You all should really just hate me by now. It takes me far, far, far too long to post again. I'm truly sorry, I really really am. But it's so hard to post when it isn't perfect yet. I'm too crazed about that. Not that this is perfect, it probably isn't, but anyhow, on with the chapter.
Disclaimer: No matter how hard I try I am never going to come even remotely close to owning any of this. Ever.
Sirius appeared in front of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place with a barely conscious Weasley in his arms. Angrily, he paced in front of the entrance, willing the door to open to let him and Fred inside. He still couldn't wrap his mind around what the Weasleys had done to their sons and how much torture they had put both of them through. It completely blew his mind. His parents weren't angels, that's for sure, but they had never gone to an extent like this. He was enraged at Molly and Arthur. He couldn't understand it even if he tried.
"Hey, Fred, you holding up?" Sirius asked quietly as they stepped over the threshold. He felt Fred nod against him.
"Yeah, you know, you could probably put me down now." Fred said, without any real conviction, a tone underlying his voice conveying he meant the exact opposite, his grip tightening on Sirius.
"I will, once we get upstairs. I think there's someone there who will want to see you."
"George?" He whispered. Sirius smiled and nodded, walking up the creaky flight of stairs leading to the room where George was staying. He knew it was quite late and that George was probably asleep, but he knew the boy would want to be awoken for this.
Gently, Sirius set Fred on his feet, keeping a firm hand around his waist to keep him from falling. With his other hand, he knocked three times on the wooden door. A sniffling sound greeted the knock, followed by the rustling sounds of blankets being removed. Feet were heard shuffling across the floor and the doorknob clicked as George turned the handle. Fred watched as the door opened in what seemed to be an agonizingly slow movement. When it was opened all the way, he could have been looking into a mirror aside from the difference in clothing and the slightly tousled nature of his brother's hair. George's eyes opened wide and shone with tears.
"Freddie?" He opened his arms.
"Georgie." He fell into his brother's arms.
Tears fell from George's eyes, his was finally reunited with his brother. He never thought this would happen. His arms tightened over his brother's familiar shoulder blades, rubbing down his spine and feeling a shiver cascade down his own. Fred's face was buried in the crook of George's neck, breathing heavily into it. He missed his brother's smell. George snaked his hand under his brother's chin and lifted his face to his own, lips tenderly touching. Fred's lips were hot and chapped and felt like sheer bliss to George. Sirius smiled and stepped back into the hall before walking catching George's eye and walking back down the stairs. Fred felt heat rush into his cheeks and pulled away before George could deepen the embrace. George looked confusedly at Fred.
"What, Forge? What's wrong?" George slid his arms around Fred's waist. He could feel him leaning heavily against them.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry." Fred mumbled. "I shouldn't have forced you. This was all my fault. And. And I can't lose you again. I just. I can't." He buried his face into George's shoulder again.
"You aren't going to lose me. Ever, ever again. I promise you that." George said, leading Fred inside his room and sitting him down on the edge of the bed.
"But, Sirius, he…"
"He knows. I told him. He's fine with everything. Him and Remus. We're safe here, love." George said. "Now kiss me, damn it."
Fred looked up at his brother and smiled before attacking him with as much force as worn body would allow him. If he thought he missed how his counterpart smelled, oh, it was nothing compared to how much he missed his taste. He couldn't even put a name to it. There was no name, except George. He smiled into the kiss and let George push him back onto the pillows, pecking his lips gently before separating and laying against the pillows as well. He entwined his hand into his brother's.
"God, I missed you Fred."
"I missed you more."
"That's not even possible."
"Sure it is."
"Not hardly. At least you had someone to talk to this whole time."
"What did mum do to you?" George frowned.
"Locked me in my room, basically. Made me do chores. Ginny was the only tolerable one in the whole house. Ron was being a right wanker and Dad didn't do a damn thing about what anyone was doing to me. So, I decided to leave. And mum put up wards all around the house and I had to fight through them." His hand tightened on George's.
"Is that why you look so terrible?" Fred snorted. "You know what I mean. I'm so sorry, Fred. I can't believe she did that to you."
"Shut up. Don't be sorry. This is my fault anyway."
"Stop saying that, because it isn't."
"Whatever." Fred adjusted his position so his head was laying on George's chest, listening to his brother's heart beat.
"You wore my hat?" George said, plucking it off his head by the pompom and mussing his red hair. "I thought you hated that hat."
"I do. Well, I did. It was all I had of you." Fred answered, shrugging his shoulders. "So how did you end up getting here?"
"Mum sent me to The Leaky Cauldron. And I took the Knight Bus from there. I got here, but couldn't get in; I had to wait for someone to come out. It ended up being Remus. And, here I am." George said. "See, you had it much worse than me. I'm sorry."
"Don't start that again. My poor Gred had to sit all night in the cold." He reached back and put his hands around George's neck.
"It wasn't terrible. But it doesn't matter. We are back together now. And that's all that matters right now." George rolled so he was on his side facing Fred, hands around his neck, Fred's on his back. George licked his lips before pressing them against Fred's neck. "I love you." He said into Fred's neck.
"I love you back. So, so much." Fred whispered, knitting his hands into his brother's already knotted hair.
The two of them stayed like that for a while, before falling into the first real night of sleep either of them had had since their separation from each other. When Sirius went to check on them, he saw them entangled in each other's arms, an identical smile on each of their faces. He had made tea for them downstairs, but didn't have the heart to wake them. He smiled and closed the door, letting the pair of them sleep.
I feel like that was too short for how long it took. Sigh, you all have every right to hate me over this. I am soooo sorry it took so long, and I really hope the next one doesn't take the same. D: But, thanks for reading, and tell me what you think?