Disclaimer- I don't own nothin' (Gees, I haven't typed that in a while.)
A/N- Good Lord, it's been AGES since I've actually written something for I can already tell I've been deprived of something great. Anyway, I just decided to dig this story out of the back of my extremely messy closet. It was doing so well, so I'll start it up again. Now I must say my writing is a tad more...oh what's the word I'm searching for...mature. So hopefully it will be a tad better.
By the way, many of you have been questioning the ship (Oh I love writing in italics.) of my story, it is a FW/HG and DM/HG and ??/HG and anyone else I decide to hook her up with.
Let me just say, she'll be getting a lot of action this year.
And now for the fifth installment of New To Me.
Enjoy!
Speedstergal : )
Chapter 5Fred found George out back slumped against the large oak tree. The sky boiled black behind him, casting a dark shadow onto his desolate figure.
A bright fork of lightening streaked across the sky, followed closely by a deep rumble of thunder. Fred shivered despite the humid weather.
God he hated storms.
He approached George, worry clouding his features. His brother resembled a defeated solider. His long body rested up against the tree, his head hung between his knees, and the letter lay loosely in his grasp.
He didn't even glance up as Fred sat down next to him. "It's all over." He muttered hoarsely. Fred wasn't sure if George was speaking to him, or to his self. "She married that son of a bitch."
Fred bit his lip; he wasn't exactly sure what to say. It was incredibly rare to see his brother like this.
However, when George lifted his head to meet his brother's concerned gaze, Fred was rendered utterly speechless. He completely underestimated the seriousness of George's emotions.
At this thought, Fred wanted to laugh out loud. Emotions. Good lord that was such a feminine word.
But as he stared at his brother's face the urge to crack up vanished. George's eyes usually bright and lively were flat and hollow. The mischievous glint was gone, replaced by dull pupils. His eyes resembled brown holes, dark voids that led to nothingness.
His face was unusually pale, making his freckles stand out vividly. Their eye's met, but it seemed as though George was looking right through him. He was totally spaced out. In another world.
In short, George looked like hell warmed over.
Another thing that surprised Fred was that George wasn't crying. In fact, the tears that had threatened to fall earlier were gone. George was too proud to cry, either that, or too heartbroken.
Which was odd in its self.
See, the twins showed for the most part, only two emotions. Humor and of course, anger. Everybody knew them as carefree, happy-go-lucky, pranksters who were always there to relieve the tension in the air. They were hardly ever anything but good-natured and happy around other people. (Save a few angry outbursts, usually due to Slytherins.)
Most people had never seen the twins somber, depressed, nor for that matter, sensual. The boys were incredibly good at keeping their image up, when in all reality; Fred and George experienced a variety of emotions, just like normal people.
Shocking isn't it?
Anyway, at the moment George wasn't cheerful, carefree, or relaxed.
Nope, George was experiencing two emotions Fred had only witnessed observing Ginny and Ron.
George was feeling deep regret.
Oh, and he was lovesick.
Sicker then a damn dog.
Fred thought he'd never see the day.
Fred was knocked out of his thoughts when a bright flash of lightening illuminated the sky and a horribly loud crash of thunder jarred his eardrums. Fred practically jumped out of his skin.
Storms scared the crap out of him.
Fred, breathing slightly harder, glanced over at his brother's face. It was still completely blank. He seemed entirely unaware of the huge thunderstorm approaching quickly. All he could think about was Katie.
Good Lord what did she do to him?
"It's uh, gonna storm." Fred remarked, almost stupidly. Yeah, he was pointing out about the most obvious thing that he could.
Hey, anything to change the subject.
However, his feeble attempt to redirect the conversation failed.
"Weather matches my mood," Came the reply. They were silent for a moment, George staring forlornly at the Burrow, his brow furrowed, and eyes faraway. Fred gazed at everything but his dejected brother. Needless to say, Fred was a tad bit uncomfortable.
"I-I just can't believe she's gone." He said in the same raspy voice.
"So she uh, said yes?" Fred asked quietly.
"She did more then say yes," He answered bitterly, "She married the arrogant bastard."
"Oh."
He went on, "God I don't know what she was thinking. She knew I loved her, she loved me- she still does." George sighed, "What am I going to do?"
Fred, who always strove to find the humor in most serious situations said, "Man, one word," He let out a small laugh, "affair."
To Fred's absolute horror, George looked thoughtful. He seemed to be considering the outrageous suggestion.
Suddenly, George's eyes lit up and the all too familiar mischievous glint found its way back into bright eyes.
Uh oh. This couldn't be good.
"That might actually work." He said, as casually as a person talking about the weather.
Fred jumped up, "George I was joking!"
George stood up as well. He waved a hand at Fred nonchalantly. "No, no, no..." He answered, his voice sounded far-off, dreamy. "This is perfect. We'll be able to carry on a semi-normal relationship. Except we can't tell anybody about it, but we'd still be able to undergo other ahem aspects of a relationship. Wood would never know..."
Fred just simply gaped. He had to be kidding. How could George even consider seeing a married woman? God this was crazy.
It was official; George had lost his mind.
"Thanks bro." He said giddily like a love-struck schoolboy, he had a stupid grin on his face as he gave his twin a manly pat on the back. "I'll see ya later." George then set out on a fast-paced walk towards the Burrow mumbling incoherently.
Fred shook his head as he watched George's retreating figure. With a slight smirk he said aloud, "And to think he told me kissing Hermione was bad."
Gees, George was such a hypocrite.
Fred stood there for a moment until a huge crash of thunder shook the ground below him. He took of sprinting towards the house, his heart beating madly against his rib cage.
He swung open the door violently and rushed into the house, immediately slamming the door behind him, just as large droplets began splattering the dry ground.
He leaned against the door, calming his throbbing pulse. "Fred?" Fred jumped in surprise, his heart starting back up again. "You ok?"
"God, you don't need to scare me-" He began angrily as he turned towards the voice, but he instantly stopped talking. The sight in front of him made jealous rear its ugly head.
What in the hell was he doing?
A/N- Ah, it feels so good to be writing Fan Fiction again... Well, I hope you enjoyed. I'll update soon. (I promise I won't desert this poor little story again.) Thanks!
Speedstergal : )