn't know George wants Fred; George doesn't know Fred wants George. Poor gits. X.x Give 'em time…they'll come to eventually…

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