Category: Harry Potter

Chapter: 2

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Horror

Pairing: Fred/George, George/Harry, George/Draco(if you could even CALL that part a pairing. it's at the end anyways)

Rating: M

Warning: Language, Sexual Situations, Twincest, Shounen-ai, Yaoi, Blood, Gore, Violence

Disclaimer: No, I did not create, own, control, dominate, have, have rights, have title, hold, inherit, keep, or retain Fred, George, Harry, or anyone else for that matter in the Harry Potter world. They currently belong to J.K. Rowling...(deep sigh) The plot and the story in general, however, DO belong to me.

Author's Note: Hello again! I'm back with chapter 2! I would really like to thank you reviewers! . I'd do it personally to each one of you, but I'm a little busy right now, so I'll get to them all next chapter, I promise! And oh yeah, the way it starts may seem odd, but it's only been a week after the last chapter. Yes, rain...and then snow...I swear I'm not going in a pattern. --; For now, enjoy!

It was snowing. Everywhere. Hogwarts was coated in a thick blanket of white while the lake was frozen solid.

Today was the day we usually go home for Christmas break. Even Harry was leaving. We were going to spend Christmas together at Number Twelve, Grimauld Place this year. Sirius was sure going to be happy.

But I wasn't. I had no desire to leave this year. It wasn't the fact that weren't going to be at the Burrow, but...it was just...I didn't feel like celebrating this year. I just wanted to stay at Hogwarts.

As I sat in front of the fire in the common room, I ignored ever other Gryffindor who were currently running around and getting prepared to board the train. I sighed in exasperation as they all spoke loudly to one another and dragged their heavy trunks around.

After a few hours, the common room was much quieter and emptier save for a few last minute students. Soon enough the sound of footsteps began getting closer in my direction.

"George? Why aren't you packed yet? We're gonna be late." Fred. Of course. He always comes to me at the last minute, expecting me to be done first. Looking up at him, I shook my head while turning back to the crackling flames.

"I'm not going." I stated, feeling his look of shock on the back of my neck while lowering my gaze down to my black shoes. The couch suddenly dipped right next to me at the newfound weight of my twin as I felt his soft fingers grab my chin. Forcing me to look at him, his chocolate orbs searched my own. Probably to see what I was thinking. But he was wasting his time.

Sighing in defeat, Fred let his hand fall before turning towards the fire and leaning back against the couch. Before I could ask what he was doing, I answered my own question.

Fred was going to stay with me.

I knew it was pointless to argue since he was my brother and just as hardheaded as I was. Just as I leaned back to relax, Harry and Ron came behind us, dragging their trunks behind them.

"Hey you two, we'd better hurry if we're gonna make the train." Harry said, happiness clearly obvious at the thought of spending the holidays with his godfather. Fred looked at me briefly before turning back to the fifth years.

"We're not going."

"What! Why?" Harry yelped as I felt his gaze fall on me.

"Mum's not going to be happy about this." Ron murmured as Fred lowered his head and nodded.

"Just tell her that we missed the train and we're sorry." Like she would actually believe a word of that. But before I could question his excuse, my hand was grabbed and I was suddenly jerked towards the stairs.

Looking in front of me, I saw Harry pulling me in the direction of his room. As we ran inside, he turned and pushed me against the wall, glaring up at me from behind those round frames.

"What?" I aksed dully, causing the raven haired boy to glare harder and clench his fists that held the front of my robe.

"What do you MEAN what? You know what! Dammit George, you can't do this. I won't let you stay here alone and...and..." Harry trailed off as I sighed deeply. He hasn't spoken of me hurting myself in a long time. It sounded slightly odd even if he didn't actually say it.

"I'm not going to be alone, Harry. Fred is staying with me..." I spoke softly, trying to make him feel better, but I only caused the opposite.

Growling deep within his throat, he yanked on my robe, causing me to fall over and have his lips crush against my own. Feeling his tongue delve into my mouth for a moment, he pulled away instantly and..

SLAP!

His heavy breaths fell deaf on my ears as I raised my hand and massaged the swollen skin, keeping my head facing away from him as my hair overshadowed my eyes. For a second, I thought he would leave, but I soon felt his smaller hand gently cover my own. At the moment, I refused to look at him. His blow was hard. Almost as hard as...

"He'll never love you as much as I do, George! Never! You hurt yourself because of him...and it won't help if you're alone with him.." Shaking my head, I pushed his hand away before looking out of the window and watching the snow fall. I could feel his eyes on me. He was staring at me so hard, I could almost feel the emotion flooding the room. Guilt ridden, worried, and slightly angry.

I was suffocating.

