Mirrored in the Mind
I know you're awake, trying to breathe softly so as not to disturb me. What are you thinking about, my Georgie, when you curl up to my back and drape your arm around my waist? About a girl you've taken a fancy to, maybe?
No, that cant be right; neither of us have ever had much interest in girls, have we? We tried though, didn't we? Back in Fourth year. Angelina and Katie are great girls, really…but in private we both agreed that we fancied boys over girls. I could have told you that years ago. I've always preferred boys…though one in particular.
That's why I can't kiss you anymore, you know. When we were young I knew I could never love anyone else.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me the same way I think about you. I've seen you looking at me, staring when you think no one sees. But I see. And I want to say something…but I'm afraid.
We've been together all our lives; how can I even think of saying those three tiny little words that might possibly tear us forever apart? Maybe…just maybe if I were to kiss you just once more. If you react badly I can say that it was just for old time's sake, for the comfort. That I missed it.
But I was the one to stop the kisses, wasn't I? You tried a few more times after that, but even after a while you gave up. Georgie-Porgie, my other half. I haven't called you that since we were eight; you said it was a silly nickname. I always liked it though, I think it's cute. But, at your wishes, I stopped.
Don't you see? Don't you know? Anything you ask of me, anything you even hint that you might want, I'll do my damnedest to give it to you. Anything for you, because you're the other half of me. The part that makes me whole.
I always feel you at night when you think I'm asleep, nuzzling into me, trailing a hand gently down my side. It takes everything in me not to respond to those touches. Sometimes I think you're just teasing me, or maybe you do it in your sleep. But sometimes…sometimes I think that you really mean it, that you touch me like you would a lover, not just a brother and a friend.
But that's all in my head, isn't it? Because of course you love me, just not in the way I wish you would.
What's going to happen to us? We have one year left at Hogwarts, then...what? Will you leave me? Maybe go to work with Bill or Charlie? Will you go off, decide girls aren't so bad, and get married? …Or will you stay with me, like you promised you would? You don't remember that though, do you? We were only six; it was a long time ago. I don't really reckon you'd remember… I don't really expect you to keep that promise.
But what about the joke shop we said we'd open? Then…then we could be together, even if it was just in the shop. I always imagined us getting a shop in Hogsmeade with a cozy little flat over it where we could live. One bedroom for the both of us, likes it's always been. Maybe two, just to keep up appearances. Even if we didn't share a bed, I'd still come to you, just like I do now.
It's not usually nightmares, you know. I crawl into your bed simply to be with you, to have your arms wrap around me and to be comforted in the fact that you're there.
I know I'm not supposed to love you, but I really can't help it. It's a bit strange though, loving your mirror image. I can't tell the difference between looking in a mirror and looking at you.
With the one exception…
That I'm not in love with glass.
Part 2, owari! ^__^
And there, my lovelies, you have Fred. Isn't he cute? Poor Freddie…poor Georgie.. T-T They don't even know they love each other. ^^;
Oh well. On to chapter 3! Its Ron's turn. ^^ Ron finally gets a chance to bitch at the twins. ^^ Stupid bois deserve it!!
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