Disclaimer: Well I think I've just about given up! Damn J.K. Rowling! I only want the twins…and Draco…and Ron…and bugger it all you know I want the whole damn thing!

Where were we? Ahh yes!

Ok, ok I was a selfish, heartless, unfeeling, and very jealous bastard! I know it now and I knew it then. The difference is at that time the jealousy was overwhelming and it took me two whole days to realise exactly what I was doing.

In those two days I thought solely of MY pain and MYSELF I didn't notice or perhaps didn't want to notice George's lowered head, his pleading yet defiant eyes – the pallor of his skin and the bruises under his eyes.

Perhaps I was seeing myself when I looked at him, I don't know. As I said it was all about ME those two days and I swear to every deity that I will strive never to let it be that way again.

I had started to sleep on the sofa, perhaps if I hadn't I would have noticed sooner. But my pride decree that I bruise my back with rusty springs that persisted to dig into it no matter which way I turned.

So there I was two days later once more getting ready for a family birthday celebration. It was Ron seventeenth and he had decided that we all should sit down for a birthday meal rather than have a party. That's always been the way with Ron- food being way more important than pretty much anything else in his life. I pitied the girl he'd end up with.

Charlie and Bill were coming once more and I wondered briefly if they new of the spell, the 'incestuous spell' or 'damned bloody spell' as I chose to call it.

I started down the stairs and was soon immersed in the comings and goings of my family and friends, although one face was missing!

Ignoring the stabbing pain in my chest when realising this I moved outside and took a few very much needed lungful of air.

The sight my eyes met was- paralysing.

Orange! Everywhere you looked there was orange. Orange banners, orange tables, orange chairs, orange table cloths, orange sparklers in the border and every single orange food you can think of plus some that weren't originally orange.

Shaking my head I moved towards the groaning table and found my place card amongst the many florescent orange bits of paper. I soon found it and was glad to note that George's was next to me. I may have been fighting with him but I missed him terribly.

Slowly the table began to fill up with people as more and more guests arrived, until eventually only George's place was left to occupy.

Mum of course was in her element chatting to one of our many cousins or second cousins or something.

"You see it's lovely when we have this celebrations because my boys come home," she said beaming at Bill and Charlie, "and seeing as we have nine birthdays a year-"

"Mum you know we cant come home for EVERY birthday." Charlie reproached lovingly.

"Oh well you need to find some nice young ladies to settle own with and then you can stay here or at least be forced to visit more often to show me my grand children!"

Only I saw the way Charlie's hand gripped Bill's hand tightly under the table at this as Bill calmly stroked it to soothe him.

I turned away. This indeed was a problem and I had often thought on it. There was no way I was going to pretend to settle down happily with the RIGHT sort of girl. I also couldn't stand the idea of either George or I changing our appearance to appear like any other couple to the outside world.

We also wouldn't be able to have children- not together at any rate.

I tuned back into the conversation just as the alcohol was cracked open. Mum who had already consumed rather more than her fair share seeing as she had cooked dinner, was nattering on happily, a faint flush to her cheeks- completely unaware of Bill and Charlie's pain.

"You see I always thought you'd find a nice young girl and settle down EARLY Bill, you were always that type, jump in feet first without thinking of the consequences- but I always new you'd pick the right one. Whereas Charlie takes his time- he always considers things from every angle and yet more often that not considers his conclusions invalid and jumps in head first anyway so you see I rather expected to have them nicely married off by no-"

"Mum please!" Bill said desperately trying to subtly comfort Charlie who was ashen and shaking quite noticeably.

"I can just imagine their children, all red haired cherubs an-"

Suddenly Charlie darted to his feet, his chair crashing to the ground as he ran to the house."

"Oops" Giggled our more than tipsy mother, "Did I upset him?"

Bill got to his feet his own body shaking although with anger instead of distress. "Yes mum I think you did!" His voice managing to remain steady despite his clenched fists. With that he turned and headed up to the house.

I could understand their reactions, I felt a mixture of anger and hurt myself. I knew my mother couldn't know and that the things she was saying were said in innocence but still…

My thoughts were interrupted as my mother shook her head at her eldest actions and spotted- George coming towards us.

"George you're late! Go and sit by Fred there's a good boy and apologise to Ron for your lateness will you?"

He nodded and sat down beside me, taking a plate and loading it with food before leaning towards Ron and muttering "Sorry, emergency at work!"

I frowned, emergency at work? What so important that they'd need George to- and then I knew, it wasn't work it was Percy! He'd been with him! HE was the emergency and he'd missed the beginning of Ron's birthday celebration because of it!

At first I saw red! But then I thought of the reasons why. Percy needed him and he had gone and I remembered the amount of times he had given up things for others or sacrificed something or let someone else down… the amount of times he'd done it for me!

And in that moment I forgave him and flayed myself for being such a selfish, needy, prick!

Tentively I placed a hand on his leg… only to have it brushed off angrily. But of course not one to give up easily I lent in, boy did I have one hell of a trump card up my sleeve!

"Oh but my greedy hands

Would wander silken thighs"

As I whispered this, my hand firmly attached itself to the inside of his thigh and started to move steadily upwards.

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Discreetly wiping my hand on an orange serviette, I turned to look at someone opposite me to the right of George who was trying to get my attention.

"I think it's great that you two are so close!"

We froze.

"Twins are so great! I wish I had one of my own!"

I smiled in relief and hugged George closer to me.

"Yes we are very close." I said to her.

And to him I whispered, my breath rustling through his hair,

"I've been a fool.

I love you.

Forgive me."

Hehe aint I a meanie?