A/N: I don't own any Harry Potter stuffs! YAY! I'm not making money or anything! If I owned anything I'd have Fred and George. Rowling can keep everything else. ::Grin::

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Fred's Point Of View

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Crying sucks. I hate when people cry. I hate when I cry. I'm not supposed to cry.. People aren't supposed to cry in front of me. I'm supposed to make people laugh. I shouldn't be talking about how things are supposed to be. I'm crying over somebody I'm not supposed to. I can't help it though, how could I not love him? He's funny, loves jokes, and always understands me. Well, except now. I don't think he will ever feel the same way as I do. If only I could tell him. I feel like crap just because I'm keeping something from him. He wouldn't understand though. Nobody who is normal would.

Since all I could do was think about him, I figured, why not go talk to him? So I did just that. I got out of my bed and loomed quietly over to his. He looked so innocent, just lying there. He looks exactly like me to everyone else. In some cases they are correct. The bright red hair, the pale skin, the tons of freckles. To them even our eyes look the same. I know better though. His are much nicer than mine could ever be.

"Nooooooo...five more minutes" He mumbled, throwing the covers over his head.

"George, don't worry. You can still sleep for another six hours" I said, pulling the covers back. How could he even think of covering that beautiful face? He stared up at me. I smiled down.

"Care to join me then?" How could I resist? Sleep, and him being right there next to me.

"Move over" I said, lifting the covers and sliding underneath them. He moved only a little bit so I shoved him playfully. He smiled and rolled on top of me.

"Enough room?" He asked.

"Plenty" I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through his fiery red hair, and crush his lips together with mine. I didn't though. Brothers can't do that. Even twins.

"Do you still have that dirty magazine?"

"Of course, what would I do without it?"

"Jerk off to my picture instead?" He said, smirking at his own joke. I grinned widely. "Merlin, Fred! That's disturbing! More disturbing than that picture we found of Ginny and Neville!"

"Aw. Are you afraid of me now?"

"Of course not, but don't you think that it's wrong?"

"That I love you?" Dammit, I just can't keep my mouth shut. His face suddenly looked puzzled.

"No you bloody dolt! That Neville and Ginny actually SNOGGED!"

"Come off it, George! I was joking"

"Oh, okay then"

"Good night"

"Good night, Fred" He kissed me and rolled off. After that kiss, my urges became a lot stronger. We never really thought about the good night kisses between us because we are different from most other brothers. We are twins, and we figure the kissing is one of the many perks to it.

"George…" I trailed off, how was I going to do this? He turned around and faced me, still smiling. What a smile, my smile didn't even look like his. His is wonderful.

"I..." Words cannot and could not describe the feelings inside of me. There was nothing else I could do but use actions instead of words.

And so then, I grabbed my brother and kissed him. It wasn't a regular kiss on the cheek. Not even a weak peck on the lips, but a strong one filled with electricity and passion. Not to mention quite a bit of my tongue. But the strange part was…after a few seconds my tongue wasn't the alone in my mouth anymore.

A/N: Okay, okay! This is really shitty so far! Be nice and kind anyway! I know it's not going very well. I get the point! *sobs* I'm going to write a much much much muchhhhh better chapter next though! I swear it! It's going to be from George's POV. Please review this. It's not done. Incomplete! THAT MEANS COME BACK AND KEEP READING AND REVIEWING!