this is probably the longest chapter haha.

Later that night, before we went too sleep. Fred made his nightly visit to my bed and we talked a little.
Laying side by side, no one thought it was odd. Especially Lee, he even caught us a few times holding hands but he never thought anything of it, because...well...Fred and I were always together and we were a hell of alot closer than normal brothers usually are (so Lee just figured it was a 'twin' thing).

As we lay there Fred asked me, "George, are there things you've never told me?"
I snorted, "What? Fred I tell you everything." Which I knew wasnt exactly the truth. There were things I've done that would make Fred quite upset. "Well I dont know," said Fred turning on his side so he was facing me, "I mean, there must be a few secrets you keep from me?"
"Fred! You know everything about me!" I pretended to be astonished that he would think such things.

"I highly doubt it," he said with a heavy sigh, "Do you remember when we got into that little fight a couple years ago?"
"Why the bloody hell are you bringing this up?"
"Because it has to be brought up, thats why George." He said with a tone of annoyance. I snapped my mouth shut and waited for him to continue. "Listen George, I've been hearing things. And I know they arent from the most reliable sources but -"
"What have you been hearing Fred?"
"Fourth year...when we fought and we didnt speak for two weeks...you remember that?"
I nodded, I remembered quite clearly as it being the worst two weeks of my life.

"Well," he continued, "I overheard Draco Malfoy talking about you the other day..."
I laughed, "Why did I do something that actually caught his attention?"
"Apprently," Fred wasnt smiling, not one bit, "He was talking about you and Marcus Flint."
My mouth dropped open and I could feel my face becoming hot. Way to be subtle George, I thought, Now he knows something is up.
I quickly shut my mouth and uttered a, "What about him?"

"Well apparently something happened between you and him a few years ago. Something...serious. Malfoy said it loud and clear to make sure I heard, and I did." Fred was expressionless as he continued, "George when we split up...were you with anyone else?"
"Of course not!" I said, "Fred you know that!"
"I know but Malfoy- "
"Fuck Malfoy!" I said, "That little bastard dosent know what the fuck he's talking about! He was trying to get a rise out of you!"
"But isnt it odd, George, that he pick on us-"
"Well why the hell not? Were Weasleys arent we?"
"Yeah but he's never said a word to us before."
"Oh come on Fred!" I was upset, yet I knew Malfoy was telling the truth about Flint and I, "How could you think such a thing?"

"But how does Malfoy know about you anyway!" he said, his ears were bright red now, "How does he know your...well...different! That we're different, George?"
I didnt know how to respond to that, it wasnt something that was spoken about. And it was something that could get you kicked out of school if there was even a hint of it going around. I shrugged, "I dunno. He might just...he might have just been making things up in order to get you angry at me! Like you are now!"

"Shut up George. I know you've been fucking around with other guys. I heard about that kiss with Potter the other night, yeah thats right. Apparently you two werent the only ones in the room. There was a little first year girl sitting in the corner doing her homework at the time and she saw the whole thing...blabbed it to practically every Gryffindor and the whole school!"
I couldnt believe it, I could have sworn there was no one else in the room, "But Harry...Harry just did it. I wasnt expecting it to happen!"
"Oh come on George!" said my brother rolling his eyes, "We both know what happens to you when Harry is in the room, and dont tell me that you didnt jump on that opportunity when it arose!"

"Fred how dare you! I have been nothing but faithful for -"
"For what? For how long George? How long have you been doing have the school? Tell me that. Who's next? Ron? Percy? Malfoy? Come on George tell me, I'm dying to know !"
"Just shut up you stupid git! You can be a real asshole you know that right? God I cant believe I even love you like this. But I do. I shouldnt, but I do."

"Then maybe you shouldnt anymore! If this is how your going to act! I know you've been screwing around on me George, dont lie!"
Tears formed behind my eyes, but I tried so hard to hold them back, "Fine then. Its over. No more of this nonsense. We'll just go back to being normal brothers and we'll do what normal brothers do."
"That sounds good to me." Fred jumped off of my bed and climbed into his own without saying another word.

