A/N: I am so sorry about how long I take to update. Feel; free to hunt me down and kill me with a pancake. And I'm really sorry that it's so short. I have writers block.

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Fred winced slightly as an arm curled around his waist from behind.

"Hi, gorgeous," a voice breathed against the back of his neck.

"Hi, Becky," he said, easing himself out of her embrace and moving to stand a few steps away.

"Fred, Honey, what's wrong?" she asked, tilting her head on one side making her dirty blonde hair flop into her eyes.

She's not even that pretty, Fred mused as she smiled uncertainly at him, and she's blonde. I don't like blondes. I like red heads. And she's been sleeping with Malfoy. Why on Earth am I doing this?

The smile on Rebecca's face wavered to be replaced by a small frown.

"It's over, isn't it?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," said Fred quietly, not even surprised that she knew what he was going to say.

"What was it?" she asked "George or Draco?"

"George? Why would it be George? What's he got to do with us?"

"Ah, in denial still. Oh well. I'll see you around Freddy."

Rebecca was gone and out of the door before George could question her. He stood for a few moments, pondering on her words and why neither she nor he himself seemed at all upset by the break-up.

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Ron liked mornings. He liked lying in bed, listening to Harry's soft snoring, the sounds of George's deep rumbles from the next room, birds cawing in the garden. All the things that made his world a little more perfect. He had his favourite brother living with him in his perfect house with his perfect boyfriend. How could life get any better than this?

The one thing that Ron didn't like about mornings was the absence of Fred's high pitched murmuring excuse for snoring, the perfect companion to George's low grumble. It reminded him constantly that, although he could hear George, Fred wasn't there. And much as he had despised the twins in his youth, one without the other was just too sad to think about.

Every morning Ron thought of the same thing. First perfection, then sadness. But the morning three weeks after George had turned up was different. No loud rumbles permeated his and Harry's bedroom wall, no thoughts of perfection, only sadness.

For the first time since he and Harry had moved in together, Ron was the first one out of bed. Padding quietly to George's room he peered inside. The bed was neatly made and a small piece of parchment was laid atop the pale green pillow.

Thanks for letting me stay. Sorry I left without saying anything. I just need to get away for a bit. Tell Gin, Bill, Charlie, Mum, Dad and Perce that I love them.

Love George

Ron read the note twice through before screwing it up and dropping it back onto the bed.

"You make it sound like you're never coming back," said Ron sadly to the crumpled parchment.

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A/N: That's me done for this chapter. Please review. Is there anything in particular that you want to happen?

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