The next few days passed just fine. I stopped crying myself to sleep, stopped cutting, stopped trying to keep George in the dark. Still… Something was missing.

Me and George are famous at Hogwarts for their pranks and practical jokes. A little too famous. It was already nearing Christmas break and we hadn't pulled one yet. Teachers were "Twin Proofing" their classrooms and offices and Filch and the Prefects were patrolling around the clock.

"I guess they think that they've got us then, don't they Fred?" George had a maniacal smile on his face and the look that meant that he'd come up with something big. No, huge. Enormous. "A Weasley special, eh?" I asked but knew that he wouldn't answer. We're in the Gryffindor common room on a chilly Saturday night. There are too many people around for him to let me in on whatever he had planned. Which means whatever he has planned is likely to get us expelled or detention for the rest of our time at Hogwarts.

I love it.

He catches my eye and, taking his cue, I smile the same smile and announce that I'm turning in. George joins me on my way up to our room and takes my hand in his. He's been doing that a lot lately. I guess he just doesn't want to loose me.

He's sweet.

Once we get to our room I shut the door behind us and go to sit on his bed. He sits down next to me and is quick to roll up my sleeves. The scars are slowly fading. He checks for new ones. There are none. "I love you", he says and pulls me in for a long hug. While we're so close I breath in his scent. He smells amazing. Like…..there's no other way to describe him….Like George.

"What did you have planned?" I say as he finally lets go.

"I can't tell you that, Fred."

"Why not?"

"Well then, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" He laughs and runs a hand through my long hair.

"But, we usually do them together!" I protest, but to no avail. He places his index finger over my mouth and then grins even wider. It's times like this that I wonder if he thinks of me as more than a brother, more than a best friend. Like…

"Well, goodnight." Fred brought me back to the real world. I went back over to my own bed and tears flowed involuntarily from my eyes. George was bringing back that feeling in me. Loneliness. I made sure to stifle my sobs in my pillows so that no one would hear. By no one I mean George. I slowly fell asleep, my mind still on the perfect image of my twin.

I cant seem to find anyone here. Darkness. I am drenched in a pool of liquid. I scoop some into my hands to taste it, but I already know what it is. Blood. My blood. No. George's blood. He is laying next to me, a note clenched in his right hand. It reads: 'I love'. The rest is all scribbles.. He must have died before he could finish it. It was made out to….George? Wait! This isn't George's body, it's mine! Those cuts were deeper than I thought! I don't want to die! I stopped! I tried to stop! I stopped for him! Red tears drip down off of my chin and I weep over the pile of forgotten flesh that is my own. Can't anybody find me? Where have I hid myself? I feel around in the darkness. A sink? A….bathtub? The bathroom! Someone has to find me, quickly! I can still feel my own pulse. A sliver of light and the door opens. It's George! GEORGE! He takes one look at me and doubles over. Grasping either side of the toilet bowl he throws up. He can't even bare to look at me. He doesn't even bother to check and see if I'm gone! I have to reach him somehow…

I woke up in a cold sweat. Jesus it's hot. Maybe it's just me. I felt an arm around my waist and I turn slowly to find George. He must have noticed again and came to comfort me. I look him over. He is the image of a perfect human being. Much like I used to be before I was overtaken by these feelings.

He's not that tall, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in muscles.

His bright red hair falls in his face and it looks as though there are dried tears running down his cheeks. He cried himself to sleep. Over me.

"George?" I make sure that he's asleep before turning and placing a light kiss on his lips.

I wish… were the last two words I remember thinking that night before I fell asleep.

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Author's notes: Sorry…was working in the moment. It'll get lighter…