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I think I'm going insane.
Its been more than two weeks since Fred has said more than a word to me. We pass in the halls but we never even acknowledge one anothers presence; we sit next to eachother in class but neither of us speaks. Even our professors are noticing the change.
I need someone to love me. I miss Fred.
Fred loved me. He loved me more than anything and now...he's gone. I never knew how much I'd miss him.
Even Ron suspects something is going on.
Everytime he sees me or Fred alone, he always asks where the other is. I just lie and say Fred is in detention again, or he has a terrible headache and feels like being left alone.
Once again I sat infront of another boring essay. Fred was across the room, possibly working on the same thing.
I didnt know. And frankly, I didnt really care.
Harry was also in the common room, his green eyes darted from me to Fred, then back to me again. He knew what went on between Fred and I, so I guessed he figured it was a simple fight or something.
Nothing more.
Sliding into the empty spot next to me, Harry frowned, "Whats going on between you and Fred?" he asked, "You havent been speaking for weeks."
"Oh so you've noticed," I said, quickly dotting my I's and crossing my T's. "Well, you two are always together. It just seems odd that...well, your not speaking." He turned his head and gazed at Fred, "I mean, you both seem miserable."
"Well he started it..." I said shoving my finished essay into my Potions text book, "Honestly Harry, I had nothing to do with it."
"Sure," said Harry nodding, "Fred told me about the whole Marcus thing."
I slammed my Potions book shut, "He what!"
"He told me everything. Honestly George, it wasnt your fault. What Marcus did to you was wrong, and I think Fred knows it, he just wont admit it."
"Then he should say something," I shoved my potions book back into my book bag. Honestly! How could Fred do such a thing! Marcus practically raped me, and Fred is moping about how I cheated on him. I did no such thing. And how dare he tell Harry! Of all the things to do.
"Well, I assume you told Hermione and Ron then?" I sneered and flipped to the homework assignment for Charms. It had been weeks since I had done homework, I rarely ever did it. Now, I just did assignments to keep my mind off of Fred.
"No I havent told them," said Harry with a frown, "What makes you think I'd do that?" I could tell by his eyes that he was hurt by my remark. "I'm sorry Harry. Its just...you tell them everything. I mean...it would be alright if you did." Actually it wouldnt have been alright, but I didnt feel like hurting Harry anymore.
"No it wouldnt be alright," said Harry, reading my mind exactly, "I would hate to let this whole thing spill out. It must have been dreadful for you...that awful Marcus Flint. He was such a greasy, disgusting, git"
I snickered, "Well at the time, I didnt think so. Then again, I wasnt about to fuck him either"
Harry tried to conceal a smile, "Well, I doubt you did. What about Fred? Have you two...you know...done anything?"
"Harry!" I gasped, prentending to astonished by his question, "It isnt polite to speak about such things!"
Harry giggled, "Oh come off it George! I know you two must have done something! You spend whole summers together at the burrow! You practically share a bed! You can tell me, come on George..."
"Well," I said tapping my chin with a finger. I watched as Harry's green eyes grew in curiosity as I told him about the many times I had sucked off Fred and vice versa. I could tell he was getting very excited by these stories and I knew that I had to take him to bed with me right away. But not too soon, something inside of me said, He's your brother's best friend.
"Oh George," he whispered into my ear, "That sounds ever so lovely." I could feel his soft lips graze my cheek, he twirled my long ginger strands between his fingers, his warm breath felt like heaven against my skin. "Not here Harry," I whispered, "Not infront of Fred."
"But you've broken up, George," he said, kissing my cheek again, "Did I ever tell you how much I love your perfectly freckled nose, George Weasley?"
"I dont believe you have Harry," I snickered and kissed Harry back, he tasted delicious. I could smell cinnamon on his breath, and I could taste a hint of sherry on his lips, "Harry...do you want to...do you...?" He had moved down to my neck, "Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Yes," he whispered between kisses, "I do."
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It was just him and I in that moment. I was tangled up in his clean linen sheets, and he just lay there next to me, a smile spread across his lips. I could feel his hands, his fingers; running along my bare thigh, slowly making their way up to my abdomen.
He kissed my lips again. This time he smelled like the scent before rain, that pleasant, clean scent. His forehead was dotted with beads of sweat and I could almost taste it on my lips as he kissed me over and over again. "Harry," I groaned, "Harry...do what you want"
He smiled and sat up straight, climbing ontop of me.
"I love you," he whispered into my ear, "I always have. And I always will."
I closed my eyes.
I almost felt sorry for what I was going to do.
"If you let me have my way I'll swear I'll tear you apart"
Marcus's words echoed in my head over and over again... The look on Fred's face when I followed Harry upstairs.
My mother crying before I left for Hogwarts.
The expression on Ron's face when he got his first broom.
Fred's expression when he came into me for the first time.
That night when we binged on vodka and ended up as one twisted pile underneath the Christmas tree...
All these memories came flooding back to me. I didnt know why.
But being here with Harry made me remember alot of things.
Maybe it was the way he smelled.
Maybe it was the way he kissed...
He kissed.
Harry kissed just like Fred. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?