A/N: Hi everyone! I thought it was about time I introduced George in a more prominent role. This chapter (only) is also written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition.

Prompts:

1. Radio
12. "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it." - To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee
15. Dialogue: "I'm up to my eyes!"

Please enjoy!

~Maya

The Gryffindor Way

Confession

George Weasley's nose was in a book, his wand pointing and twiddling at a radio box in front of him. He didn't seem to realize that his action was making the Weird Sisters sing louder and louder by the moment.

This state of aloneness was vaguely strange for George; he was almost always found with either his brother Fred, his friend Lee Jordan, or both. Today, unfortunately, Lee was occupied by a class that was inconveniently scheduled during Fred's and George's free period, and Fred was occupied by Angelina Johnson. In fact, he was occupied by her not twenty feet from George on the comfy sofa in the Gryffindor common room.

He could hear their sickeningly lovey-dovey chatter between their kisses. It had been a few months since Fred and Angelina had become a couple, and they couldn't have been happier. They were always holding hands in the corridor, sharing food and kisses in the Great Hall, laughing and pranking Slytherins together. George was noticing a subtle change in his brother that only he, as Fred's twin, would be able to see.

Fred's smile seemed brighter, his laugh was more open and carefree. He was flying better and practicing his spells (the ones they would need for their joke shop, of course) harder. George had even caught him whistling in the shower once or twice.

It was for this change and this change only that George put a genuine smile on his face every day he saw his brother and Angelina together. Next to Fred's happiness, George's hurt seemed tiny and insignificant. Every time he looked at them, he found himself longing to be in his brother's place, wishing that he could hold Angelina's hand and kiss her beautiful, chocolate skin. She was wonderful and perfect, but she wasn't his.

They were laughing again, apparently at something Angelina had said.

"Merlin, you're hilarious!" cried Fred, kissing her fondly. "That's definitely why I love you." The radio grew louder.

"Shut up," she giggled, smacking him across the chest. "You know that was a terrible joke."

"Come on, Angelina," Fred protested. "Do you even know me? You know I never laugh at an un-funny joke."

"Fred Weasley, you'll laugh at anything that presents itself as a joke, funny or not," she said.

Fred pouted. "You wound me."

Angelina laughed and kissed him. The radio grew even louder.

George thanked the stars above that their voices were beginning to get muffled over the increasing volume of Celestina Warbeck (yes, he would rather listen to her than the couple's flirting).

Suddenly, with a deafening blast, the radio box exploded, sending shards of plastic flying through the air.

"Oi!" yelled Fred, looking over in alarm. "What the bloody hell was that?"

"Sorry," George mumbled, offering an apologetic smile. "Accident."

Averting his eyes, he stood abruptly and headed towards his dormitory. With a sinking feeling, he heard Fred say to Angelina, "I'd better see what's up." It would be excruciatingly difficult to keep his feelings pinned down at this moment, but George would do it. He would have to, for the sake of two people he loved dearly.

"What's going on George?" Fred demanded, shutting the door behind him.

With his back to him, George took a deep breath and prepared the lie he would brightly tell through his teeth. Then, he calmly turned around, looked his brother in the eyes, and said, "I'minlovewithAngelina."

Fred's mouth dropped open, and his eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. "Wh-what?"

"I'm in love with Angelina, Fred!" George shouted, giving up completely. "I'm crazy about her. I don't reckon I have to tell you why, 'cause it's probably for the same reasons you are."

"You—you're in love with her?" Fred repeated blankly.

"Bloody hell, yes! And I'm up to my eyes in your constant icky flirting with her!" he yelled, seizing his own hair and pulling in frustration.

"Merlin, mate," said Fred, shocked. "I didn't…I didn't know."

With a slight groan, George fell back onto his bed and shut his eyes. "Well, now you do," he muttered.

Fred was silent for several moments. Then, so quietly that George wasn't sure if he even actually said it, he whispered, "I'm sorry." The door to the dormitory shut softly as Fred left, and George was alone.

Before he went back to the common room to be with his girlfriend, Fred stood still outside the door for a moment. Never would he have thought that his brother would fancy the same girl he fancied, much less love her. But there it had been, love, plain as day, in George's eyes.

Sadness gripped him briefly, sadness for his great, amazing brother, whose love for Angelina Johnson would never be requited. Of this, Fred was certain, because he fully intended to marry the girl who was waiting outside for him. After a few days, he would ask George if he wanted him to stop seeing Angelina, and if George said yes, he would do so. For the time being, Fred was confident that he would have George's blessing.

But, he reminded himself as he made his way down to the common room, he hadn't expected George's feelings in the slightest. There could just as easily be more that he wouldn't be able to anticipate. Twins though they were, Fred and George were two very separate individuals in heart and mind, and Fred was faced with the realization that You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.

A/N: I didn't want it to be too sad, and it's not to me, but for some of you it might be. Let me know how you felt about it, and what I should do next! Also, I said before that the chapters will have a general "Gryffindor" theme to them, but I didn't underline that theme plainly here on purpose - I don't want you to think I forgot about it!

~Maya