I cried myself to sleep that night and I dreamt about Marcus Flint. I had only been a 4th year when it happened, still to young to even comprehend what love or relationships meant. And I was sure this whole thing with Fred was a just a phase. But Marcus Flint? He was a disgusting Slytherin who was good friends with Malfoy and his gang, but I was too curious to care.

It was after the usual Gryffinor vs Slytherin match and I was about to go to the hospital wing to check on Harry when I heard a voice call my name.
I knew it wasnt Fred's, but I recognized the yell. I whipped around a met Marcus face to face. "Where do you think your going Weasley?"
"And its your business because?"
"Because I want to know. I am a school prefect you know and have the right to ask you any questions I want, or else...I'll write you up!"
"Do you really think I care?" I turned to walk away, but Marcus grabbed my shoulder, " You should Weasley," he snarled, "You should care alot"

"Let go of me you dirty git!" I tried to pry his hands off of me but he wouldnt let go. I could hear snickering behind me and I craned my neck too see, Malfoy and his gang were leaning against their brooms watching Flint torture me.
"Whaddya say boys?" he said winking at Malfoy, "Want to give him a punch?"

"Flint let go of me!" I was kicking and screaming now, pulling hair and robes. But Flint was a hell of alot stronger than me (even though he didnt look it).

Crabbe and Goyle started making fists and Malfoy straightened himself up, "I've always wanted to sock a Weasley..." he said with a sneer, "This wont hurt a bit Georgie, I'll just make sure you get a nice good shadow around both your eyes." I must have struggled hard enough because I was finally able to pull free and escape the torment that awaited me. "Ha ha! Look at him run!" I could hear the Slytherins chuckling behind me as I ran into the changing tent. They wouldnt dare enter a Gryffindor changing tent, it was much to clean for them.

Or so I thought.

Flint strode in, his gloved hands on his hips, "Where did you think you were going Weasley? I wasnt done with you yet."
I shook my head, "Marcus, listen...take what you want...just leave me alone!"
He laughed, "Right, right. Leave you alone...I think not!"
I watched as he pulled off his gloves and set them down onto a bench. Next came the green Quidditch robes which fell to the ground, "Flint...what exactly are you doing?"

"Its time for you to respect your superiors," he said with a snicker. I watched as every last article of clothing fell to the grass. My blue eyes widened at the sight before me. For a disgusting dirty git, he wasnt half bad looking. I could feel myself becoming hot and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I opened my eyes, I couldnt believe what was going on. I never kissed another person before (besides Fred but that was different). His bare leg rubbed against my crotch and I could feel myself become hard underneath him. I tried hard to conceal it but it wasnt working (Weasley men were always blessed with - eh hem - large anatomy).

I didnt want to go through with this, but the sensation of another boy on top of me, his lips on mine was what kept me going.
It was different than Fred and I was curious.
I felt as his long fingers pulled my trousers down past my feet, he ran his hands along my bare thigh and I realized...this was wrong.
"Marcus," I said, "As much as I would like this to continue...I cant..."
"Its alright..." he said, his lips were right next to my ear and I could detect a whiff of liquor on his breath.
He was drunk.
I had heard he always drank before Quidditch games, but I thought it wasnt true.

"Marcus, I dont think you know what your doing -"
"I think I do."
"Please...Marcus..." I said trying to push his hands off me, I noticed how dirty his fingernails were compared to my short, clean ones.
"Be still, Weasley...this wont hurt a bit."

I awoke with a start, my body covered in sweat. I tried to push the image of Marcus sliding into me, the weight of a much stronger boy on top of me. Those disgusting dirty fingernails and that awful crooked smile. He was disgusting.
And I still couldnt believe I had hurt Fred so much when I did that. And Fred knew. He knew every detail.