Breaking Down the Mirror

Soft breath ghosted over the back of his neck, revealing the true waking state of the boy 'sleeping' behind him. "Georgie…? You awake?"

"No. You?

"No." Fred turned under the blankets, bringing himself face-to-face with his twin. "You don't ever sleep very well, do you?"

George knew better than to try to lie to his twin; the connection between them was enough that they would be able to feel a lie. "It's nothing important, really. Just thinking, you know? About school and such."

"It's summer, why would you think about school now?"

"It's our last year at Hogwarts…what happens after that?"

"We graduate, of course." Fred didn't want to admit it, but the same thought had kept him awake many nights as well. "Then you and me, bro, were gonna open up our shop, somewhere in Hogsmeade."

"And make millions of Galleons, so we can finally pay back Harry." George's hand stole up to gently stroke Fred's hair, "Though we can't tell him that were paying it back, he'd kill us. We can just…"

"Set up a little trust fund. The Harry and Ron Get Married Fund. That'll be friendly."

George laughed, "Too right. Wouldn't they hate us then?" his hand slipped down to gently caress his twin's cheek, marveling in the softness of the skin. How often had he touched Fred in this very way, giving no other pretenses, but meaning more than he wished to voice? "Something else has been bothering me though…"

"Well then, out with it. If you can't tell your brother, who can you tell?" Fred grinned rakishly, knowing full well the only other person his brother might even consider talking to was Bill, who was thousands of miles away.

"Yeah…. Do you remember when we were little? How we were always so close? What happened to that? …I miss it."

Fred slid the arm he had around George's waist down 'til his hand rested gently on his brother's hip. The thin layer of George's boxers prevented him from touching bare flesh. "You mean like when we…" he pulled the other boy close into him, mere inches separating their faces. "I miss you, Georgie…" Gently he touched his lips to George's gasping softly at the initial contact.

This…was what he had been missing all these years. So many years of innocent touching, caressing, but no real intimacy. This was what George needed. He pulled in closer, heightening the kiss to levels they had never even dreamed of as small boys.

Minutes passed; hours, eternities, lost in each other. When their lungs' screams of protest were no longer bearable they pulled apart, breath coming in short gasps and pants. "Fred, I…I'm…"

Fred silenced his brother with another quick brush of lips on lips. "Don't. Don't you dare say you're sorry. I'm not. I've missed this."

George smiled, unshed tears blurring his vision. "Stupid git. I wasn't going to say that. The only thing I'm sorry for is that neither of us did that six years ago."

Fred laughed nervously, "Yeah. Well. We were young and stupid."

"Now we're old and stupid."

"True. But now we don't need a mirror to see into what was sitting right in front of us."

Owari! ^__^

Well then, my lovelies, that was the fic. End. Time for everyone to cry.

Draco: -.-; This girl is not in my House, she can't be in my House…

^__^ Sure I can, sweetie. Anyway, that was my Fred'n'George. One of 'em, anyway. I have another; it's cute, too. Not quite so angsty. ^^ You may go now to the 'reviews' and worship me. ^^

Draco: Don't do it! You'll make her head get all big! Then she'll write more!! X.x

::giggles:: Blondie is right. You don't have to worship me though. ^^ Heck, you can hate me and flame me now, I don't mind. So long as I get feedback of some kind, I'm happy. ^^

::waves baibai in a very un-Slytherin-like manner:: ^__^

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