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NOTE: the italics are George's flashbacks to his memory about his first kiss with Fred.

"You're beautiful," I heard him whisper in my ear as we lay in our bed together, our arms wrapped around eachother. His nose was buried into the back of my neck and I could smell the scent of rain float through my window. I watched as the droplets collected into puddles beneath my window sill.

I could smell his scent, that usual mint scent that lingered on his breath, but now it was crossed with the scent of fresh rain. I closed my eyes and breathed him in, in a few days we'd be leaving for Hogwarts - and I knew that when we got there, we wouldnt be able to be with eachother like this again.

The only sound in the room was the soft echo of Ron's snores, and the faint breathing of my twin. "I dont want to go back to school," he whispered, "I wont be able to be with you"

I nodded, "I know. But there are places where we can be alone. Yet, we cant be alone like this." I hear him sigh softly, his grip around my torso getting tighter, "I love you so much," he whispered into my ear, "I cant bear to think of us being apart at all."

I couldnt bear the thought of it either. Ever since we had shared our first kiss together, I knew our love was different.
We would walk down the halls at school, watching the couples around us - walking hand in hand, kissing when they thought no one was watching.
I remember wishing that we could do the same thing. Just being accepted for who we were.

I was thirteen years old when it happened. "George!" I heard a voice screaming in my sleep, "George! Wake up! Wake up"
My eyes fluttered open and I was face to face with my twin, "George! You wont believe what I just found"
"Wha-?" I said mid yawn, "What on earth is it Fred? What is it...like 4 in the morning? Your going to wake everyone up"
"But this is amazing!" he said pulling on my arm, "I found this passageway behind the bookcase in the common room! You have too come see it"
"Later on..." I groaned, "I want to sleep"
"Nooo..." said Fred, his fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist, pulling me out of my bed, "You really have too see this!"

So I followed Fred downstairs, groggy and bleary eyed. "Watch this," he said waving his wand in the air. I could hear him mumbling some sort of charm, and then all of a sudden the bookcase sprouted legs and jumped aside, and in it's place was a very old and splintered wooden door.
"Whats behind there?" I said, eyeing the rusted handel suspiciously. "Dunno yet," Fred whispered, trying to pull the door open.
Rolling my eyes, I gave the door a try. I finally suceeded in yanking it open, only to find out it was nothing more than a storage closet full of dusty pillows and blankets, "Just when I think I actually discovered something interesting," said my brother walking into the closet, he started feeling around the walls as if there was another hidden door somewhere.

"Come on," I said, trying to pull Fred out of the closet, "Lets go"
Fred wasnt giving in until he had finally checked out every nook and cranny of the closet, so I gave his arm another rough tug - a little too hard of a tug actually- and he smacked into me, sending us both to the floor.
"Gerrof!" I moaned underneath him, I looked up and I was face to face with my twin.
We were so close. Our eye suddenly locked, and the next thing I knew was Fred kissing me.

All those years of pent up feelings were finally out in the open. And now I knew how Fred actually felt about me.

"George are you awake?"
"Yes," I said, a smile creeping upon my lips.

"What are you thinking about?" he said.
"About the first time we kissed"
"Mmm..." he said, "I remember the look on your face when I kissed you. Sort of a cross between shock and relief"
I could feel his lips on the back of my neck, his warm breath dancing across my skin, "Its almost morning..." he said, "Mum is gonna wake us up soon. Then we'll have to end up packing..."

I groaned, "I know. That's her favorite thing to have us do. Wake up at the crack of dawn and start packing for Hogwarts"
Just as I said those words, I could hear my mother coming up the stairs, humming a song under her breath. "Fred! George! Ronald! Come down for breakfast!" She kicked the door rather hard, and then continued back downstairs. "Too early..." I heard Ron moan from across the room, "Wayy too early."

sorry this one is kind of short, but chapter four is already in progress!