Disclaimer: I don't own this gorgeous duo as of course you know nor any other characters mentioned save a few you don't recognise. Some of the descriptions of the characters I took from a Billy Colony sketch so if you've seen it don't flame or heaven forbid sue.

"George? George could you just listen? Open the door! GEORGE!"

After twenty minutes of banging on an unresponsive door, I surmised that perhaps George wasn't talking to me.

Well then if that's how he wanted it!

I sighed and stared out of the window at mum setting up the tables that were to hold the feast for that night.

I provided the fireworks thinking it would take my mind off of George what with all the new ideas I had. It only served to worsen the sense of loneliness.

But I'd stuck to my guns and not attempted to contact George, if my twin was too blind to see that I didn't hate him and wanted to talk to him then I would give him what he was expecting and simply not talk to him.

Besides George needed some space.

That was something that after tonight he was definitely going to lack.

It was Charlie's birthday and mum had organised a huge gathering for him with the whole family and our friends and relations.

Even Bill was coming for the weekend and I found that very surprising as I knew from experience how hard it was to get time off work.

"Fred! Get down here and help your father put up the fairy lights!" mum yelled from the lower regions of the house.

I simply sighed and traipsed off downstairs.

It took us an hour to put up the lights rather than fifteen minutes because of all the food that kept flying out of the kitchen at random intervals. Not to mention waking up some very dirty and angry fairies.

But it was well worth it when the lights were finally in place; little lilies with everlasting charms on them were placed strategically round the garden whilst now sparkling clean fairies flittered charmingly in and out of them.

"Oh they look wonderful dears!" Mum enthused as she came out of the kitchen, a blue apron round her midriff and flour adorning her hands.

"Now Fred I need you to set up the falling sparkles and then go and get yourself ready, Arthur your doing one last round of the garden for goblins and then I need you to strengthen those table legs. For some reason they're groaning. Oh and what is that?" She said pointing at the lower half of the garden that was now separated by a great bush, which had in the middle of it an arch bedecked with fairy lights.

"Oh" Said Dad rubbing his neck a little apprehensively. "Every garden party has one, it's like a nook where people who want to be alone go." Dad had recently found out about the wonders of television and had taken to watching films in his workshop on a second hand TV he had managed to get his hands on. It had apparently captured his interest in a big way.

"A nook? You mean a place where couples go alone?" Mum asked knowingly. Dad just nodded almost pleadingly. Mum simply "Hmmd" and went back inside, but I caught a glimpse of an indulgent twinkle in her eye before she left.

Moving to the middle of the garden I cast the spell to create golden sparkles and suddenly the garden was filled with what looked like raindrops of flame falling to just above the head before they disappeared. This of course would be disabled when the fireworks were set off.

"Right well I'll see you in a while dad I'm gonna get ready."

I went upstairs and proceeded to get ready for the coming party. I showered and changed into some black jeans and a dark blue shirt. My hair was spiked and I was wearing my favourite aftershave made especially for me by a man in Egypt who new exactly which plants and spices to mix together to create the perfect scent to suit a person.

Half an hour later I was ready and raring to go and if the commotion downstairs was anything to go by people had already started arriving.

Wondering downstairs I was in time to catch Ron and Ginny stepping out from the fireplace. They'd been allowed out of Hogwarts, as Dumbledore had reinstated home visits as the war was over.

Speaking of the devil Harry himself stepped out of the fire. He now supported a scar running down under his left eye, which if anything increased his looks rather than diminished them. He now had two scars to define him rather one.

Next came Bill knocking on the door, having fallen from the sky in exactly the same fashion I had.

And then the man of the moment Charlie himself!

I watched as mum and then the rest of the family immediately engulfed him.

"Come on guys let the poor guy breathe!" Bill said in amusement as the family parted like the red sea with Charlie between the waves.

Then their eyes met and I saw the peculiar light shining in both of their eyes before they embraced. Was it my imagination or was that a fraction longer then a normal hug?

Pushing it aside I moved forward to hug Charlie as yet more relations arrived.

Crazy aunt Frieda who had an obsession with foil wrapped biscuits and her husband Uncle Wilfred who had always spoken to the twins in a series of farts, clicks and grunts and was constantly drunk, cousin Jerry with his fiancé, cousin Simone with her husband and four children and another on the way.

It went on like this until the Weasley's kitchen resembled a packed out concert and people started trickling into the garden, but still no sign of George.

Finally I spotted him. I was over by the drinks table a glass of fire whiskey in my hand and feeling a tad tipsy when my twin walked out of the kitchen door.

My heart leapt and I had to fight the urge not to run straight over there. Now was not the time, later.

It was a couple of hours later and I was sitting at the table watching the couples move on the dance floor. The atmosphere was loud and raucous and I had a feeling that more than a few couples would be slinking off soon.

My eyes fell on a couple that were making a spectacle out of themselves and dancing over enthusiastically. Charlie and bill were having the time of their lives it appeared and I couldn't help but notice something amiss in the way Charlie laughed up into Bill's face.

That would have been George and I not so long ago I thought morosely. I gazed at my twin sitting looking just as bored on the opposite side of the dance floor. Our eyes met and I came to a decision.

Getting up I made my way over to my twin, noting that George obviously wanted to flee. Stepping in front of him before he could do so I leant down and held out my hand, "Care to dance?" I asked not waiting for a reply as I grabbed my twin's wrist and whisked him onto the dance floor.

"Wha- what are you doing?" George said nervously wetting his lips. I fought down the wave of desire this action brought on and replied "People might think it odd if we look to be fighting!"

"Oh" Said George, somewhat dejectedly pointedly not meeting his twin's gaze. They remained silent as I danced them discreetly to the 'nook' and pulled George inside before he could protest and people noticed.

"Wha-"

"Shut up!" I said ignoring my twins gasp. "Throughout this entire situation you have refused to listen to me and now your gonna button it and let me do the talking. Now when you told me what you did the other night I wasn't shocked. Well I was but…"

"No I-"

I paused for a moment, ploughed straight through George's protests, "I was not disgusted."

"Don't want you to- what?"

I smiled indulgently at my twin. "I was not disgusted, simply because I feel the same way" Staring deeply into his eyes I said "I love you"

There were no explanations, no clarification it was not needed. My eyes dropped to George's lips as I swooped forward and claimed his brother's mouth for my own.

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