Title: Men and their means.
Author: SweetlyDarkJenn (sweetlydarkme@aol.com)
Pairing: Fred/George
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, big clap to J. K. Rowling.
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One night - just after the muggles had celebrated burning that man on an overly large fire – I was lying in the slightly muddy grass watching the colours as they exploded in the night sky.
I was alone.
I could feel the dampness spreading through the back of my robes, and the grass blades tickled the back of my ears; shifting my arm behind my head I tried to arrange myself in a comfortable position.
Settling back down, a particular spectacular display of light made me gasp and I heard a slight chuckle behind me.
I didn't have to look to know who it was – I could sense it.
It was George.
As he settled down beside me, gently one of his hands reached for my curled fist that lay against my chest.
Unclenching my fingers he slipped his between mine.
"Mum says that these celebrations are called Bonfire Night, though how she'd know that I'd never know"
"You know mum –"
My voice was husky and little clouds of air were breathed into white clouds of existence.
"– She knows everything there is too know about everything"
His fingers tightened gently on mine.
"I'm sorry about before Fred, I shouldn't have shouted at you..."
Blinking owlishly into the night I contemplated what he'd just said.
"That's ok George. I'm sorry as well... I still love you"
Another chuckle and I smiled.
"Of course you still love me you dolt. I'm your one and only, extraordinarily, handsome, gorgeous, George. What's not too love?"
And with those words he leaned down and kissed me.
One night - just after the muggles had celebrated burning that man on an overly large fire – I was lying in the slightly muddy grass watching the colours as they exploded in the night sky.
I was alone.
I could feel the dampness spreading through the back of my robes, and the grass blades tickled the back of my ears; shifting my arm behind my head I tried to arrange myself in a comfortable position.
Settling back down, a particular spectacular display of light made me gasp and I heard a slight chuckle behind me.
I didn't have to look to know who it was – I could sense it.
It was George.
As he settled down beside me, gently one of his hands reached for my curled fist that lay against my chest.
Unclenching my fingers he slipped his between mine.
"Mum says that these celebrations are called Bonfire Night, though how she'd know that I'd never know"
"You know mum –"
My voice was husky and little clouds of air were breathed into white clouds of existence.
"– She knows everything there is too know about everything"
His fingers tightened gently on mine.
"I'm sorry about before Fred, I shouldn't have shouted at you..."
Blinking owlishly into the night I contemplated what he'd just said.
"That's ok George. I'm sorry as well... I still love you"
Another chuckle and I smiled.
"Of course you still love me you dolt. I'm your one and only, extraordinarily, handsome, gorgeous, George. What's not too love?"
And with those words he leaned down and kissed me.