Disclaimer: This story is as real as my ability to ride a broomstick and command flying monkeys.

A/n: Ha! I was right! writing something that was off track definitely fixed my writer's block. Thanx for the patience.

Definition Four: leave well alone

"Just…just leave them be, Molly. There's…there's nothing we can do about it. Not anymore." Arthur Weasley was doing his damndest to bring his wife out of tears.

"But…but we can't just let them…" she sobbed, unable to finish her thought: it was just too unbearable for her. Her sons…her twin boys.

"Shhh, Molly it's…it's alright." Arthur shuddered at the cringe he felt in his arms; he knew she hated this. "We…" even Arthur, who tolerated almost everything, had a hard time accepting this. "We knew this was coming. We knew." She knew he was right. She had tried to ignore all then signs as she watched her boys grow up, continuing to pursue a blissful denial.

"So what're we supposed to do, Arthur? Just…just let them do this?" she wept incredulously.

Arthur looked down at his short, stocky wife; even when she was in tears and her bright red hair stuck together from the crying, she was beautiful. Was this how his sons felt? It was an alarming thought. "…yes. It is all we can do." He took a deep, quivering breath, as though preparing himself for a battle or a speech. "Unless you want to lose two more sons," he regretted his reference to Percy immediately – it sent her into harder tears. "Then we will have to just…cope." Molly looked at him as though he was out of his mind…which he very well may have.

Chaos. Frantic. Electric. Deadlines. Eviction. Rejection.

These would have been some of the choice words used to describe the Weasley twins' packing methods.

"How could we have let it out?"

"How are we going to find enough money?"

"We need that money Harry gave us for the shop."

"Some life we've chosen, eh George?" Fred's eyes were wide and the blue seemed to be turning brighter and brighter, as if the energy he was using to hurry was fueling his worry.

"Where is it?"

"Top drawer to the left." Fred loved that he could just know exactly what George was talking about: it made things so much easier.

Knock on the door.

"Hellocomein." They looked at each other for a moment, then back to the slowly opening door. Ron. Ginny. Harry. Hermione. "Hey guys. What's up?"

Ron started. "We…we just…we wanted to say good-bye. You know…just in case." He looked so forlorn. It wasn't a look that the twins – or anyone, for that matter – usually associated with Ron.

"Yeah. We didn't want you to leave. We get it." Ginny added.

"This isn't fair! You guys should be able to stay!" Hermione was so emotional that Harry had to hold her a little to keep her on her feet.

"It's ok guys. We knew it would happen eventually."

"Yeah," George added. "It's not something you can keep a secret forever, and eventually, there would be some question as to why we weren't married. Why neither of us had had a girlfriend since third year. Why we weren't sad about it." George met Fred's eyes, identical to his own.

The twins locked gazes with everyone: their business partner; their friends; their family. There were tears in Hermione's and Ginny's eyes, and even a ghost of a tear began to form in Ron's sky-colored eyes. And then, before anyone could have guessed that it would happen, a rush of ginger hair and a breeze of short breath tumbled clumsily into a hug with its brothers. Ron had clung to both boys, silent tears flowing, violent shakes making him shiver.

"I-I d-don't want you to go!" He cried. "What are we going to do without you?" He asked. "How will we laugh?" He didn't care anymore about how embarrassing this might be. He'd grin and bare it later.

"How…" Harry began, and every tear-filled eye turned to him, "How will we live?" He blanched a little at the sudden attention this got him.

"It will never be the same." Ginny said, her voice quivering a little.

"No…but maybe…maybe Mum and Dad are right." George said, and everyone stared at him as though he were a mad man. "Maybe it's better for everyone…" but he stopped. Still everyone stared at him as though he was out of his mind…and he probably was.

Fred and George, with the help of their siblings and friends, dragged what little luggage they had down the stairs to the fireplace, ready to leave once their parents dismissed them from the household. They braced themselves for rejection.

"I know what they meant when they said you can't buy love." Fred whispered to George.

George turned sharply at the loving words, and whispered back, "You won't have to. I'm here…always." Even here in front of the small congregation of friends, a deep blush took its place amongst the ranks of Weasley freckles dotting Fred's face.

Just then, the door opened, and out stepped Arthur who was leading Molly, still in tears.

"We'll just be going then," they chorused.

"No, guys, look!" Hermione pointed. Arthur was shaking his head 'no.'

And then their mother spoke. "Boys…don't…don't leave. We can't bear to lose you, not now, not knowing what's going on around us. Please…" she cried a little.

"…forgive us." Arthur finished for her. "It's…it's not something that is easy to…to deal with. Or to –" he was going to say 'accept' but Fred cut him off.

"Deal with?" His eyes portrayed anger . "You say it as if we were something awful! Like something Mum has to clean off the table or something…" but George hushed him.

"Fred. No. We should be grateful." He rubbed Fred's back and shoulders until he was mollified. They looked so strong, holding one another.

Their parents approached them slowly, and eventually, they were all in a hug and tears of happiness and forgiveness were rolling almost as strongly as the waves of relief that were rolling on the shores of everybody's hearts.

It was time to let them well enough alone anyway. Arthur thought to himself as he backed away from his sons.