Disclaimer & Warning: Not mine. Twincest. Slash. AUish.
Synonymy
Saves You
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me
(The All American Rejects, Move Along)
The next few days were show and routine. The twins laughed, and joked, and simply had a marvelous time on the outside of their dreary, confused world. Alicia was always with Fred, when George wasn't, but Katie avoided them both like the plague. George didn't even flinch when Fred would take Alica by the chin, and kiss her.
On the inside, however, was a different story entirely.
His heart would clench, spit out some beats erratically, he wouldn't stop thinking--his brain going a mile a minute. He would ache.
That's why...
"Are you ready there, George? Lunch ay?"
A hand around his waist momentarily startled the redhead out of his thoughts, catching another searing kiss Fred graced that... girl with, and frowned. It quickly left his face as he smiled up at Oliver Wood.
"Right."
George really didn't feel different, having a boy clutching you close instead of a bird. It was sort of natural. Maybe, no he knew, that was why he wasn't attracted to Katie Bell. And seriously, Oliver was a lot hotter. George smiled. By far.
"So where are we sitting, eh?"
"I don't care."
"You don't? But you and Fred..."
George grinned, taking Oliver's hand. "--Are not connected by the hip. We can sit with your friends, if you think they wouldn't heckle and such."
It was only a five minute decision...five minutes ago, actually... Oliver asked George while he was reading (hah, what a horrible day!), and somehow, he croaked out a yes. Fred certainly didn't know.
So now there they were, standing just outside the expansive dining hall, ready to make their grand debut. "Scared?" Oliver whispered playfully in his ear.
He squeezed the other boy's hand, smirking. "Never."
He got a toothy grin in reply.
Stepping in didn't arouse any sudden suspicions, until a few children noticed George and Oliver's interlocked hands, and started whispering. By the time they got to the Gryfindor table, everyone was looking at them curious. George missed Katie's shocked face and Fred's narrowed eyes as he sat beside Oliver.
He prayed as he ate.
o-o-o
Oliver was nice enough to accompany him to his bedroom, even kissing him goodnight. George allowed it and left with a slight smile curving his perfect lips. When he entered his bedroom, he was immediately pinned against the door by a strong body. A knee lodged between his legs, keeping him there.
Fred hissed in his ear. "You didn't bloody tell me you liked blokes!"
George sighed, and stopped struggling. "I didn't even know, until today... when Oliver asked me out... and I thought, y'know maybe he's not so bad! So... please don't be mad Freddy," he whispered gently, hoping that Fred would simply understand.
Fred let up and started pacing, a bad habit he was starting to acquire. George sat on their shared bed, only now realizing that no one was in the room. I--we used to be so careful. Now we think with our hearts instead of our heads. I hate it!
"I just... I don't know. You have a right to date, yes, I get that. But Oliver?"
George smiled, but it died off his face at Fred's glare. "He's quite charming, actually."
Snorting Fred sat beside his twin, and wrapped a shaking hand around his shoulder. "If you like those types, I suppose." He grinned slightly at his younger brother. "So I'm not mad at you..."
George shrugged. "Why would you be?"
"I don't know."
"I was mad at you, though..." George admitted softly. Fred turned to him with wide eyes.
"Alica?"
"Yes. You betrayed me," George hissed bitterly, crossing his arms across his chest. "What do you see in her, really?"
Fred replied without skipping a beat. "Nothing. Only you," he groaned. "I can pretend--"
"Stop it! Stop it stop it stop IT!" George bit his lip, covering his ears with his hand in hopes his twin would go away. Just go away! He couldn't take this.
But Fred wouldn't relent. "We need to talk about this George. I don't care if you listen or not. I'm ready to explain." Fred whispered a silencing charm on their bed and closed the curtains, before taking George's wrist, ripping it away from the shaking boy's head.
He tenderly took George's face in his hands, and put it on his chest as he laid back down, clutching his brother close. "I don't love Alica. I love you. Everything that we are, everything that makes you you is what I want. The only thing. I could face a thousand He Who Must Not Be Named if only I could know you would love me back. George I--"
"Fred no... don't say such a thing. Please..."
Fred went on, tears slipping down his face as his fingers played with ginger strands. "I can't control these feelings any longer, Georgie. I can't. Just listen and then do what you like. I don't care anymore."
George flinched, but nodded.
"Alica means nothing to me. Nothing. She's replaceable. I used her to keep you safe... from this. But now, it's all becoming too much. Seeing you with Oliver, it just broke something already starting to snap. I'm admitting to myself that I love you, George, only. And whether y'feel the same..."
"Oh Gred, I do... just...what would everyone say, about us?"
Fred shrugged. "I don't know Forge. I suppose we wouldn't tell them, y'know?"
George sat up. "But I don't want to live a lie! And if you think I'd share you with that scarlet--"
"What about Oliver-boy eh?" Fred returned, equally angry.
"But Oliver isn't only out for one thing--"
"I don't bloody care--you're mine."
The tension grew between them, both glaring intensely before George stood. "Fine, then this conversation was a useless piece of bollocks!"
He left.
Fred's fist smacked against the pillow, teeth clenching angrily.
"But you're being selfish!"
Silence.
Fred went after George.
He ran down the long stairs, slowing when he spotted bright red hair, shoulders shaking as he stood there alone, in the middle of the common room, looking so lost and sad. Fred quickly hugged him from behind. "George," he whispered soothingly. "I'm sorry. If I give her up for you, you will do the same...? It just can't be onesided, my love."
"I know," he whispered, rubbing his eyes furiously.
"And?" Fred asked hopefully.
George turned, biting his lip and clutched his twin closer. "I will. But he'll wonder."
"Let him," was Fred's immediate response.
Slowing, they inched toward one another before the tension became too much, the expectation too great. Fred grabbed George's slim waist, George taking his shoulder.
Fred's lips crashed down to George's, who accepted them with a knowing smile.
It was sealed.
They were committing the ultimate sin.
But neither seemed to care.
o-o-o
TBC... if people are still with this story by now. Sorry! One chapter left, I'm thinking. Maybe two...
Right, uhm... -blushes- it's been a while since I've written for this, and for the life of me I can't remember how to spell "Gryfindor". I hope it's correct, my apologies!