George
I woke up, stretched, and yawned from under my covers. Hesitantly, I lifted a corner of my blanket and peered at my clock. Damn. It was late. I sat up and took a deep breath. Was it me or was the air always thicker in the morning? I stood up and looked at the array of clothes scattered on my floor. Was that the clean pile? Or was the pile by the door the clean pile? I rifled through a thick pile of clothes at the foot of my bed. Ugh, definitely not the clean pile. I strode over to the sparse heap of clean clothes by my bedroom door and picked through it looking for a clean shirt. No such luck. Where was that green shirt? I could have sworn I saw it sitting on top of these clothes only last night. Whatever. I shrugged to myself, deciding to steal one of Fred's shirts. But first: Breakfast! I tiredly stumbled into the kitchen, opening one of the cabinets and scanning the shelves for something remotely edible when I heard a soft voice behind me,
"Good morning, . . ." I turned around swiftly to find quite a vision leaning against the kitchen doorway. Her hair was still in it's bun but it was arousingly disheveled with thick strands that had come loose falling into her face. Her mascara had smudged slightly over night giving her a sultry look. She was wearing a shirt that barely stretch past the top of her thighs. Wait a minute. That's MY shirt. Was I dreaming? Uh oh. I could feel a situation coming on. Think of something gross, think of something gross. " . . . Fred." She finished. That'll do it.
Roisin
I awoke to the sound of someone rifling through the kitchen cabinets. I sat up spotting my reflection in a small mirror by the mantle. Damn. I looked ratchet. I stood up and without thinking venture into the kitchen to see who was making all that racket. It was Fred. "Good Morning, Fred." I said tiredly, my voice still scratchy with sleep. He turned around as I spoke and suddenly I had never felt more awake. He was wearing plaid pajama pants and no shirt. He was full of lean muscle and his flaming hair fell tantalizingly into his face, lightly brushing his shoulders. I could not tear my eyes from his milky skin. I imagined running my lips all over him to see if his skin was as soft as it appeared. He stared at me for a few seconds before he smiled sheepishly and lifted a box of cereal. "Hungry?" His voice sounded deeper than usual. Probably because he had just woken up. You have no idea, I thought silently. "No." I shook my head. "Thanks." I couldn't imagine eating anything at that moment . . . except for Fred, of course.
George
She decline my awkward offer of cereal and took a seat at the small, round table as I poured some for myself. Her crystal grey eyes watched me as I sat down and I had a another moment of déjà vu. Those eyes, for some reason, looked especially familiar paired with my emerald shirt. I frowned as I began eating my cereal. "Sleep well?" She asked. I nodded absently, trying not to stare at her. "You?" I asked through a mouthful of Cheerios. "Mhmmm." She hummed. I felt like I was making this really awkward by just being . . . well . . . not Fred. I scowled into my bowl at the thought. I finished my cereal in a hurry then went to the sink to rinse my bowl out. She stood up as well and cleared her throat. "Well, I'm going to get dresses and be on my way. Thanks for letting me borrow the shirt, by the way." She made to leave but I impulsively grabbed her hand. "You don't have to go now." I stated. "I mean you can stay as long as you want, you wont bother us." She raised an eyebrow at me. "Is your brother here? Sorry, whats his name again?" My encouraging smile faltered. "George. His name is George. Coolest guy you'll ever meet. Seriously." She smiled. "I thought that was you." She said playfully. I grinned. "It is me."
"Well, as much as I'd love to meet him, I really do have to go. My parents are probably starting to wonder where I am."
I made a sad face at her. "Oh all right then." I sighed. "If you must."
She smiled at me. "I'll see you later then?"
"Yeah. Come by the shop." I suggested brightly. "Anytime." I added for a good measure before pulling her in for a tight hug. That's what Fred would do, right? She smiled at me before turning back to the livingroom to collect her things. I watched her go appreciatively. "You can keep the shirt by way." I called after her. "Looks better on you, anyway." I winked at her as she turned around to give me an unimpressed smile. "Thanks, Fred."
By the time I had finished putting the food away she had apparated away. I stared at the empty living room dejectedly. "Oy, whats wrong with you?" I frowned at the sudden interruption, spotting Fred coming out of his room. "You look like someone killed your pet or something." My frown turned into a scowl as I turned to face him. "Maybe, you would like to tell me what a scantily clad woman was doing sleeping in our living room? Fred?" Fred shrugged and made his way towards the kitchen. "We were both blitzed last night so I invited her to stay over. Problem with that, George? Where did she go, anyhow?" I narrowed my eyes at Fred. "It's not a problem as long as you tell me! She left. Still has no idea that GEORGE even exists. Thought I was you again." Fred snorted. "I keep forgetting to tell her you're my twin. Ah well." He shrugged as he started to pour himself some cereal.