"You're going to be late, Harry. Tell Mum that Fred and I were busy with work and couldn't make the train on time." That was even worse than what Fred said, but I didn't care anymore. Finally looking down at him, I saw his head lowered as his fists clenched and unclenched by his sides.

"I'm staying here...with you.." I heard him growl out, his teeth most likely clenched together.

"Harry...don't do this. I know you want to spend time with Sirius, so go. I'll be fine, babe.." I said, watching as he raised his head, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he attempted to fight back a smile.

He loved it when I called him babe.

Averting his gaze to the floor, he nodded. Placing my hand on his cheek, I made him look up at me as I leaned down and kissed him. Pulling away, much to his dislike, I straightened up while wrapping my arms around him and pulling the boy against me for a hug. Feeling his arms meekly wrap around my waist, I ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Go, ok? I'll be fine." I whispered, feeling him nod as I pulled away. Smiling up at me, Harry turned and ran out of the room. Sighing heavilly, I leaned against the wall. I hated lieing to him. I sure hope what I said wasn't a lie.

Pushing myself off the wall, I headed back down to the common room.

"George...when was the last time you ate?" I looked up at Fred from my book as we both sat in the Great Hall for dinner. My twin was giving me a once over as I felt my cheeks flush slightly in embarassment. Looking back up at me, I saw the worried expression as I closed the muggle book and placed it down on the table.

"I dunno...I-I mean..this morning! At breakfast, remember?" I lied while glancing down at my empty, untouched plate. I felt his eyes burning into me as I looked back up at him, trying not to look guilty.

I failed.

"George, you said you had to go to the bathroom and didn't come back. We found you in the common room sleeping." Shifting my eyes, I opened my mouth to try again, but Fred beat me to it. "And don't try to say at lunch because you didn't even come down here. You were outside on your broom." Sighing, I shook my head slowly and played with the hem of my robe.

Like he'd ever really care about my eating habits. Whatever. I was too fat for him and just needed to get thinner. If I was just that much skinnier, he'd love me. I was sure of it. He told me himself. The voice that is.

He will love you, George. Don't eat and he will be yours, he said. Inwardly smiling, I looked up to see my brother standing up. I gave him a questioning look before he sighed and motioned for me to get up.

"Come with me, please." Nodding, I grabbed my book and stook to my feet, following my twin out of the Great Hall.

After giving the password, we both climbed through the portrait hole and silently headed towards the stairs that led up to the boy's dormitories. Following my brother into our room, I stopped my tred as he stopped.

"Fred..what are..?" But I was interrupted by him turning and throwing his arms around me. I jerked in surprise as I felt the cold, wet drops on my neck.

Fred was crying!

"Fred? W-whats..wr-"

"George...I...I-I'm worried...you...you're not...eat..eating.." I felt my heart pounding as my twin hugged me closer, allowing me to wrap my arms around him. He can't be telling the truth. The voice said that he wanted me thin.

If I was thin, Fred would love me.

But at the moment, it's making him cry. I shut my eyes tightly, fighting back tears as I could almost hear the pounding of my heart. His hiccups and sobs hurt my ears, everything was too loud.

Drip.

Drip.

I could hear every drop of his tears as I bit my lip. But before I could do anything, I felt him pulling away.

Opening my eyes, I watched as the redhead looked up at me, tears silently streaming down his freckle covered cheeks. Searching my Mocha orbs, I felt his hands sliding up my chest to the clasp of my too big robe. The once fitting fabric fell down my shoulders to the ground as our gazes remained locked.

Our breathing became heavier as Fred moved his hand to the hem of my jumper. Slowly sliding it up, I raised my arms and head as the large sweater was discarded. Oh god...

Looking down at my oversized dress shirt, I realized what had happened last time we were in this situation. And what it had led me to do.

"Do you trust me?" I heard him whispered, warm breath brushing my lips as I nodded.

"More than anyone else.." My heart skipped a beat as Fred unbuttoned my dress shirt. As the last one came undone, I saw the shock in my twin's eyes as they fell upon my torso.

"George.." My lids fell shut in shame as I felt his fingers hesitantly wrap around my thin hips, as if measuring them. His digits, shaking a little too much for comfort, then moved to glide up my stomache towards my protruding rib cage. Gently, as If I were to break at even the slightest of touches, Fred slid his fingers up to my neck and shoulders.

Slowly opening my eys, I caught my brother's tearful gaze as he lowered his hands down my arms, catching the thin fabric and causing it to slide down instantly. My eyes widened in shock as I saw him look at my arms.

No...

This wasn't supposed to happen...

Fred was...looking at...my..scars..

