When I finally got up I looked at my watch and realized that it was midway through my first class already. I looked over at the boy next to me and decided not to go. How could I choose class over George? I turned to face him. He stirs and his eyes flutter open. He smiles sheepishly and yawns big.

"mmmmm.."

"George? We're missing our first class."

"I don't care."

"Me neither."

"Good."

"Why are you in my bed?" Not that I was complaining.

"I saw you practically fighting your covers and I thought I'd come over to help you win." Fred laughed.

"I…George…" He didn't let me finish. Instead he put an index finger over my mouth and took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. What's going on? Is this what I think it is?

George and I stayed that way for a while. I heard the sounds of people filing into the Common Room below and I considered moving the other boy back to his bed, but decided to take my chances staying with George.

He opened his eyes and leaned in close.

I wanted to lean forward and close the gap between us. I decide against it. He was still smiling, and he seemed to be waiting for me to do something. He's so beautiful. I turned around and tried my hardest to go back to sleep. After a while I heard snores coming from behind me and I started to turn back around when I felt George's arm wind around me again. George moved over and spooned with my body perfectly; we were made for each other. I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck and his lips on my cheek.

"Fred. Turn around and kiss me"

I can't believe my ears. Did he just--

"Fred, I know you're not sleeping. Turn around and kiss me you idiot!" George's voice came from behind me. I slowly turned around to face my twin. He looked deep into my eyes and then, closing his own, wrung a hand through my hair and drew me in for a kiss. Lips parted, moans left them, wet, sweet, all of this overtook me. In that exact moment I felt something. It was like a weight that had been there before was lifted off of my heart and I didn't feel lonely anymore. I had him. I had George.

We didn't break the kiss until we were about to pass out. I looked at George. He was panting, hard, but still smiling that trademark Weasley smile. When we recovered, I was the first to speak.

"I love you."

"I love you more, you git!"

We both laughed and George reached for my shirt. I froze up a little and he laughed louder. "Don't worry about it, babe." George smiled again and I nodded my head. I let him lift off my shirt feeling my cheeks starting to burn. "You… you are so beautiful. I'm so ugly. I'm sorry!" I sobbed and buried my head in his chest. He put his strong arms around me and hushed me.

"You're still beautiful. Please, just because your body isn't all you want it to be doesn't mean that you're not . You're sensitive, you're warm, you're smart and fun to be around. You're human. And so am I. Stop telling yourself that you're ugly, because I wouldn't be right here if I thought that. And you don't want me to start believing you, do you? Head up!" George whispered and tilted my chin up with his fingers.

He kissed me again. This time less passionately and more fierce. He bit down hard on my lower lip and chuckled as I whimpered. He knew he had me at bay. I would let him take me right now if he wanted to.

He must have been reading my mind.

His hands roamed all over my chest and stomach, around my back and up and down my arms. I flinched for only a second and then remembered what he said. I am beautiful. He nibbled on my ear and down my strong jawbone. He started to suck at the skin on my neck, an orgy of flesh and tongue and teeth and lips. I hurriedly tore off my pants, throwing them behind the bed.

George took out his wand and muttered something, pointing at the curtains. He reached for them and was held back by some kind of barrier. He whispered something else and opened his mouth wide. A yawn? No, a silencing charm. On both of us. He climbed on top of me and bent me in half. I replied by wrapping my legs around his neck. He smiled and pulled a little bottle out of his discarded pajama bottoms.

From there everything was a blur of creamy skin, freckles and the sweet smell of sweat. The last thing I remember was screaming Georges name with a mute voice. He collapsed on me and we stayed that way until morning.

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Author's Notes: Hoped you liked it. There WAS a more graphic version of this chapter, but I decided against it. Send me an e-mail if you want the whole thing, and I'll send it back.