The next week flew by busily as our shop was bursting with customers. As Friday came around I found myself in a fair mood. I was obviously looking forward to the upcoming weekend. I sat down in the break room with a cup of Earl Grey leafing through the daily prophet contently. Fred was opening shop, which he rarely did, so I had some time for myself. Suddenly Fred came in with a determined look on his face.
" . . . and this is my brother George." He was saying. My lips froze on the rim of my cup as I stared at Rose. She looked at me and then at Fred and then at me.
"You're twins. Wow. Identicle." Rose smiled at me and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Rose." I swallowed nervously. Sure, I'd met her before but then I was pretending to be Fred.
"George." I took her warm hand, the the memory of our embrace in the kitchen flitted through my mind. "Enchanted." I smiled at her. Just then Lee came in and he and Rose embraced like long lost friends. I turned back to my paper. Just then a picture caught my eye. It was of Fred and Rose laughing together, his arm slung around her shoulder. I narrowed my eyes and scanned the headline "Weasley Twin Dating War Traitor." What the hell? I started reading the article: "Not a week ago this picture of FredWeasley was taken in Diagon Ally. And this is not the first time the two have been seen together. Weasley and this woman were seen in a pub in Hogsmeade the week before. But don't despair, Fred Weasley admirers! Something tells this reporter that this isn't going to last. Why is that? You may ask. Because the woman in question happens to be the long forgotten daughter of Leo and Sirsha Malfoy, nice of Lucius Malfoy well known ex death eater. Though there is no proof, Roisin Malfoy's parent's are suspected Voldemort sympathizers . . ." I stopped reading and just stared. Now it made sense. I'd seen her eyes before because the were the exact shade of her cousin Draco's.
"Fred?" I looked up suddenly.
"Yeah?" Fred asked carelessly.
"Have you seen this?" I thrust out the paper.
"Seen what?" He turned towards me, looked at the paper in my hand and shrugged. "Yeah, actually." By this time Lee and Rose were looking at me curiously.
"And you're okay with this?" I asked incredulously. "Did she even tell you?" I gestured towards her. Fred looked uncomfortable and Rose stared at me confused.
"What are you talking about, if I may ask?" I tossed the paper at her and watched with satisfaction as her face grew pale.
"So were you ever going to tell my brother? Your name isn't even Rose!" She narrowed her eye at me
"Firstly, your brother and I aren't really dating, contrary to this article. So I didn't feel obligated. Secondly my name is Roisin (she pronounced it Ro-sheen). The Irish equivalent for Rose." She turned to Fred. "I am sorry I never told you, Fred. But maybe you can understand my reserve." She gestured at me. Fred just shrugged.
"It's fine. I've seen the article. I don't really care too much for it, honestly."Roisin beamed at Fred. I got up angrily and marched out of the room.
Roisin
I returned home shaken by the incident with Fred's brother. However, I had a new found appreciation of Fred. He hadn't even been fazed and had let me know so. I began to believe I really had picked the best of the batch. I stewed around my room the next week, stuffing my face with chocolates and generally avoiding everyone. And hating that prick, George. Next Wednesday as I sat on my bed scooping gelato into my mouth, nose buried in a romantic novel, Iwas distracted by a tapping on my window. I put down my book and half melted gelato and made my way to the window, thrusting it open. A tiny gen owl swooped in, dropping a letter onto my floor. I snorted at the twittering spectacle and picked up the envelope. I opened it hesitantly. A small piece of parchment fell out onto the floor. I bent down and scooped it up and opened it.
Hey, Rose.
So guess what? Ron proposed to Hermione and they're having this engagement party in two weeks on the 25th starting at 7:00 at the Burrow. I thought maybe you'd like to come. Lee and Dean are going to be there. Let me know if you're coming.
Cheers,
Fred.
I stared down at this invite, a bit shocked. Surely Fred was the only person who really wanted me there. Besides, I didn't want to see his git of a twin. No, nope, Im not going. But the more I thought about George the angrier I became and before long my Malfoy pride got to me. I wouldnt back down just because of George! If what he saw in me was just some evil Malfoy, I was going to show him just how much more like my uncle I could be. He hadnt even scratched the surface. I pulled a piece of parchment from my desk and wrote:
Thank you, Fred. I'd love to go. See you there.
Love,
Rose.