Sharing

George and Lee walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts room into the deserted corridor, stuffing their quills into their bags.

"One detention down, so many more to go!" George said with a grin. "And this one was a breeze."

"A breeze?" Lee asked incredulously. "My hand's about to fall off! Who knew Moody would get so upset over a few joke candies?"

"I never thought I'd have to write the word 'canary' so many times in my life," George admitted. "Though I've got to say, Adrian Pucey did look a lot better covered in feathers. Too bad Fred was too sick to come to class – he missed out on quite the epic prank."

"And by sick, you mean suffering the unfortunate side effects of being this week's test subject." Lee corrected.

"Obviously." George replied with a grin, as they headed towards the Gryffindor common room.

"So, this was like your first detention without him. Must have been strange." Lee pointed out.

George gave him a weird look. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," he said, shrugging. "It's just, you guys do everything together. It's like your thing."

And it was true, For as long as George could remember, he and Fred had always been together - always sharing everything. Born on the same day, learned to walk on the same day, started talking on the same day. George's first word was 'Fed' and Fred's 'Orge'. They even caught dragon pox on the same day – Christmas Eve when they were five. And at Hogwarts, things continued the same way – same house, same friends, same classes, same Quidditch positions. And same detentions, up until today.

They had even shared the same crib for their first year and a half of life. Mrs. Weasley had finally separated them, but Fred and George quickly learned how to climb in and out of their own cribs.

"So we could share whenever we wanted," George explained.

"That's…. adorable.." Lee forced out, barely suppressing his laughter.

George shoved Lee with his shoulder, pushing him into the banister of the stairs up to their dormitory. "Git."

Lee was doubled over in laughter now, struggling to make it the last few steps to their room.

"Don't get angry, George," he said between laughs. "I bet Fred's in there now. And I'm sure he'd be open to some cuddling…"

Lee grinned widely at George as he pushed open the door to the 6th year boys' dormitory.

"Hahaha," George began. "You're just hilar-"

But then he stopped, struck dumb by the scene in front of him.

Because standing in the room was the one person in the entire world who he never wanted to share. The one thing that could be all his.

And she was kissing his twin brother.