A/N: I am so so sorry about how long it takes me to update these. I'm very sorry. Forgive me?

Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from a rather weird pair of stripy socks which are currently cutting off the circulation to my toes.

Dedicated to my Ali, who apparently loves this story. You'd better review babe.

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Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was as busy as ever. People edged through the crowds, boxes piled high in their arms. Fred was rushed off his feet, more so than usual without his brother's help. And he was constantly reminded of George's lack of presence by the customers themselves. He could have sworn that he'd been asked 'aren't there two of you?' at least ten times already that day.

Another pile of boxes was dropped onto the counter and Fred began ringing them up, not looking at the customer, too wrapped up in missing George to pay much attention to his work.

"Is that all?" he asked for the millionth time that day.

"I'll take a date if there's one going."

Fred looked up in surprise. His customer was a tall curvy girl with thick red hair curling down to her shoulders. She had a pretty face and silvery grey eyes. Normally he would have taken the offer up instantly but for some reason he felt no attraction to this girl at all. Smiling gently he shook his head.

"Thanks, but no thanks. You're not my type."

He wasn't quite sure where the last statement had come from. Normally that would have been a complete lie but now it slipped from his lips easily and he knew it to be true. Confused by his own attitude, Fred threw himself into packing her shopping.

The girl shrugged nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter. How much?"

It was only hours later, long after the girl left and he'd shut up the shop for the night, that Fred was allowed a second alone with his thoughts but he put off the moment where he would have to analyse his feelings. Rifling through the freezer he found one of Molly's homemade lasagnes. Turning to the oven, he stared at it for a moment, trying to remember how to work the damn thing.

I wish George was here, he thought to himself as he picked over his very chewy Chinese takeaway, he always knew how to cook. We always had nice food when he was here.

Switching the TV on, he found that all he could find were reruns of Friends and as he'd seen them all a billion times he gave up and went to bed.

It's strange, he thought as he lay there, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars that George had stuck on the ceiling years ago and charmed to move, something is missing.

As he watched the smallest star that George had labelled 'Ronnie' he realised. The flat was too quiet. The washing machine wasn't going. That was George's job. The TV wasn't blaring. It was George that was the Torchwood addict. The mirror on the wall in the hall wasn't chatting to herself. She'd stopped talking when George left. He'd always been her favourite. And Fred was filled with the horrible realisation that when night fell there would be no low rumbling snore to lull him off to sleep.

The flat was much too quiet. He didn't want to be alone any longer. And it looked like whilst he was living the life he did, he would never escape George.

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A loud banging on the front door woke Harry up. Glancing to his left, he wasn't surprised to see that Ron was still asleep. Ron could sleep through even a Death Eater attack and had been known to on one occasion. Pulling a dressing gown on, he padded downstairs and unlocked the front door. Edging it open a crack, he peered outside.

"Fred?" he asked and pulled the door open a bit further.

"Yeah. Is George here? I need to find him."

"Why do you want him?"

"I can't stand not having him around, Harry. I'm a twin. I'm not meant to be alone."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you," said Harry, moving to shut the door.

"What! Wait. Why not?" Fred asked, jamming his foot into the doorframe so Harry couldn't shut him out.

"Look, Fred, George is in love with you. And unless you're in love with him too, then I for one don't think you should have anything to do with him. He'll only get hurt more."

With a quick shove, Harry forced Fred's foot out of the way and slammed the door, only feeling slightly guilty about pretending to know where George was.

Fred stood for a few moments, staring at the shut door in disbelief, before turning round and trudging off down the garden path, completely lost as to what he was supposed to do. It wasn't like he could just fall in love with his twin!

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A/N: Ooooh, I'm being mean to Freddy. Evil me. I'm sorry it's quite short but that's all that want to be written today. Any chance of a review?