A/N: ouo This is basically a very condensed version of how I see the twins getting together. To make their relationship have more depth, I put a rift between them, and this is the resulting tension that has carefully been built up over the course of a few months. I would say this is the first time Fred and George have a row with each other and the only time they get into such an argument/fight. :o *waves fingers*
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"Why aren't you saying anything to me? You've been so distant…"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Wouldn't understand? Who the fuck do you think I am, Fred? I'm your twin…your brother, your best friend…you never keep things from me…why are you doing it now?"
He turns on the spot, flashes of scarlet and gold swimming George's line of vision as Fred's robe whips about from behind. His young features are lined with despair, worry, and frustration, dark irises glowering. "I have my reasons."
"Your reasons?" The elder snorts, positively charged with anger. How can his brother be doing this to him? "Fred…we never do this…what's wrong?"
"Everything."
"That's not good enough!"
Without a second thought, George pushes Fred back into the Quidditch lockers and earns a reverberating 'clink'! as his body hits the metal.
"Shit, Fred…I – "
He is deaf to any pleas – George's push has charged him with adrenaline and now he is fighting back, pushing his older brother backwards. They continue to shove and fumble and even throw a few punches until Fred is successful in throwing George into the opposite set of lockers and pinning him there by his shirt.
"What the fuck is your deal?" George screams, face flushed a light tinge of scarlet. All of Fred's actions only serve to hurt and confuse him even more…
"You wanna know what my deal is? It's you!"
Before George can feel any more sorrow or fear at these words, Fred proves that they have a positive meaning – without a second's hesitation, he leans in and kisses his twin hard on the lips for several sweet seconds before parting.
"It's you…I love you, George…more than I need to…"
"Fred…kiss me again…"
A breathless nod before the pair reconnect, clinging onto each other in the fear that what they have desired for so long will just as quickly slip away once more.