I don't have much to say this time. So on with the chapter.

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There was a clatter from outside the Burrow, followed by the distinct voices of four Weasley children, bickering over something, as was expected from them.

"It will have to wait, Arthur, dear. Our kids are back from the Express." Molly said, kissing her husband on the forehead before walking to the front door to greet her children with open arms. "Ron! Ginny! Fred! George!" she listed her children's names, hugging each of them in turn. "Are you happy to be on holiday?" She asked them.

"You bloody bet we are." Fred said. Ron edged his way away from the pair of twins and Ginny huffed, rolling her eyes exasperatedly.

"What did you two do to Ron now?" Molly asked, watching her youngest boy slip inside past her. Fred half opened his mouth, but Ginny cut him off.

"They just had a bit of an argument on the train, and you know how Ron is, he'll be over it by the morning." she said, stealing a meaningful glance at her brothers before slipping inside herself. The twins and their mother stood awkwardly outside the front door for a few moments more, George playing with the ends of his fiery hair.

"Well! Let's get inside, shall we?" Molly said casually, gesturing for her boys to go in before her. They did, and after saying hello to their father immediately went upstairs.

"I don't want to be here." George declared to their bedroom.

"I know. I don't either. But it's only for a few days. Then we can go back to Hogwarts and no one will ever find out." Fred said.

"Yeah, till the summer. We can't just keep hiding, Fred. I can't keep on like this forever…" His words caught in his throat, and Fred caught his lips before they could spill more words. George pushed away from Fred, pushing him off his mouth. "No. Not here, Fred. Please."

Fred looked up at his brother, a sad expression in his gaze. "Nothing is going to happen to us, Gred. Nothing at all. I promise you we will be fine."

"So you keep saying, Forge. I'm just…losing hope fast. Ron can't keep his mouth shut forever."

Fred sighed. "I know. But until then, we just have to hang on." And he embraced his brother in a bone crushing, albeit comforting hug.

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Arthur Weasley was walking down the hallway outside of Fred and George's room. He wasn't trying to eavesdrop, really, he wasn't. But intentional or not he over heard what was happening inside their room, and knew in an instant that what he'd heard Malfoy saying was true. He didn't want it to be, he wanted it to just be a stupid rumor that the man was trying to make catch on. He knew that his sons were in love, but talking to them about it wasn't even the first thought in his mind. Keeping it from Molly was. He knew he couldn't let her know that her boys were…Arthur didn't even know how to put a name to what they were doing, but knew Molly would fly off the handle if she found out. Arthur sighed and continued his walk down the hall. He met Molly in their bedroom, already nestled into the sheets, a book propped open on her lap. He frowned slightly, and removed his tie and began to unbutton his shirt.

"What was it you wanted to tell me earlier, love?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh, what? I really don't remember in the slightest. Must not have been that important." Arthur said, wishing he had more experience in the lying department.

"I'm sure you'll remember it in the morning." Molly stated. "Did you notice something strange about Fred and George?" Arthur, his back turned to her grimaced slightly.

"No, what do you mean?"

"I mean they're quieter. They haven't caused any mischief or hassle yet, and they've been here for what, five hours?"

"I think that means they're planning something huge. We'd all better watch our backs." Arthur said decisively, crawling into bed and dousing the lights with a swift peck on his wife's cheek.

Arthur's attempts at stopping his wife's discovery went however unhelpful. He came home from work on the day before Christmas eve to hear his wife screaming at what only could have been their twins.

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"Freddie, I already told you, I don't wanna do this here. I'll owe you double when we get back to Hogwarts, okay? Please!" George pleaded to his brother, whose lips were stuck to the hollow of his neck. Though enjoying every moment, he didn't want to risk someone walking in on them, or worse, their mother walking in on them. But as he voiced these thoughts, Fred lifted his lips a little, but not so much that George couldn't feel the ghosts of his words whispering against his skin.

"No one's in the house right now. Mum and everyone went to Diagon Alley. Dad's at work. They won't be home for another hour, at least."

"I just don't feel right. I can't enjoy you here."

"Come on, just this one time. I can't stand not doing this for a whole nother week, Georgie!"

George sighed. "Fine. But just-"

Suddenly the front door opened. Chatter was heard before becoming silenced harshly as three pairs of eyes took in the scene that unfurled before them. "Ginny, Ron, upstairs. Now!" Fred and George heard their mother yell. George closed his eyes tightly, biting hard on the inside of his lip.

"It's okay, Georgie. Whatever happens. You know I love you." Fred whispered before turning to face his mother.

"What in the name of Merlin are you two doing?!" Molly yelled.

"Exactly what it looked like." Fred didn't see the point in beating around the bush, she would get it out of them eventually. He firmly grasped George's hand in his own, George clutching back with an almost bone crushing strength.

"Why were you--? No, no. Not my boys, no." Molly was spitting words, fury causing them to raise octaves with each syllable. "You're both a disgrace, each of you! Why couldn't you have been like Bill! Like Charlie! Like Percy! Normal boys, with good lives ahead of them. No, you have to be a couple of jokesters with no future, and now on top of all of that, you have to be…to be…"

Molly trailed off, fuming, pacing around the living room and stopping in front of their infamous clock. George held his brother's hand so tightly, Fred's fingers were going numb, and still he held back. A tear slid gently from the corner of George's eye and he sniffled a bit, trying to hold back his tears, wanting to stay strong through this.

"You two are no sons of mine." Mrs. Weasley said, a venomous tone to her voice. She reached up, and plucked the hands off the clock that read Fred Weasley and George Weasley. She handed one to each boy, respectively. "I…I can't let you…I can't let you do this to me. To our family." She said, quieter now.

Fred swallowed hard and looked at George. His eyes were closed and Fred could feel him trembling, broken clock hand hanging dejectedly in his hand.

"Neither of you are going back to Hogwarts." Molly stated. "And both of you aren't staying here." She reached up into her supply of floo powder. "George come here."

George's eyes flew open, and he clutched on Fred's hand even harder. "Listen to me." Fred spoke. "Do what she says. I'll be fine. You'll be fine. I love you." He kissed his brother's lips lightly, slipping his clock hand into George's hand, and taking his into his own. "Where are you taking him?" Fred asked loudly, as Molly wrenched her son across the room, George sobbing openly now. Molly didn't answer, responding by throwing a handful of the glittering powder into the fire and staring at it as it glowed green and devoured her son.

"I love you, too, Freddie." George's sob echoed through the kitchen as Fred glared at his mother and Arthur walked through the doorway. Fred stormed up the stairs, thankful for the distraction to get away.

"Happy fucking Christmas." He yelled down to his parents before locking himself in his room.

Phew, that was a lot to write. Tell me what you think, as always. I do love a review. :D