George practically slammed the door to his and his brother's room had he not seen said brother soundly asleep in the bed across from his own. He had just walked Hermione in from the porch. She had been in a really good mood for some reason. He had originally thought it might have had something to do with his twin since Fred and Hermione had been the only ones not accounted for in the house. He had checked all of the rooms while looking for Fred. He decided to disregard that thought, though. His brother was right here, in the last place he had expected, not flirting with his Hermione.
Fred knew that George like her. Naturally, he was the only one who did know. Fred couldn't do something like that to him. He just couldn't.
Could he?
George stared at his mirror image intently. Biting his lip, and a notion to wake and question the sleepy Fred, he turned in for the night.
Fred was still awake though having quite the out-of-body experience. The night's events kept repeating in his head.
Had he actually done what he thought he'd done?
Had he actually betrayed his twin without realizing it?
Without hesitation?
But Hermione had smelled so good, just like lilacs in the morning dew. She had felt so good in his arms, old T-shirt and all.
Had he truly felt her arms go around him?
Her breath on his face?
So many questions without answers. Fred had decided, though. He could not fall for the girl his brother, his twin, loved. He simply couldn't break that trust.
Right?
Sorry for the formatting guys! And for the long wait! Lots of stuff this month n I couldn't find time. But its back up and I thank you for your reviews. Hope you review again n read and review my other story, Dissonance and Consonance!
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PS. Mr. Weasley is NOT dead! How could I do something like that to such an influential character?