I'm back! It feels like so much longer than it has been, and this has been burning my mind and itching my fingertips to get this on the site! I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks, I want to thank you all for your reveiws oh so much! (:

Disclaimer: I'm not even close to being cool enough to own Harry Potter.

Draco quickly, quietly followed the pair of identical boys down the hall, wanting to get the full story of what was going on with them. He thought he had a pretty good idea, but he wanted to get his facts straight, so he knew how to embellish them when he told his fellow Slytherins. He figured the twins would head straight to their common room after their encounter with the headmaster, but he was sorely mistaken. The twins took an alternate route leading them not to Gryffindor house, but to a deserted corridor. One would have thought the two would have learned their lesson, but did the twins ever really learn any kind of lesson?

As Draco watched, the twins touched their lips together, lightly at first; a brotherly kiss. Draco was dissappointed for half a moment, fearing that his story would have to be based on lies alone. He wanted there to be some truth behind his rumor. But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the twins crossed the line, wrapping arms around each other, using their tongues to kiss, lips straying to each others necks. George let out a moan full of pure exstacy. It was then Draco decided to make his move. He jumped from behind the column he was hiding beside.

"Is this what you two were bloody doing to get in trouble with the headmaster?!" Draco yelled incredulously. Fred practically dropped George on the floor in his shock at seeing another person in the previously deserted corridor. George hastily tightened his tie and his cheeks grew almost as red as his hair. "That's bloody disgusting! You're gay with each other! You filthy muggle loving faggots!" He spat, Fred cringed.

"You can't talk to us like that, you slimy git!" he screamed and brandished his wand, pointing it directly into Draco's face.

"I can do whatever I bloody want to!" Draco took out his own wand, pointing it at George, who still held a shell-shocked look on his face. "Diffindo!" he shouted and a jet of orange light shot out from the end of his wand, hitting George on the top of the left shoulder. He fell to the ground, clutching his arm as Draco ran down the hall. Fred followed after him, hurling hexes at the blonde boy along the way. Draco dodged them all, sidling out of the way each time.

"Everyone's going to know, Weasley. You're disgusting. I'm going to tell everyone. I'm going to make sure they all know." He whispered, spitting in Fred's face. With that, he ran down the stairs to the dungeon corridor, Fred staring after him not know what else to do. He stood there for a few minutes, until he heard someone call him from down the hall.

"Freddie..?" Fred turned to see George sitting up against the wall of the corridor, his eyes closed, his hand over his shoulder, his fingers slowly turning red.

"George!" Fred ran to his brother, feeling terrible that he left him bleeding and didn't bother to make sure he was alright. He knelt next to him, putting his hand on his uninjured shoulder. "Does it hurt?" he asked quietly.

"No, it bloody tickles." George said tersely. "Yes, Fred, it hurts!"

"No need to snap at me. Episkey." George moved his hand and let Fred heal his wound. "That's good as I can get it, George. We can go see Pomfrey if you want, we don't have to tell her what happened."

"No, I'm fine. It's fine. Let's just get upstairs before we get in trouble again." Fred helped George off the ground, and they walked back to the common room, hand in hand. "What did Draco say to you down there?"

"Oh, nothing. He didn't say anything. Just blathering on like a git. Don't worry about it." Fred said, moving his brother's hand to his mouth and kissing it, stealing a look back down the stairs Draco had disappeared down.

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The Gryffindor common room was uncommonly quiet that morning, at least when Fred and George ascended the stairs. Fred bit his lip and tried to pay no mind to it, inquiring as to how his brother's shoulder was. They walked out of the common room, not noticing the strange looks they were recieving.

They sat down at their usual seats in the Great Hall, across from Harry and Hermione and next to Ron. When they sat, Ron visibly scooted down about three inches and George gave him a skeptical look.

"Come one, Ron. We were only kidding around yesterday. You can eat your breakfast in peace today." He said. Ron glared at them, and scooched down even more.

"Hey, what are you on about?" Fred asked, almost dreading the answer. Could Draco have worked that fast?

"Like you two don't know." Ron said, standing and leaving the table.

"What's his problem?" George asked the two across the table. They just looked at each other, Harry telling Hermione to tell the story with his eyes. Hermione bit her lip. Fred closed his eyes, grabbing George's hand convulsively under the table. George looked at his brother, confusion embedded deep in his eyes.

Hermione took a shaky breath. "Well, you see...Ron told us this morning...that he heard from Lavender...that she overheard some Slytherins talking in the hall...Draco said he saw you guys last night, um..." Hermione bit her lip again. "Snogging in the hallway. I told him not to believe her, not till he asked you, but does he ever listen to me?" Fred felt George tense up next to him. "It...it isn't true is it?" Hermione asked what she and Harry were both thinking.

Fred's mouth hung slightly open, he was biting on the inside of his lower lip. George stood up beside him, dropping his hand, and running out of the Hall.

"It is..." Harry said, incredulously. Fred huffed and stood, running after his brother.

"Where you going?"

"You and your boyfriend get in a fight?"

"Chase him. Weasley, chase him!"

Jeers flowed from the Slytherin table after Fred. He gritted his teeth and ignored them, caring more about George than anything at the moment.

Fred ran around the school, looking for his brother, his search leaving him fruitless. It wasn't until his fifth search of the dormitories that he thought to use the Marauder's Map. He picked it up and whispered that he was up to no good, and watched the ink flow into forms in front of his eyes. He found his brother's footprints, sitting still inside the boy's bathroom on the sixth floor. He was down there in barely five minutes, calling after his brother, his voice echoing off the tiles. He heard the sounds of a shower in the far end of the room, his brother's clothes laying out in front of the stall.

"Georgie...?" Fred called.

"Fred. I'm..." His words were punctured by a wet sniffle. "I'm in the shower."

"I can see that." Fred answered. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just...just leave me alone. I'll be upstairs soon." George said, he voice was muffled, sounded stuffy.

"Don't try to lie to me, Georgie." Fred said, beginning to take off his own clothes, and lay them next to his brother's. "I can tell you're crying."

"Am not." He answered quietly, a dejected sob escaping his lips.

"You really are a bad liar." Fred pulled back the curtain, stepping into the cool spray of the shower. George turned his back to his brother, facing the stone wall of the shower.

"I'm naked. Get out." George said, snuffling once again.

"I never thought I'd hear you say that. Besides, it's not like you have anything I don't." George could hear the smile in his brother's voice. How could he be joking around right now? Everyone knew. Everyone knewt their secret. He would never be able to show his face again in any of his classes. They'd be kicked off the Quidditch team, they'd be...

Fred neared George, putting his hands across his wet torso. The water was getting even colder now. George let out another sob, he couldn't hold his tears in any longer. "You promised me, Fred. You said no one was going to know."

"I know. They weren't. But, there's nothing we can do about it now. Everything's going to be okay."

George was crying fully now, tears intermingling with the water from the shower. "How can you say that? Nothing is going to be okay. Everybody-" his voice broke. "knows."

"I can say that, because it is. Just because people know doesn't mean it's the end of the world, doesn't mean it's the end of us." He turned his brother around to face him. "Everything. Is. Going. To. Be. Fine."

George burried his face in Fred's wet shoulder. "Promise?" he asked miserably.

Fred took George's moist chin in his hand and lifted it so he was looking into his clear blue-green eyes. "I solemnly swear."

A/N: I think this was longer than I expected, but whatever. I hope you enjoyed it. Cuz i enjoyed writing it. (: