Disclaimer: No I don't own this delightful twosome much as I'd love to and turn it into a threesome. yum!

Might be an idea to listen to 'Within Temptations' song 'Angels'

Thump… Thump …Thump I heard George finish up in the bathroom, the pain in my chest travelling up to my throat as my heart thumped painfully in my chest.

Thump…Thump…Thump I heard the hinges on the door squeak, as it slowly swung open.

Thump…Thump…Thump And then George walked cheerfully through – as if my world hadn't shattered around me, as if I couldn't see images of him and Percy in the moonlight – together.

Thump… "Right what I was going to tell you was… Fred? You alright bro?"

Bro? Bro, was that all I was to him? A brother and a handy fuck? Well if that was the case then which brother was he talking to? Silently I handed him the diary.

His blue gaze swept over the page his eyes widening and his face rapidly paling.

Looking back up at me he knew… knew that there was nothing he could say – nothing in the world he could say to make this better, to make me better.

Didn't stop him from trying though.

"Look Fred… It didn't mean anything I swear-" He went on and I tuned him out and went to stand by the window as he babbled on. It was raining, like tears, like the world was crying my pain and it were on display for all to see.

So pretty, such pretty pain.

All I could think was betrayal and all I could taste was deceit and lies, like thick, tasteless toffee on my tongue.

"And I never meant to keep it from you I swear-"

Jesus was he still going on? How long does take to say I slept with my brother, you know the one that isn't you.

"Fred, please?" Please what? What was please and why? Did please matter or help? Did it numb or console? Did it rectify problems previously untold?

I could feel him get up and move closer to me and the pain intensified. I couldn't handle this…

His hand barely touched my shoulder before I shrugged it off, swung round and punched him in the face.

He reeled back and hit the wall and I almost laughed at the predictable action of him cupping his nose.

"You had such scruples?" He flinched as I tried and failed to keep my voice for the most part, pain free.

I walked a little closer and even I could tell how predatory my gait was, how my eyes never strayed from his.

"You fought me… every step of the way! Because you said it was wrong, because you were ashamed of your feelings and yet you were not so ashamed that you couldn't succumb to our older brother… under the moonlight!"

I spat the last words as if they were a curse. Perhaps a crucio!

"Moonlight and Roses. Was it perfect George? Your first time I mean. Was it as 'special' as it's supposed to be?"

He said nothing, just kept his eyes on mine wary of the anger he knew I was only just suppressing.

I turned away and threw my arms up, "I can't stop thinking about it! All I can SEE is y-" I choked brokenly, "You and h- him t-" Swallowing roughly again I squeezed my eyes shut but the images kept coming.

George's silken thighs around another – our brother.

I could see the motion of their bodies, so beautiful with me but so grotesque with anyone else.

I could hear the little gasps he always made before he came, see his ecstasy-seized features in the shadow of him!

I needed to get away before I hurt my twin – now!

Spinning towards the door I ran. Ran through the door and out into the hallway and on through the many hallways of Hogwarts.

On and on past classrooms and tapestries and nooks and crannies and blank walls with blanker windows until colours blurred and objects disappeared.

Until I reached the entrance hall and stood in the middle of it trying to catch my breath. But soon I could feel the eyes of many bystanders upon me and this was an intensely private pain that had to be kept away fore if it were hidden and repressed I would go mad.

Out onto the grounds and into the rain where my feet pounded to the beat of my heart and my real tears mixed with natures.

Tripping and stumbling I made it to the patch of forest behind Hagrid hut where I finally slowed to a faltering walk. Strangely the deep breaths I was forced to take distracted me from the very real pain in my chest that was proving very hard to get rid of.

The tears kept flowing as I kept walking, would I ever get over this? Was it the end for George and I?

I walked round the edge of the forest not paying any mind to where I was going or why, which is probably why coming upon the garden was such a shock.

There were thousands of white roses. Thousands and millions of blooming white roses, continuously opening and closing.

Looking around I realised that in my haze I had missed the banishment of the day and coming of night. Accompanied by the moon.

Looking to the middle of the garden I briefly wondered if that was where…

Before looking away tears once again clogging my throat.

The rain had not let up and I was drenched and sodden – I did not care.

Perhaps I would die? Hypothermia, wizarding freeze? I could so easily just let it all go just die quietly right there.

Yes, yes what a good idea, I thought moving further into the garden and listlessly plucking up a rose that strangely enough continued to bloom in my fingers.

So I curled up in the centre of the garden, beneath pounding rain and went to sleep, the rose fluttering open and closed next to my heart.

I heard a buzzing to my right and attempted to frown, what the hell was that and why wouldn't it piss off and leave me be?

It got clearer and louder as I broke the surface of sleep.

It was a voice muttering over and over, something about being sorry and please wake up so they could make it right.

I shook my head in irritation because they wouldn't stop but this was a mistake as it hurt. Merlin it hurt.

The voice stopped when I did that and I opened my eyes to see why.

The light hurt my eyes it was so bright, so it was a relief when someone's head got in the way. Someone very beautiful. Someone with coppery locks and piercing blue eyes – pale freckled skin and lips that just begged to be touched with my own. They looked quite ethereal with the light framing their face like that.

"Fred?" The voice from before whispered, only now it wasn't irritating – now it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.

Cheekily I looked up at them, "Who is that and are you an angel?"

Oh deary me.