Thanks for the reviews! I'm still debating whether I should make this a slash between Fred and George. My mind is in shambles! I'm not promoting incest or anything of the sort... but... Fred and George are special! THEY WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER! Oh, ew! Did I just say that? I don't mean it at all! Really! But... oh, I don't know what to do. I'll just keep writing and see what happens...

Special thanks to liulover for reviewing all of the chapters. YES. GOOD GIRL. Keep the reviews pouring in (cuz I totally have none).

A Sort-Of Dream

Fred slowly walked down Diagon Alley. He stopped in front of a store with a large sign hovering overhead that read "Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes." He took out his key and unlocked the front door. With a huge sigh, he walked in.

Despite all of the various joke contraptions that filled the shelves, the store seemed so empty. Fred sat behind the counter and drummed his fingers on the wooden surface to kill the silence and to keep himself busy. This was the beginning of the worst day of his life. A knock on the front door suddenly snapped him out of his reverie.

"George?" he wondered aloud; half-hopeful and yet half-frightened. He looked out the glass window and his heart sank. It was just the delivery man with two boxes of edible underwear.

"Where should I leave these?" the delivery man motioned towards the boxes.

Fred stepped outside, "Just put them in the store. Here, I'll help you..."

George cautiously peeked from around the corner as he watched his twin lift the heavy box with ease. He had noticed that Fred had grown a bit during the past year, so that must mean he had grown as well. But it was really noticeable with Fred...

His heart began to flutter and he cursed himself for it. He pressed one hand up against his chest to calm his heavily-beating heart. What was wrong with him? He shifted his eyes slowly towards Fred's direction once again. George felt so pathetic; he had to smile in spite of himself. One day without his twin and here he was... already falling apart.

Fred shoved the box in one corner and wiped the sweat from his brow. He turned to the delivery man, signed some papers, and then thanked him. After that, it had returned to the ear-splitting silence. If only customers would come sooner... He took his place behind the counter and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. The steady beat of the clock overhead soon lulled him to sleep...

He was soon between that world of Dream and Reality. Fred was mildly aware of his surroundings, but he felt the dreams taking full control of his mind...

But be it dream or reality, he did not know. He felt a hand on top of his head, gently ruffling his hair. He swore he could have made out the familiar outline of his twin brother's face dangerously close to his own. Then he heard a soft whisper in his ear...

"I'm sorry, mate."

The vision slowly faded and Fred suddenly sat up abruptly. Strangely enough, he still felt the touch on his head, he still felt the warm breath on his ear, and he still saw his brother's face... Was it all a dream?

In the meantime, George slowly slipped out the back door.