"Geo...George..wha.." I could feel myself shaking uncontrolably as the tears flew freely down my cheeks. Never...He was never supposed to see those...

I felt my legs give out as I fell to my knees, my hands covering my face as I shut my eyes, trying to hide from his gaze. I wanted to run. To just get as far away from him as I could.

I couldn't breathe.

The air was too thick.

But my legs didn't want to work. I was trapped. Trapped in the hole that I had dug for myself.

I heard Fred kneel down next to me as I let out a choked sob. This wasn't happening. It wasn't. But I suddenly felt his warm fingers wrap around my wrists and pull on them, forcing my hands away from my face.

"George, look at me." I opened my eyes as the tears continued to flow rapidly. Breathing in jagged breaths, I looked up into my twin's orbs. Instead of disgust and hatred, I saw fear...but with a mix of love.

Averting his gaze to my wrists that he had in his hand, Fred pulled it up and gazed at the marks. I hated them so much at the moment. Looking down at him, I felt a sudden shiver course through my body as my brother planted a soft kiss to the most recent scar.

Switching to my other wrist, he repeated the gesture, causing the same bodily reaction. Looking back up at me, I watched as tears slid down his cheeks, immediately falling upon my arms. Blinking, I allowed my own tears to cascade as I breathed heavilly.

"George...promise...me something." Fred whispered, dropping my wrists as he raised his hand to caress my cheek, catching a few drops on his digits.

"W-what?" I choked out, moving my shaking hands to grab his pant covered thighs. My twin moved closer so that our noses touched and I could feel every breath he took.

"Promise me, you won't ever cut again."

"I...I promise." I replied, closing my eyes as he pressed his lips against my own, moving his hands to the back of my neck to pull me closer. Gripping his thighs, I kissed back, moaning as tears continued to stream down my flustered cheeks.

I couldn't explain it, but I thought I could feel eyes on me, burning. Burning into the back of my head.

But soon enough, it slipped my mind as I came to realize that we had moved to my brother's bed.

Letting his tongue slide in between my lips, I groaned as I shot my own wet muscle to greet his. I could feel his hands stroking m sides gently as our legs intertwined. How is this happening?

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Not that I was complaining, but..

Pulling away with a moan that caused me to shudder, Fred exhaled while laying back over me, pushing his head into the crook of my neck. Giving it a quick kiss and a nip, I groaned while clutching his robe covered shoulders.

"I love you..so much.." I heard him murmur into my neck as I smiled, something I hadn't done in a long time. This must be a dream. If it is...I hope I never wake up.

"I love you too." I said, turning my head to plant a soft kiss to his cheek. Sighing, I slid my hand down to the clasp of Fred's robe. Undoing it, I slid the black fabric down his shoulders and discarded it to the floor.

Feeling him sit up, I watched with half-lidded eyes as he began to undress. As he unbutton his dress shirt, I gazed at his slightly muscular chest from years of playing Quidditch. I remember when I used to look exactly like him.

Twin Bodies.

But now...we looked different. Complete opposites. One healthy and one morbidly skinny. Disgusting. Blinking, I watched as the thin white fabric fell from his arms, leaving us both half naked.

Reaching up, I shyly slid my fingers down his beautiful chest, feeling myself blushing in shame at my own ugliness.

Grabbing my hands, Fred pulled them to our sides while laying back on top of me. Pushing his lips against mine for a brief kiss, he then pulled away and rested his head by my neck again.

"Night." My brother whispered as I sighed, feeling sleep coming over me.

"Night." I replied, closing my eyes. But just as I slipped away into unconsciousness, a voice muttered angrillly through my head.

This isnt over, boy. You will obey my orders no matter what.

To be continued...

Author's Note: Meep! I think this is shorter than my last chapter, but whatever! . I updated didn't I? Well, I'm not too fond of the ending line, but I had to put it in. Well, I was reading ahead to what I wrote and, as you know, I'm not very happy with this story, but I'm posting it anyways. Be happy. :) Hopefully, if I get more reviews, I'll update sometime soon. Maybe next week, or the week after! I dont know. We'll just have to wait and see.

Oh! And just so you know. I updated this cuz I was in a happy mood. About an hour ago, the mail guy rang my doorbell. I looked out and saw him put the package down and walk away. Grabbing the box, I opened it and was then a happy girl. I GOT MY SANJI AND KAKASHI-SENSEI PLUSHIES! EEEEE:hugs them both to death: Yeah, so what? I love Naruto and One Piece...can't help it. . And if I get my wallscroll, my gold chocobo watch, or my Naruto headbands in the mail soon, then you just might see an update sooner then expected! 3333 Review please!