Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter took so long. I was on vacation for about 3 months. Plus when I left I wasn't even sure if I was leaving this story at just a drabble or continuing it. But WOW! I came back and the response I've had to continue this overwhelmed me. So thank you to everyone who has reviewed this. You made it's continuation possible and made me do several happy dances. Oh and for those of you who asked for a timeline on this. I had imagined this would take place right after the boys left Hogwarts on their brooms. They're back at the burrow and are going to make arrangements for the store and flat they buy in Diagon Alley during the story.

Fred's POV:

I wake up to the sun shining through our window. It's a Saturday. Which means George and I will be testing our new Wheezes. Our last idea for the Insta-Post Owl didn't fare so well. It's supposed to be a one use owl that self destructs after your letter is delivered. The bloody thing exploded too early last time. I didn't even have the note off it's leg. Thankfully I think we're developing some new Wonder Witch products today. I roll out of bed and dig around for some clean clothes. I pull an old Gryffindor shirt and some jeans out of one of the piles on the floor. As I stroll down to the bathroom I think about last night. My chest throbs at the thought of George. Sometimes if I wonder if love is worth all of the pain it causes.

I push open the bathroom door and dump my clothes on the sink. When I turn around my heart stops. George is standing there with a towel wrapped around his hips, running a hand through his wet hair. Drops of water trail down his chest, sliding through the dusting of hairs and in between the valleys of lean muscle. His skin looks so smooth that I almost can't stop my hand from reaching out and stroking it. Even his eyelashes have tiny droplets on them. Like tear drops, I think. I swallow the lump in my throat as I feel the heat rush up my face.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were in here," I stammer and grab my clothing. I run down the hallway to our bedroom and slam the door behind me. I glance down at my now tented pajamas and all I can hear is the rushing of blood in my ears for a few moments.

"Fuck," I whisper.

George's POV:

I stretch and stare at the ceiling. Ah, Saturday. Product testing day. I chuckle to myself as I recall our least session. We had been trying our new product idea the Insta-Post Owl. It was supposed to be a one use post owl. I had sent it off with a note to Fred who was on the other side of the house. Not a minute later I heard a bang and a shout. When I ran to find Fred he emerged from our room covered in feathers and soot. I laugh to myself again as I grab clean clothes so I can shower.

I stand under the spray of the shower for a good 30 minutes before I realize that turning into a prune is not going to help the other situation I'm in. Shutting the water off I grab my towel and begin to dry off as I ponder my current problem. Why was Fred so upset? Was it something I'd done? I'd watched him closely for the last few weeks. It seemed like every time he thought I wasn't looking I'd catch him glance at me and I'd watch anguish flash across his face. It made me ache to think I was the reason he's so miserable. Especially when the only thing I feel for him is love. Just as I wrap the towel around my hips I hear the door open. I push the hair out of my eyes and look up to see Fred standing there. His eyes are wide and terrified for a moment before they travel down my body. A heat tingles along my body as I feel his eyes journey down my chest before whipping back up to my face. He stutters an apology at me before running out of the door again. I sigh and look into mirror. Only I don't see my face, I see Fred's. I see his eyes and I see the heat that I saw in them when they studied my body. I shiver and feel myself harden.

"Fuck," I whisper.

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