A/N: Right. If I remember correctly a lot of you thought I was evil for the last chapter. Do not fear, it will pick up soon.
Disclaimer: I own none of thee characters. They belong to the goddess JK.
Dedication: For Suzume Chiyu who gave me the idea as to what I should make happen in this chapter, even if you didn't mean to.
Word count: 592
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George flipped through the old photo album. Each page was filled with photos of the whole Weasley clan ranging from tiny babies to grown ups. It had been a present from his mum for his eighteenth birthday. Her spindly writing proclaimed in gold ink the subject of each picture and the date it was taken. The pictures were in chronological order, starting with a few pictures of her and Arthur's wedding on to pictures of her pregnant with Bill then to baby pictures of Bill, his first birthday, first Christmas, first everything. This pattern was repeated for every child, every Weasley's life documented in one little book.
On another day George would have lingered over the pictures of his older brothers as little children but today was different. Today he just wanted to see himself and Fred. The first of them was when Molly had still been pregnant. She was much bigger than with any of the others but as she was carrying twins that was hardly unexpected. The next was of two tiny little pink, red-haired babies, curled up together in a cot fast asleep. Flicking forward a bit George found his favourite picture.
He and Fred were five. Charlie had spent the morning teaching them how to fly and had then had to rush off to help mum in the kitchen. They'd gone flying by themselves, even though they weren't supposed to. Fred had crashed his broom into one of the trees. George had rushed over and landed in the tree too. Fred wasn't hurt but his broom wouldn't fly so they'd flown round on the same broom, laughing constantly and falling off more than once. The picture had been taken without them noticing and they were smiling as they swooped around the paddock, happy in their own little world.
Back then he hadn't loved Fred any more than he did any of his other brothers or Ginny or his mum and dad. No, wait, that was a lie. He did love Fred more. But that was normal. They were twins. Of course he loved Fred more. But it was a brotherly love. The same love he had for all his brothers and sister. He wasn't in love with Fred.
Bu it had morphed. As they grew older he fell in love with Fred in the same way that you suddenly realise that your best friend is more than your best friend. The way you realise that they're the God damn love of your life. Like Ron had with Harry.
George couldn't stop the few tears the trickled down his cheeks as he thought of how much he envied his little brother. He'd gotten exactly who he wanted without any heartbreak along the way. Sure they had their fights but nothing too bad. And it broke George's heart that he wasn't ever going to get any of what Ron had because no-one would ever compare to Fred.
George picked the bottle of pills up off the table beside him, shook the bottle once then tipped the entire contents out into his hand. He pushed the white pills round his palm a few times before dropping them into a glass of water and stirring it a few times until they dissolved. He sighed once before knocking back the entire drink in one gulp. It was bitter and made George want to be sick. He forced the feeling down and stood to move over to the bed. The lethargy hit before he could lie down and he instead crumpled onto the floor.
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A/N: Gods! I really am evil aren't I? Review?