Disclaimer and warning: This fic is written by me but the terrible twosome aren't mine. Grrr. Twincest, slash, all that good stuff! So if you don't like it, you have the option of not reading.

I was surprised at all the feedback over the months. Very cool guys! Maybe it's because the new HP movie came out? They're totally gorgeous in it, definitely.

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Chapter One: You Don't Miss Me

Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
Love me two times
I'm goin' away
(The Doors, Love Me Two Times)

Birds chirped, couples swooned happily, and everyone seemed to be in a pleasant mood. Of course, everyone excluding a certain pair of twins, who were trying hastily to get ready for a very important date. They were also trying to be as enthusiastic as possible, which was starting to be a truly horrible task.

George nimbly dodged his brother's flying pants, towel slung low around his thin waist as he stepped into the room, grinning slightly under the long red bangs covering his eyes. "Excited mate?"

Fred turned to him suddenly, biting his lip, tilting his head to the side and taking in his twin's appearance, blushing. "Put some bloody clothes on," he mumbled thickly, before pulling on a sleek black button-up shirt.

With a frown, George complied, finding a pair of trousers and quietly sliding them up his skinny thighs. Maybe he was losing weight, as Fred constantly told him, although he didn't see the difference between their bodies.

"Grumpy today, are we?"

"Just a little," Fred hissed. He was sweating. "Sorry," he finally conceded after George gave him 'the Eyes' and smiled softly. "Yeah, bit nervous. Don't think I've been on a date in forever--since Angela, you know?"

Nodding, George wrapped a gentle arm around his brother, closing his eyes. "Yeah, and we weren't exactly agreeable to this little date, eh?"

Surprisingly Fred returned the embrace tighter, smothering his face in George's clean hair. "No. And I'm not that fond of Alicia. You, Katie?"

George shook his head. "Nah, not me."

Their arms were still locked and neither really wanted to let go. But they had to, considering Fred still had no pants on, or George a shirt.

"Shit, it's almost five-thirty!" Fred huffed. "This is bollocks!"

"Bloody well is," George returned, shuffling on a green sweater and primping his hair to lay on the side on his face instead of in his eyes. That way, he and Fred could be distinguished.

When Fred had wrapped a black necklace around his neck, he pivoted and stopped cold at the site of his twin's outfit. And his hair. He looked. . . pretty. Fred shook his head. "Gred, you look like a bird!"

"What! Do not!"

Fred grinned. "Do so."

George growled. "You bleeding--you want a piece of me?"

Fred clenched his fists. "I think I do!"

"Come at me then!"

And so it began. They usually had tiny spats when they were nervous and it always ended up as a tension reliever. Fred had George pinned to the bed in record time, smirk on his face. "Won."

"Oh sod off," George hissed, rolling his eyes.

It only fueled Fred's ego, as he looked into identical orbs of blue. His hands started to shake, and his legs trembled. He got off of the bed and fled to the other side of the room, pretending to come through his hair once more. What the hell is up with me!

"Hah! Couldn't take my stare, eh? It's only natural after all."

"Oh shove it." Fred wasn't in a very good mood now, and considering throwing George from a window. He then immediately regretted it, and blushed. "Just come on, let's get there early."

George shrugged. "Wait--you need something!"

Fred raised questioning eyebrows. "What?"

But George was already surveying the room, and then shrieked with delight. "Ahah!" He threw a black blazer at Fred with a grin. "Here, that'll top off quite nice."

Smiling, Fred put it on, and took off his necklace, handing it to George. "Wear it, looks better on you anyway."

They beamed at each other happily.

o-o-o

"Fred!"

"George!"

Alicia and Katie.

George grinned at Fred and nudged him. "Well, we could always run mate."

Fred smiled wickedly. "Yeah, save it for plan B then," he snickered. They had walked hand in hand down the stairs, but now they were forced to relinquish the hold. They used to hold hands always, but then random boy's or girl's called them names or looked on in disgust, and they never did in public again. Besides, what seventeen year old needs his brother's hand to hold?

"Hey ladies, how's it hanging?" Fred chimed on schedule.

"Yeah yeah, lookin' good!" George smiled.

Alicia blushed and Katie grinned happily. "Oi! You two are the masters of flattery!"

Fred blew on his nails and rubbed his jacket with a smirk. "Comes naturally I must say. George?"

"Oh yes, naturally of course."

They chatted idly before deciding to enter Hogsmeade to grab a few butterbeers. The girl's giggled and flirted, and smiled at every opportunity while Fred and George idulged them with jokes.

When the Three Broomsticks came into view, Katie squealed with glee and grabbed George's arm, pulling them ahead. Alicia looked at Fred expectantly, and frowned when the boy made no move to hold her hand.

It's not like I want to go out with you, he wanted to scream at her, and hated to see her pouting face. As they reached the door way, he grudgingly took her hand, not missing the little happy sigh she let out.

Blimey.

George and Katie had already found a table and had order four butterbeers. Fred shook his head as he sat down next to George, who gave him a queer look and nudged him toward Alicia. Huh?

She was looking at him strangely too. What? He was just sitting next to George. . . on the other side of the table where he should be sitting next to her, his date. Crap.

He smiled politely and scooted his chair close to her. She grinned in satisfaction.

Katie had taken George's arm in a death lock. Maybe he'd form a plan to save it. God this was boring. The girl's didn't stop talking once, and only stopped to ask them obligatory questions to see if they were soaking in every word.

But Fred's eyes never strayed from George's. It was like they were communicating.

George smiled sadly and finally broke eye contact, staring intently at the table.

Fred frowned, confused at his twin's behavoir when he turned, and noticed Katie and Alicia had stopped their own conversation, looking at them with curiousity before continuing.

Ah. George's eyes connected with his again.

And the game was on.

o-o-o

TBC...

I'll actually update faster now, since you've all been so kind and reviewed! Not that I wouldn't of updated anyway, but I lost interest in the HP fandom. :(