I awoke on Christmas Eve and automatically looked at the back of my left hand. The scar would stay there for a while, and the pain would too. I felt something move against my back; a hand snaked around my waist. George. I turned over carefully trying not to wake him. I was glad that I didn't. I looked at him through sleepy eyes and smiled. His ginger hair was a mess and fell over his right eye and he was snoring quietly. His shirt was thrown on the edge of the bed and still had blood on it from last night. Damn that was stupid of me. My mind raced over last nights events for a moment until I decided to go back to sleep. I rested my head on George's and breathed in deeply. He smelled wonderful. I closed my eyes.

I open my eyes slowly only to see that George is no longer there. Damn. Lonely again. Christmas eve and I can't even spend it with him, now. He's probably off working on my surprise. After all of this, it better be good! I got up and went down to the Common Room. No one else was there. Probably all outside playing in the snow. I looked out the window and I was right. Over by Hagrid's cabin, Harry, Ron and Hermione were having a snowball fight. Neville and Ginny and others were hanging out over by the greenhouses.

I spotted George and my heart lit up and then sank fast. George was with Lee. Not just with Lee, he was with Lee. They were snogging over by the a big oak tree. I- I- I don't believe it! How could he? And after everything we've been through together. "OUCH!" It came loud and hoarse from my mouth and I caressed my left hand. The scar was bleeding again. How? My eyes were watering again and I threw open the window. George caught sight of me and mouthed "I'm sorry". It was too late for that now, though. I ran out of the Common Room and through the hallways, hoping to find some relief.

I decided to go to the Room of Requirement. The door was there. Good, then no one else was in it. I frantically opened the door only to find someone else sitting on a huge sofa in the middle of a large room. Someone… someone crying? I inched closer, only to realize that the person crying was none other than Draco. His silver hair hung wet over his face and he was crying silently to himself. He didn't seem to notice that I was there. He wasn't the first person I thought to see in here…actually, I was hoping to be alone. But, for some reason, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Are- Are you okay?" I could tell that I had startled him a little. He looked up and, to my surprise, grabbed me. He hugged me? "I- I'm fine. Damn Weasleys, always meddling." Draco was still sobbing into my neck. He held me tight and continued to cry. I kissed his forehead and told him that what ever was bothering him, he could tell me. We sat that way until, finally, we both fell asleep.

I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own. It wasn't George's either. In fact, the sheets were an emerald green and silver. I looked at the smaller boy who was huddled against me. His silver hair was perfect and he was stirring as well.

"Good morning." Draco grinned up at me. I gasped for air, I couldn't keep still. I didn't know what was going on. I looked around to see that we were in a Slytherin dormitory. But there was only one bed. I thought… I thought that was all a dream! The next thing I knew, I couldn't breath and someone was holding me tight at the waist. "You're having a panic attack! Hold still and try to breath. Just- Just calm down, love!" Draco's voice came. It wasn't steel and cold at all, though. He had terror and worry in his voice and he was crying on my back and he called me…love?

After another minute or two, I got my breathing back under control. The first thing that came to my mind was how.

"What- What happened?" I asked frantically.

"A panic attack. Calm down or it'll happen again." Draco said, still holding my waist.

"No, not the panic attack. How did I get here?"

"Don't you remember?"

"You found me in the-

"The Room of Requirement. Yeah, and you were crying and I was too. I remember that much. But I thought that was just a dream!" I was now sitting on the edge of Draco's bed. His hands caressed my bare arms and ran over all of the scars from the night before. I winced a little when he got to my left hand. "Does it still hurt?" Draco asked with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite place.

"No." I lied. So Lee and George wasn't a dream? I couldn't tell where the dream ended and reality began. I hoped at least that much was a dream. "It was for George, wasn't it?" Draco's voice was down to a whisper. "I…yes. Well, it was." I felt my eyes start to water.

"You two break up or something?"

"Not exactly. I saw him snogging Lee this morning and I sorta figured that it was over. Christmas eve and he couldn't even spend it with his twin." I was crying now. Draco kissed away the tears gently and tilted my head up to look at him. "I'm sorry. I know it may not mean much, but I really am. He doesn't know what he threw away and he doesn't deserve you." Draco leaned close and closed his lips around mine.

Draco's kiss was gentle and loving. He didn't use any tongue. He probably figured that I'd freak out it he did, since I didn't remember any of what happened this morning. He broke the kiss, but kept his face close to mine. "It's Christmas Eve, you know. You should go back to him and find out if what you saw was a dream or not. You don't seem to know yourself." Draco seemed to understand me perfectly. I'd never really thought of him as a…well, a person. He actually cares? I- Wow. He tastes like heaven.

"You should go, now."

"I will. Just- thank you." I was blushing, hard.

