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I stared into the mirror in absolute shock. I looked just like him… except, except in a way I didn't even compare. I couldn't put my finger to it as I looked up at him. We were identical down to the shape of those lush cherry red lips, but that was it – his lips shone invitingly, the blood pounding through them and giving them a rosy sheen that stood out against the pale of his face. Mine Lack lustre in comparison. Likewise his eyes shone just that little bit brighter and his hair was just a little deeper in colour, a little richer.

Tearing my eyes reluctantly from him I looked back down into the mirror.

Wait a moment…

"You- you kissed me!" I said bringing a finger to my own tingling mouth.

"Yes" He said simply.

"But, but I – I'm your brother, your twin!" I said gazing at him in shock.

"Yes"

Chucking the mirror aside I knelt up swiftly on the bed my horror mounting at this confusing mess I had seemingly fallen into.

"We share the same blood the same looks… we're one half of a whole and its…its wrong!"

He looked away pain marring those blissful features, "Do you honestly believe that?"

"Well yes!"

"But you kissed me back."

"Yes but that was before I knew you were related to me!"

"So you felt attracted to me."

"Ye-no… I don't know," I said weakly.

"Look I know that this all seems strange but- " He cautiously sat on the bed and blanched when I scooted as far away from his as I could, "There is an explanation."

He proceeded to tell me of a… curse of sorts, though he obviously didn't view it as one. He spoke with shining eyes and a glazed look as he recounted our albeit short romantic relationship so far. And I felt myself leaning in closer and alternatively gaping and laughing at his description of me. I could never imagine myself doing half the things he spoke of.

"So you see" he finished, "you're not wrong to feel this way… we're not wrong and you taught me that."

I looked away from him, "Could… could we put it on hold for a while…until I'm comfortable with it?"

He looked pained and disappointed but covered it easily; I suppose the whole twin thing was kicking in because it didn't work. "Okay."

Over the course of the next week George told me of my past and childhood, showing me round our old haunts at Hogwarts and trying to prompt my memory. I came to view him as my angel permanently for in my eyes he could do no wrong and so I christened him angel, much as he hated it.

He called me on it roughly six days after I woke up, we were sitting on the bleachers in the sun looking after our brooms.

"Fred?" He said squinting his eyes and scrunching up the rag he was using to polish his broom.

"Yes" I answered looking up from pruning the twigs of my own.

He didn't look at me, he hardly ever did directly, it felt… a little cold.

"Why do you call me angel?"

I smiled, "Do you not remember when I woke? I thought you were an angel."

"Yes but why, why would you think that?"

"Well I thought I was dead!"

"That's just it." He quickly swung around quickly and grabbed my arm, "That night in the rain, when they found you – it looked like you'd gone to sleep… now tell me who on earth goes to sleep in the rain? Huh who?" He started shaking my arm his expression desperate and angry, "You wanted to die didn't you? Didn't you!"

I cowered and backed up trying to get away, "I don't know, I don't know… please your hurting me!"

He let go of me swiftly plunging his head into his hands. "Who are you?" He whispered, "Your not my Fred, your so different" He raised and his head from his hands and appraised me slowly, "So innocent."

I knew it was coming and backed up quickly as he leaned forward but he effortlessly blocked my attempts to escape and wrapped his arms around me bringing his lips softly to mine. First touch and I melted right there and then. A big fat puddle of Fred Weasley on the Quidditch bleacher attempting to kiss his angel.

His lips tasted so sweet and yet spicy at the same time and I wondered if our kisses were always a mass of contradictions.

He ended it soon after and I slumped into his chest.

He sighed; "Why Fred?" and I knew he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to the person he'd lost, the person I was replacing and I hated his pain and mourned his loss.

"Look" I said tipping my head back to look at him, "I know I'm not him and I know you desperately want me to remember and I promise you I'll try… everything in my power to make you happy."

Something in his eyes sparked and I knew I'd said something right, something that reminded him of the former me.

"Thank you" He said before letting me go and grabbing his broomstick and hopping on it before saying, "Come on let's play Quidditch then!"

And I smiled and mounted my own broom before following him up into the skies.

Happier than ever because he started looking at me again.

I kept good my promise, pouring over old school books and joke items from the old days. I toured Hogwarts regularly everyday hoping to spark something in my memory and my angel became quite worried about me.

I hardly slept and barely ate I was trying so hard and focussed so entirely on trying to remember. I wanted to make him happy but not only that I wanted to be that person who could laugh and joke and fuck with him in wild abandon without a voice in my head telling me it was wrong and holding me back.

Still I ignored his pleas and entreaties, concentrating solely on my goal because I didn't believe he cared, not really because I wasn't real, wasn't whole.

One night I came back from a stroll around the grounds. I'd been circling the lake and watching the squid moving it's tentacles in a bored fashion around the lake and it had struck me how alone it must feel. Like me.

This had left me, as ever in a melancholy mood and so when I reached our rooms I was not in the best of moods.

I entered the room quietly shutting the door softly behind me.

"Your back."

"Yes"

I moved over to the bed and got changed sighing heavily all the while. Climbing into bed I just sat there as if I'd forgotten to lie down. Sifting though my mind for something.

The bed dipped behind me and warm lips dropped onto my neck, I couldn't be bothered to push him away so I simply exposed more of my neck for him and lost my self in the sensation.

"You think, try to remember and obsess far to much. You need a break."

I simply Hmmd and carried on thinking until he spun me round and latched onto my collarbone with that sinful mouth of his.

From there all thought stopped.

Until our hands were linked and he was pounding fiercely into me and I felt loved and safe and close, so close and then my world exploded in brightly colourd stars and patterns and… memories.

Dear, dear. Do tell me what you think of a submissive Fred. Aint it a change? Is it a good change?

No worries he wont stay this way, if you like it I'll make sure there's more submissiveness from Fred in the future than there was before.

Toodles.

Ooh please R&R