Disclaimer: Nope I don't own any of these characters, I did ask old J.k but she's adamant! Oh well I keep hoping that eventually she'll wear down and hand 'em over.

George's p.o.v

George shoved the front door of his tiny hotel room open, slammed it shut behind him and dived on the bed.

Shit, shit, shit. How could he have gone to lunch with him, how could he have let him crumble his defences and list off all his wrong doings in the past year?

And last but my no means least how could he have got…aroused? In the middle of a café? With his twin not two inches from his face and the cause of the problem?

Oh god.

Thankfully he'd bolted before his twin had noticed… but what if he had? How would Fred react to George's deepest and most hidden secret?

Bounding up the stairs of Balthazar's two star hotel, I finalised the details of my plan of action: Go in there, lock the doors, tell my brother he was a complete idiot…and well, I'd take it from there.

I had never been a plotter. Oh yes I could think up the most brilliant of pranks, but George had always been the one to decide where, when and how. George was the smart and logical one and obviously still was.

But…where had his humour gone?

Stopping outside the door I felt my twin realise my presence in the building- damn!

Knocking on the door softly, I hesitantly called to my twin, "George? George it's me…open the door."

I received no answer, "George! – please?"

I carried on in this manner for a good ten minutes before the door was flung open and an extremely irate but gorgeous redhead opened the door. "WHAT? What do you want?"

I shoved past my twin into the room.

Glaring at me George slowly shut the door.

As soon as he had done so I erected locking and silencing charms before turning to my stubborn brother.

Staring at him pensively I slowly sat down on the edge of the rooms small bed.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?" I pleaded with my twin.

George just stared silently at me.

In a final attempt I ripped open the link between our emotions and showed my kin all the hurt, pain and confusion I'd been feeling since the year began.

George's eyes widened in shock.

Turning away he began to fiddle with the few items that lay on the dresser in the room.

Amazed I stared at his back.

"What's wrong with you?" I yelled opening my arms in a gesture of bewilderment, "Are you so cruel, so heartless and unfeeling as to ignore, avoid and shun your own twin without an explanation and a reason?"

George tensed and then whipped round so fast I leaned back startled.

Advancing on me George stopped just short of a foot from me, the anger and self-hatred shining in his eyes.

"Cruel, heartless, unfeeling? Indeed if I were I would be a much happier being! You want to know why I do this? Why I cause you such pain?" George lent down so that he was mere inches from my upturned face. "It's because I hold more feelings in my pitiful heart and of such a nature that would be wrong if I were ever to express them…for you."

Gazing deeply into my eyes for a moment, George abruptly then turned away.

Softly he spoke, "I am truly sorry for pain you feel, but as you see- it cannot be helped."

Bowing his head he stated, "I think you should leave."

I was reeling from all the implications of this new knowledge. George loved me? In that way? It was more than I'd ever hoped or even dreamed of.

Moving away from the bed I went to embrace my brother, but George backed away from me a feverish glint in his eye.

"I said LEAVE! Why wont you ever LISTEN!" With that George stunned me and then sent me out the door with a well aimed "Wingardiam Leviosa"

As the door slammed forcefully behind me I thought ruefully of my new jeans as my knees slammed into the less than clean floor.

Ooh was my unobservant and stubborn twin gonna get a wake up call!