Watch Us Sin: Forgotten

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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: I say that it's about time for me to update this story, again. This is Fred, and he'd changed, lol. I'm sorry this is so short, but I wrote it a couple months ago and I don't remember what I wanted to add, but now I think it's fine as it is. The end is close, I don't know how else to continue this fic, any suggestions? So here it is, sorry that the end rhymes, at least it does so to me, I couldn't help it, rhyme got stuck in my head. Enjoy!

Forgotten

He said he'd do anything. He should have learnt by now not to say things he doesn't truly mean. It can get him into all sorts of trouble, most of it irreversible. My sweet, lost brother mine, who sits at the serpents table and watches me with regret filled eyes.

But I've smartened up and lost my former naivety. I no longer wish to forgive him, I only wish that the rage and hatred would subside, that I might forget him. That would be the worst fate I could bestow upon him, to completely erase him from my once happy memories.

I try to ignore him, I try not to look him in the eyes, when I know his gaze is turned to mine, because mine undoubtingly draws to him. Then there is Blaise, sitting right there beside him, whispering in his ear, touching what once used to belong to me.

I'm hyper aware of everything, Angelina is touching my thigh, her hot breath is against my cheek, but all I care about is him, and the fact that I'm not the one touching him.

His sadness incapacitates me, he is breathtakingly beautiful. He is an intriguing creature, a deceitful, loving thing. He is the scar on my heart. He is the pain in my chest, he was the lips on my breast.

But he isn't anything to me anymore, he gave up that privilege and I can't help but hate him...HATE him for it. And yet I know that all he wants is my forgiveness, nothing more, nothing else, not even a return to a happy world of kiss and never tell.

The noise of the great hall is distracting, but it helps me ignore the world, and the buzz of voices lulls me into a state of disassociation, of world elimination. I glance at my shirt sleeve and my heart no longer rests there. And the beating in my heart is hollow, and the voices in my head are dead.

And there is a boy I once new best, I knew him as I knew myself. He was my much better half, and now he isn't. And now I won't allow him to be in my memory. And now I will forget him and erase him, smudges and all. The stains he left on my pale skin fade, and fade, for the love it fades and now even the memories do not remain.

I do not care for red headed boys, freckled skin, shoulder thin. Nor do I give a single thought to red headed boys who hear the whispers of a black haired snake. Nor do I know a boy like him, like him.

I do not have a brother, not a hurtful twin. I do not know this boy at all, nor do I regret him.

And now I will forget him.

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