When No One Was Looking

Author: bloodinkhotmail.com

Rating: R

Pairing: Fred/George age 16

Warning: Slash, and incest (or twincest)

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine but JKR's, don't sue, blah, blah, blah.

A/N: Still rather dark, it's probably going to get darker because the sweetness was so syrupy and I just couldn't take it anymore. I hope you guys like this.

Abandoned

He's gone.

Oh I know where he is, what he's doing, who he's with. And it's killing me.

I had hoped that his infatuation would go away sooner or later. I thought a kiss could solve anything, I thought a lot of things that now make everything obsolete.

I miss the feel of him, the way that once upon a time I had been able to hold him in my arms at this very moment. To relax beside him as I felt his breath against my cheek, and the slow inhale and exhale of air, that made his chest rise and fall. The heat of his body burning me: a comfort I have known my entire life.

I had thought that he would be the one constant in my life, that when all others failed, he'd still be there, a permanent fixture that could withstand the decay of time.

He's off somewhere with a fellow Quidditch player, Angelina, and he's walking with her, talking to her, listening to her as she babbles on and on. I can picture the way he looks, the shadows caressing the hollows of his face, making him look older than we really are. He makes her laugh and he smiles when she says something he likes to hear.

All the while he's with her. And I am alone, in "our" bed, missing him like a foolish lover would. He had wanted more from me; I wouldn't give in to his silent demands. I had to play my games, and I suppose this is his revenge.

It is getting late and he still isn't back. Perhaps now he's kissing her passionately, his strong hands grasping at her hips, caressing the expanse of her back. Touching her while he should be here with me. She's tasting a forbidden fruit, taking what's mine. My brother and her are excepted as "normal", Angelina has a freedom with him that I have and never will know.

My mind taunts me, I envy and I hate that girl. How dare she...how dare he betray me.

How dare he break my heart.

I thought that he understood that I needed him more than anything. More than what should be possible. But I suppose we meant nothing after all. I guess he outgrew me.

I can imagine what he's thinking. How he thinks that I'm probably waiting up for him, wishing for him to come back to me. Being pathetic, disgracing him. He's so very ashamed of me, I know it.

Wasn't it the same for him, didn't he feel the world spin when we touched, the stars shine brighter when we kissed. Am I the only one that has to deal with this horrible torment.

The floor boards creek, I can hear him climb up the stairs. He's going to open the door and go to his bed, he's going to have a smile on his face and a secret in his heart that he'll keep from me. And I'll know, how could I not, I'll see the messy state of his hair and the swell of his kissed lips and I'll know.

And now the door really does open. But it's too dark to see his face clearly. My breath stops and he pauses.

He closes the door slowly, so carefully so as to not make a sound. He's walking towards my bed where the curtains are open and where I'm watching him, where I'm pretending to be asleep, because he mustn't know that I've been waiting.

He's taking off his robes and tossing them carelessly and they land on the floor somewhere. He's stepped into the light of the moon that shines through from between partially opened curtains that do not cover the window. He doesn't look kissed or messy. But he is smiling. More so smirking. The grin on his lips is mischievous, and I just might have been fooled.

He lays down beside me in "our" bed, and his arms come to wrap around me, his warmth burns like always, and I take comfort. Uncertain comfort because I don't know what he was doing, not really, I can't be sure.

He kisses the back of my neck and I shiver, he knows.

"You didn't wait up for me did you?...You shouldn't have." And something about the way he says it makes my skin crawl. And now I know that he knows something else that I don't.

He relaxes against me and I know he's asleep. I can feel my eyes water, and my heart breaks. I cry silent tears and I wonder when he became so cruel to me. I should have known something was different.

I sleep he night away, but I get no rest, the torments that my dreams send me tear me apart. The security that his arms once held is leaving, and his burning warmth turns icy.

My regret is tangible and the ache only grows.

I don't have to wonder why I feel so abandoned. The fact is, that I do.

That's my update.
I have no clue where I'm going with this story. But I've gotten so many wonderful reviews, and I am so grateful that people are enjoying this story as much as I enjoy writing it. I know that I don't update fast enough or write long enough for some people, and I agree.:)
When I started this story I never thought I'd get this many reviews. You guys are all so amazing. I just wanted to say thatnkz. There will be more to this story I promise, it's summer break and I have 2 months away from school and there will be more updates. Bye