How sad I am to say goodbye to home.
Never too see it again until Christmas.
Breakfast seems to go by slower than usual. Percy is droning on and on about his job at that dreadful ministry place. One can only hope they dont turn out as boring as my brother Percy.
He thinks he is so important. So righteous. But I know his secret. I know what he's hiding.
God forbid I let it slip, his reputation would be ruined for life.
I know my father's secret as well, since it is the same as Percy's. They think that they are the only ones that share it.
But I hear them at night when no one else is home.
Me and Fred both know what goes on behind those closed doors.
If our secret ever got out, Father will keep his mouth shut.
As Percy finishes, I smile. That stupid git, I think to myself, How he thinks he's become so much better than the rest of his family. Well I know a few things that would stand the ministry's hairs on end. I snicker to myself, and I catch Fred's eye. I know he is thinking the same as me, because he winks and squeezes my thigh.
As I was just taking the last bite out of my sausage, mother exclaims that today we need to go school shopping. I roll my eyes in protest, for it was my least favorite thing to do. But she insists that we get it done now, we've already waited long enough.
We travel by Floo powder to Diagon Alley, me and Fred both hoping we'll see some people we know. I let slip to Ron that his left shoe was untied. Fred groans in protest and whispers to me, "I was going to use that shoe charm on him..." I snickered. Fred had used that charm on many a poor victim. With just a flick of his wand the laces on both shoes would be tied together, only to have the victim trip and fall flat on his face. "I wasn't thinking," I said, "Sorry mate."
As we enter Flourish and Blotts, Fred squeezes my hand, "Look there," he whispers, "It's Potter"
I snicker. We had both had our fantasies about little Harry Potter. Although, he wasnt very little anymore.
Over the summer, Fred and I would think about what it would be like to deflower the Boy Who Lived. I thought he would be scarred for life, Fred thought otherwise. "I think he'd enjoy it," he had said, "Give him a good fuck. Might make him a little less moody."
We follow a rather excited Ron who was making his way over to Harry. We both catch Harry's eye and he smiles, "Good summer then?" he says We both nod, "And yours?" we say together, trying to bite back laughter. It was an amazing summer, I thought, If only you knew...
Harry had gotten to be outstandingly beautiful. He had lost that adolescent lankiness, and had grown into his clothes quite nicely. His hair looked as unkempt as usual. But those green eyes... And that scar.
Me and Fred had always wanted to run our fingers across that scar. To taste that flesh. To kiss those full lips. I bit my lip. The very thought of it had gotten me quite aroused and I tugged on the sleeve of Fred's robes. He gave me a puzzled look at first, then he finally realized what I was trying to get across.
We excused ourselves and hurried to the nearest public loo. Slamming the door behind him Fred winked, "Remove 'em mate." I threw my robes over the sink, and dropped my pants to my ankles. Fred locked the door and threw his robes over the sink as well.
Rolling up the sleeves to his sweater he sighed, "Poor George," he said shaking his head, "Just one look at Harry Potter and he needs a good wank"
I snickered, "Come on then Fred. I wont last all day you know."
Fred gets down on his knees and grabs my erection in his hand. I wince at first but as Fred releases his grip, I realize that he is going to suck me off instead. He closes his lips around my erection, his tongue running across the tip. I can barely keep my mouth closed. I feel him gently sucking me off, and I yank on his hair, begging him to go harder. So he does, and my fingers wrap around his long hair. I try not to pull to hard, but the sensation has me flying.
I want to thrust so badly, but I'm afraid I might choke him. I look down at him and I realize that I cant hold back any longer. I thrust into his mouth. Fred's eyes widen and he pulls away, coughing.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly, "I couldnt help it"
His face is bright red and he is holding is chest, "It's alright," he said, "Just be...gentle next time..."
There is a knock at the door, and Fred jumps to his feet. I pull up my pants, and throw my robes on. " 'Scuse us," we say together, pushing past whoever it was that was knocking. We were to embarassed, and to school girl giggly to look behind to see who it was. Hopefully it wasnt someone we knew. "They'd only think we were planting a dungbomb in there or something..." said Fred, reading my thoughts.
Back at the Burrow, we enjoyed an early supper. Ron almost choked on his roast chicken at least twice before Mum encouraged him (in yelling fashion) to take smaller bites. Afterwards, Fred and I helped clean up, doing our usual after dinner dishwashing duties. Normally, we'd try to avoid this (we usually ended paying Ron in Chocolate Frogs), but I was looking forward to having a private chat with Fred.
Drying off the very last plate, Fred gave me a nudge, "Looks as if the sky is brewing something quite nasty"
I pulled open the lace curtains to the small kitchen window and followed Fred's gaze up to the sky. I nodded in agreement as I watched the clouds move closer together, their ominous prescence blanketing the bright stars that we had noticed earlier.
And with a loud clap of thunder, the skies opened, and the rain began to fall. "Shut the windows!" I yelled to Fred who was trying to collect several papers that had been blown across the kitchen. Frantically, we slammed the windows shut, collecting whatever debris the strong gusts of wind had blown in. "You hear that thunder?" said Ron coming down the stairs, his arms wrapped around himself, "It's positively dreadful"
"Aww," said Fred snickering, "Looks like poor ickle Ronny is scared"
Ron's face flushed bright red, "I am not!" A loud clap of thunder came rumbling through the valley, sending all three of us in mid air, "I'm just not fond of thunder!" said Ron hurrying back upstairs.
"Now look who's scared?" I said to Fred who was trembling just a little, his face a pale white. "W-w-well you jumped too!" he said smacking my shoulder playfully, "I dont like thunder that much either"
I put an arm around my twin, and we both stared out the window. The rain was falling even heavier now, huge puddles were collecting, and the little stream across the path had flooded. "You want to go outside too." said Fred smiling at me. There was a part of me that wanted to go skipping out into the rain; but that other half told me not too.
We stood there infront of the window, our fingers interlocked. I looked at Fred. Who looked right back at me. That familiar devlish twinkle was in his eye. Before I knew it I was running out the front door, hand in hand with my twin, crashing through puddles and slipping in mud.
chapter three will be up shortly!