He led me to an armchair near the hearth, the night was wet and cold and the warm of the crackling fire was pleasant. The twins sat in the couch facing my seat. They looked nearly solemn, and it made me feel nervous again. I started bitting my nails, it is an old habit, but whenever I start to feel nervous, it comes back. I didn't realize what I was doing until George leaned toward me and gently took my hand. "Don't hurt yourself, Love." He kept my hand in his, and it calmed me. It was amazing the power they already had on me.
Fred started to speak. "We are really glad to see you. We were really hoping you would come." I felt George hand trembling a bit in mine; they were as nervous as me. I really wonder what could make them that nervous; I thought I had made myself clear that I was willing...
"Don't panic, dear, we want you as much as you want us, but we prefer to make some things clear before we hum... engage further." Fred tried to smile, but his nervous grin soon died on his lips. I knew them well enough to tell, that whatever, they wanted to tell me, it was important to them.
"Don't get us wrong, we like you very much. However, what we are about to tell you, we only told one time and that person never spoke to us again." I tried to brace myself for the worst. Maybe they killed someone. Or robed a bank.
For some reason, genuine smiles appeared on their face at that moment.
"Hermione, my brother and I are ... closer than what is considered correct by most people."
I'm not sure I realized exactly what they meant, but it relieved me to see that it didn't seem liable to a stay in Azkaban.
"You have to understand that we are not exactly like most twins, it hurt us, physically, to be separate. It's like having your heart squashed in a fist. As we grew older, we managed to learn to accept that and passed some time apart. However, invariably, we had to come together to sleep. We never could sleep alone, and we don't mean in the same room, we have to touch each other to feel relax enough to sleep."
They were both telling the story, switching every few words. It made me feel a bit dizzy, but it reinforced the felling that they shared the sames thought.
"When we were babies, they tried to separate us, but we would always climb in each other bed. When we grew older, our mother decided it was a whim and locked us in separate rooms. We remember crying and begging to be let together, but they locked us anyway. We still sometimes have bad dreams about it. The rooms had a common wall, and we curled on each side of it, wimpering. Nobody never understood how it happened, it was very strong magic for so young child, but we managed to make the wall disappeared. Dad found us, curled together, exactly where the wall used to be. They never tried again, but as we grew older, we understood it made people uneasy and managed to hide it. However, we never stopped."
"You have to understand that we never saw ourselves as two different persons, he is me, and I am him. We are different to some extend, but like a same person may act differently at different times, not like two different persons."
"And as we grew older, we discovered some change in our body. With the changes came exploration. Well, we're sure you know where this is going... We discovered some things we enjoy, and for a time we thought it would be enough, but it isn't. Love is between two different persons, and we are not."
"We ... we love you, Hermione., very much. However, love is also about acceptation, and if you can't accept who we are, you may go. It will be like all this never happened"
They stopped and looked at me, there were anxiety and fear in their eyes.
I wanted to be with them, very much. Just at the idea of walking away, my heart was hurting. However, could I stand to have them doing those ...things in front of me? I felt I could. Maybe I could even enjoy it, but what if when it really happened, I couldn't bear it?
With each second passing, they were getting more and more anxious; I felt they were resigning themselves to my rejection.
There was only one thing I could do...