"You can do that later, if you like. Please…" Draco hesitated for a moment. "If what you saw is true and you want to get away from it all…the password is Enigma." Draco looked down at his feet as if scared that I would reject his offer. "I- I will." I heard myself say as I got off of the bed. I left the and headed down the stairs into the Slytherin Common Room. There were one or two Slytherin's there, but they didn't seem to mind my being there. I left and slowly made my way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. I stopped, just beside the portrait of the Fat Lady.

What if it's all true? I'll go back to Malfoy, then. No, not Malfoy, Draco. I….I can't believe any of this, but it all feels so real. That's because it is real; not another dream. But what if he denies it. He could be lying. And if he isn't? What about Draco? I can't just leave him like that. I think…I think I have feelings for him. I do. I don't know what to do, what to think. Maybe-

Just then, the door to the Common Room swung open and Ron and Hermione were walking out together. "Hey!" they both greeted cheerily. "Oh- um- hi. Hey, listen. Did you two see anything…unusual outside today?" I asked cautiously. "Unusual?" Hermione's face was contorted with deep thought.

"Yes."

"Like?"

"Well, what I mean to say is did you see George outside today?"

"Yes, but that's nothing unusual. Come to think of it, where were you all day today?"

"Not myself. Neither was George."

"What do you mean?"

"George. I saw him with Lee. Not just with Lee, with Lee. They were snogging underneath the big oak by the lake." I looked down, hoping to hear a 'No they weren't.' or 'You're crazy'. But it never came. Hermione and Ron just stood there, looking very distressed. "Well I didn't see anything." Hermione looked at me with an accusing glance. Maybe she thought I was losing it. "I did." a voice came from behind the two. My head shot up. There was no mistaking the ginger hair, the mischievous grin and that damned maroon sweater that was sent to us every year. It was George.

"I did. But I can explain!" He yelled out after me. I was running down the hallway, tears flying in back of me. I can explain? Who does he think he is that he can explain cheating on me? Draco was right, he doesn't deserve me. He's just a cheating bastard of a brother!

I continued flying through the halls back to the Slytherin Portrait, George was still close behind. I guess I forgot that he could run faster than I could, or that one needed to breath to live. I fell over and hid my face in my arms and George landed right beside me. He rubbed my back, but I shook him off. "Listen. Fred, it wasn't my fault. Lee kissed me, not the other way around. I was just as surprised as you! I love you Fred…" George was now in tears himself and he held me until we both stopped crying.

When I finally looked up I saw that we were just outside of the Slytherin Common Room and the portrait seemed to be waiting on the password. "Fred, were you going to go in there?" George was still bright red from crying. I nodded, embarrassed, ashamed and confused all at the same time. "I was- I mean- what I wanted to say was…" I started, but couldn't manage to tell my brother about Draco. "It's okay, you don't have to say a word." Fred smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. After the kiss was broken I looked up to see that Draco was standing, half hidden behind the portrait, eavesdropping. The hurt look on his face and the single tear that fled from his cheek was too much for me. I looked away and mouthed, I'll come by tomorrow over George's shoulder.

"Did you say something?" George pulled away for a moment. Draco retreated into the Common Room stealthily. "No. Let's go to bed." I got up and helped my twin to his feet. He put a hand on my shoulder and bent down in front of me. "Piggy-back ride?" he grinned over his shoulder. I blushed and hopped on his back. He carried me all the way back to the dormitory. Like I've been saying, he's not that tall, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in muscles.

I still felt sorry for Draco and embarrassed that I could actually believe that my twin would betray me like that. I wanted to go back to Draco as soon as possible and explain the situation. In truth, I didn't know what I wanted to do myself. I love George, and I have feelings for Draco, too. After all, he was there for me in my darkest hour. What do I say to George?

"George?"

"Yes, love?"

"About…well it was Draco."

"What do you mean?"

"Draco. Draco and I, we- we kind of helped each other out earlier. I mean to say, that he comforted me and I, him. He told me… he told me that he has feelings for me. And I kind of think, well, that I feel the same way."

"Forge?"

"No, Gred, now's not the time for pet names. I um….I need to be alone for the night. I need to think. I still love you, I'm so sorry."

"Shut up."

My eyes began to water again and George's strong arms wrapped around me. "Shut up apologizing. I love you too. I understand, I'll leave for tonight. I hope I'll see you tomorrow, love." George kissed the top of my head, and I felt a tear hit my nose that wasn't my own. A pang of guilt hit me hard as I heard the door slam shut.

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Author's Notes - Okay, you guys. Here's an early update! I know I said Saturday but I was loosing my mind and I neeeeded to post it! I have no idea what I'm going to write next. If you have any ideas about what Fred should choose to do, then E-mail me! I just might use an idea of yours!