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"George."

The sound of his name would have made him cringe as per usual if it weren't for him recognising that particular voice.

Harry.

Harry was always different, wasn't he? Even from the beginning when he and Fred helped him onto the train with his trunk, the tiny boy with the bright green eyes had looked at the pair of them, first at him then at Fred, recognising them as two separate people.

He could remember Harry calling him Fred once, and when he was told he was wrong the small boy had looked mortified, guilty beyond belief at having gotten them mixed up.

He and Fred hadn't been able to believe it. Nobody ever seemed to feel bad about mixing them up, other than Bill and Charlie, that is. Their brothers were fairly good and telling them apart and genuinely felt bad whenever they got it wrong. But that was normal, they were family.

Harry was Harry.

Little Harry Potter, the one and only Boy-Who-Lived, actually cared about getting their names right because he was a stupidly selfless git – honestly, who goes to find a basilisk because your friend's sister was in danger? A girl you barely knew. George still wanted to smack Harry over the head for being a stupid git.

Not even six months into Harry's first year and the little shit managed to figure out who was who, and they barely even saw each other back then! Harry had been adamant about being seen for who you really were. (Finding out about his shitty home life had put a new spin on that. Horrible muggles. Really, they should be lucky Harry wasn't so vindictive.)

Harry hadn't mistaken either of them for the other since he was eleven. He was the only one who hadn't used his missing ear as a marker for telling them apart. The prat had looked at it as if he was guilty of causing it – which he wasn't, duh – and tried to apologise, but even after then he'd acted the same, casually naming Fred and George without looking at the side of the head.

He didn't use Fred's death to do the same, either.

The rest of the world seemed to know who he was now because of his twin's death, and he suddenly had a new appreciation for all the crap Harry went through for being remembered for his parents' deaths.

"Harry. What are you doing here? I thought you and Ron were going to go and sign up at the Auror academy."

The black-haired man smiled wryly. "Nearly everyone thought that. Ron, Hermione and I had a talk, a proper talk about everything, and we can't really see the point in carrying on the fighting. Well, except for Hermione. She's taken all her exams already and she's going to join the Ministry helping Kingsley rewrite some laws.

"Ron's actually signed on as the Quidditch instructor for when the school reopens, and I honestly can't be bothered with anything right now, let alone more fighting. I'm tired."

George could empathise. Very much so. People didn't seem to realise he couldn't just open the shop again and carry on with life, carry on as if he didn't have a massive gaping hole where Fred should be. Being told that Fred would have wanted him to made him want to punch something. Fred would have wanted him happy, not miserably plodding along day in day out.

Harry never told him to move on.

He turned to Harry and met green eyes head on. "Forget about work. If you could do anything now, what would it be?"

"… Travel, probably. I've never been outside the UK before, and getting away sounds quite nice."

The soft but tired smile on Harry's face was stupidly beautiful, and having those emerald eyes focused on him made him want to squirm in place. Harry's smile was a little crooked, the corner of his lips pulled higher on the left, there was faint stubble on his chin and purple bruises under his eyes. His glasses were still too thick to be nice, and he desperately needed a brush. Harry looked like a mess.

But he made George feel.

Feeling wasn't something that had happened much in the past few months. Feeling numb perhaps, but wanting? Heart racing and flickers of desire? He used to feel those things a lot when thinking of the last Potter, but it didn't feel the same without Fred taking the piss out of him for fancying his younger brother's best friend.

Fred had always found his feelings funny, but not in a cruel way. He'd been very accepting of George wanting Harry and had been very vocal about supporting the potential relationship if it were to ever happen.

"What about Ginny?"

"Too much time apart, too much change … we've already decided we're better off as friends."

Fred would never forgive him if he didn't go for it.

"Harry."

As the younger man turned to him, he leant forward and fastened their lips together, pressing harder at the muffled gasp of surprise. Feeling a strong grip on his shoulders pulling him closer, George slid one hand through Harry's hair while the other held his waist.

The sounds coming from the other man were addicting, the groans and gasps drowning out the painful thoughts and numbness that had become commonplace. He didn't feel dead inside, and he definitely couldn't hear his mind whispering horrible things to him. He could just feel Harry.

He pulled back and looked at the red face and swollen lips, revelling in the feeling of actually feeling for once.

"Do you want to go travelling with me?"

The wide grin and enthusiastic nod he got in return made him feel lighter than he had in months.

I'm going to be happy, Fred.

A/N: Hey guys!

Personally I love Harry with either one of the twins - or both lol. I feel like post-war Harry and George would be so good for each other, helping each other deal with all the emotional trauma.

Also, this was actually a request by misschief_managed over on AO3 (shoutout!).

Let me know what you think. Happy reading!