Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, and yattha yattha yattha. They belong to J.K Rowling.

Warning: Twincest. Slash

I usually write on ficitionpress, but I wanted to do a Harry Potter fanfic with the twins. It may not be the best, I've been getting drained. Stephy may take a break from writing after this. I'm not sure it'll actually be as in character as I hoped. I haven't read the books but once and a few months ago.

Out of Reach

By: Stephanie Stephy Gray

Resplendent. Elegant. Beautiful. So many words to describe my passion for him. I'm addicted to how his clothes fit snug against his lean frame. Angered by the robe that hung over his shoulders during the school day, such hogwash that he has to wear it. Everyone else could be dressed in them and I wouldn't mind, but then again I wasn't yearning for their touch. No I didn't admire their blue eyes, only his, they reminded me of the lost clear sky. So blue and perfect, reminding you that it's the limit. A limit out of the fingers' reach.

When I look in a mirror, I don't see him, only me. I didn't perceive my hair as fire, only the dull red that laid in my tie. My eyes weren't special. They didn't give off the look of passion and charm, only a look of a lost love. Wasn't that what it was, a lost love? He was out of my reach, just like the clear skies.

We were different. Maybe no one else seen it, but it was true. He and I weren't the same person with two bodies. I wasn't as charming as he. Where I failed, he'd success, Fred was the brain behind our plans. At least that was how I always seen our lives. To put it frank, he was one amazing git.

Could I tell him that I love him? I should just let him be out of my reach, not out of my life. I won't because I know him, I'm his twin. I know what he likes and what he doesn't, he wants a girl not a twin. Someone like Angelina, he did go to the ball with her after all. The ball, that night I had hoped he'd grant me a dance on the floor and whispered wanted words. Instead he took preciously to the world of civil dates. For that one night I knew what it was like to be in a life without him. It was horrible.

But I just had to find out, even it meant to be cast aside. At least then I'd be able to move on right, when I knew that he'd never love me. Even though I knew this, I needed a reassurance. It was one of the topics that needed to go without doubt or it wouldn't leave at all. So I'd had find out, find where his love lies, as a brother or a lover. I needed to know how unlikely my desires were from being true.

We were in the Gryffindor's common room, all cozy in a set of armchairs. Everyone one else had made it to their beds, while he continued to plan. In the process of the thoughts for a new prank we had decided to move to Ron and his buddies' little area. Coaxed by the light of the fire I simply nodded at every pause he took between his words. I had been planning too, ever since we both sat down in our usual corner against the wall. I always secretly wonder though, and I know it's off topic, but we did we call it a corner? The room was round.

"So I see you became a puppet, you git. Aren't you listening?"

I nodded and proved how far he caught me. He was right, I hadn't been listening, I was focused on the fire. It's light grew dim along with my once and a life time chance. I should just take it now and get it over with, it's what a Weasely does, go with his gut and think on the consequences later.

"Hey George, should we just call it a night?" A weathered hand combed through those godly locks of red. He had became frustrated, it was easily seen. His slender brown furrowed while he probably pondered why I hadn't took much to his words today. How could I, I had been planning the one thing that'd lacerate our future. How low would the brows go then when he decided to start his own shop and leave me to whatever may come. Or maybe they raise in surprise, or fall in anger. So many expression could be met by this one face.

I stayed silent while I rose from my chair. I played my fingers behind my back, as I walked ever so casually. It was true, I was nervous--dreadfully nervous. Wasn't like I went around everyday to snog a person, and especially not a twin. So I had every right to be nervous, and I /didn't/ gracefully do so.

Fred, on the other hand, had still been waiting for an answer from me. His fingers had fidgeted like a worried little boy, what was he worried about? Had he caught on to my silence, did twin really have this telepathic connection? Or did he simply believe I had a problem to be shared.

I did have a problem. A sin. A taboo. A dilemma that was about to be solved. I had froze, though, as I trailed my eyes over his expression. Genuinely worried, he got to his feet but silence still ensured. He wasn't sure what to say and I didn't know what to do. In all cases that were like this I followed my gut with a hard gulp down my throat.

I took another step towards him and brought my hands from behind my back. With a breath of fresh air I leaned against his lean frame whilst the hands took to his hips. They rested gently against the hem of his dress slacks, we had been too busy to change when classes were over, and without another thought I pressed my pale lips against his. Chaste and innocent, but I could still taste the tangible salt of human skin. So tasty and sweet, no wonder cats adored licking our hands. I could have been happy as his cat. Able to taste his skin with an adorable purr or maybe a sweet mewling sound.

I wanted it to last longer, but soon his hands rested on my shoulders. His head drifted away from mind and while his eyes watched me, I watched the ground. I didn't want to see his expression, I didn't want to know...

Was he going to embrace me with a sense of happiness? Or push me away with anger? Was he surprised, or did he expect it? I didn't want to know, I couldn't bare if it was the wrong expression. I wanted his love and touch--

But still was he going to push me out of reach?