The long awaited Chapter Eight! Enjoy!

I think I'm getting sick. It's been days now since that night with Harry.
And Oh God! How I regret it. I wish it had never ever happened, but we were so caught up in the moment...

And now I hear that Harry has a thing for my sister.How could he do this to me? After what we've done? All we've been through? I gave him my body, and he took it without a second thought. And now he's dating my sister? I'm disgusted.

It's raining outside and I feel like going for a walk. I feel like getting my mind off this whole terrible ordeal. Why did I even get involved with my brother in the first place? He's my brother, he's off limits. Incest is a taboo. It's not supposed to happen.

And it did...

Fred loves the rain. We'd walk in it everytime there was a thunderstorm. We had a special spot. There is a huge oak tree right outside the burrow and if you make a left there's a little ravine with a cave. Fred and I spent so many nights in that cave. Just listening to the wind, and the rain, and the terrible thunder.

As I made my way downstairs and out through the courtyard I spotted that hopelessly blonde boy. Malfoy.
Shutzstaffel, as me and Fred liked to call him. He was toying with some piggish girl with short black hair and a nasty smile. I wanted to slap both of them. I caught his gaze and he sent me a nasty smile, "Hey Weasley, where's your lover? Or do I mean...brother?"
His little gang of Neo Nazi facists started to crack up; and I just continued walking. I think the whole school knew about Fred and I.

It disgusted me.

It had started to pour, and students were running in the school from all directions, as I continued to still head outside. Before I had even reached the middle of the lawn I spotted a familiar face. It was like looking into a mirror. Fred stood before me, mouth wide open, hair drenched, ginger strands sticking to his forehead. "George, I..." he was shaking, and his face had went completely pale, I wanted to kiss him, "George, I'm a terrible person."

And before I knew what hit me, Fred had collapsed into my arms, his head on my chest. I could hear sobs, muffled against my school robes. He was gripping onto my robes so tightly, his knuckles were pale.
He probably thought I was going to push him off. But I wasnt. I stroked his ginger hair ever so gently, "Fred you know I love you..."

"I know," he said between sobs, "I know, I know..." He looked up at me; his eyes red and puffy, his nose running, his lip quivering - I tried to hold back my own tears. He looked so...so...pathetic?
"Come on Fred," I put my arms around him, "Lets go inside."

Our dormitory was empty when we reached it. I pulled off my wet robes and then Fred's. He was shivering and he looked so pale, "Fred, go sit by the fire, your going to catch a chill!"
"Yeah," he said sniffling, "I dont know what I was thinking..."
His white button down clung to his pale skin as I pulled it over his head, my hands brushing up against his chest - he felt so cold, so clammy. His chest was milky white, his small pink nipples were hard from the cold. He had lost some weight, I could tell. His ribs were sticking out.
His ribs never stuck out. He had always been a bit more chubbier than me.

"Fred you feel like death," I pulled out one of my warmest sweaters from the bureau, "Here let me put this on you," Fred didnt hesitate as I lifted up his arms; he looked so weak, "Are you feeling alright?" I said, pulling the sweater down over his head, "You dont look good."
"I feel so weak, George," he said unbuttoning his pants, I watched as his fingers shook as he pulled down the zipper, "I feel...so ill..."
And with that, he collapsed onto the bed, his ginger head hitting the pillow. I quickly pulled off his soaked trousers and boxers; I gasped as I took in his hollow form. He was so thin. His legs were nothing but bones.

"Fred what happened to you?" I said, "Why are you so thin?" I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, just looking at him like this made me so upset. "I didnt want to tell you George," he said, trying to sit up, his limp member sitting between his legs, "But I'm very sick."
"Sick? How sick?" My voice cracked with worry, "Fred, whats wrong?"
"I think I'm going to die George..."