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Fred was absolutely gutted. With dry eyes, but with the bitterness of a broken heart he sat slumped down against a tree, looking out over the Great Lake. In contrast to his dark mood the grounds of Hogwarts were sun-drenched. The sleepless nights had left him exhausted and turned his eyes raw and bloodshot. When people asked, he said a spell had gone wrong. Seeing as the twins were always experimenting and George looked just as pale and red-eyed, nobody questioned it.
Before he saw his twin coming up to him, Fred felt his presence. He didn’t need to see George to know he was near. But today, no matter how physically close George was, he was further away from Fred as he had ever been in his whole life. George looked just as tired and sad as Fred felt. With a deep sigh, he sat down next to his brother. He tried to meet Fred’s eyes. When he refused to look at him, George reached for his hand. Fred locked their eyes for one second, then pulled away his hand.
“I’m so sorry Fred —”
“Just leave me alone.”
“But I —“
“Just bugger off, will ya!” Fred raised his voice now.
“I love you Freddie” George whispered. Before Fred could answer he got up and walked away. He didn’t want to hear the silence that he knew he would get in return.
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A fortnight ago
It had been the Quidditch final: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry had caught the snitch right under Malfoy’s nose and they had won the cup! As was tradition, they celebrated in their common room.
The twins had just come back from a successful visit to the Hogwarts kitchen. Dobby had been honored to give them snacks and drinks. “Congratulate Harry Potter for me, will you, Masters Weasley?” He asked. Harry had summoned the house-elf after George gave him the message. Dobby was now dancing on a table, drinking a butterbeer. Three tea cosies on his head and five pairs of socks on his feet.
They had partied for a few hours when George stumbled up to Fred. “Freddieeee!” He kissed his brother on the cheek.
“Georgie! Time for bed innit?” He grinned at his drunk twin, who was a little wobbly on his feet.
“Naaahh, don’t be daft, we’re just getting started!”
“C’mere.” Fred put George’s left arm around his neck, and wrapped his right arm around George’s waist. He set up a pout. When Fred wasn’t swayed by this George let himself be guided to their dormitory.
Fred gently lowered his brother on his bed. “Freddie” George mumbled, “I love you” .
Fred grinned. George always became very affectionate when he had too much to drink. “I love you too Georgie.” He tried to take of George’s shoes. His limp body did not coöperate at all. “But if you really love me you’ll help me a bit.”
“Can’t.” Said George sleepy. “Freddie gots to do it.”
“Git.” But he laughed and carefully undressed his brother. After he had tugged George in, he took of his own clothes and got in to bed.
“I gots a ringing in my head Freddie. Hurts —.
“That’s the fire whiskey mate. It’ll wear off. Just go to sleep.”
“Can’t Freddie, can’t sleep. Won’t you pet me a little, like mum does when we’re sick?”
Fred sighed, but got up anyway. “Scoot over then.”
George rolled to the side of the bed. Leaving a bit more space for Fred, but he hadn’t been very generous. Fred climbed in. “You want me to do your back? Like mum does?”
“Uh huh.” He rolled on his side, his back turned to Fred.
Fred knocked back the blanket a bit, and George’s bare back was exposed. Freckles all over Fred knew, even if he couldn’t see it in the dark. He started stroking his brother’s back. George moaned softly. The sound turned Fred on. He moved his lower body a little more away from George. It wouldn’t be the first time his brother gave him a hard-on.
“Feels nice Freddie” he whispered.
“Just try and sleep okay?”
“M’kay.”
At first Fred had been careful where he stroked George. But as he got sleepy his hands starting going on auto pilot. He ran his fingers through George’s half long red hair. Massaged his temple softly. His hand slid from George’s neck to his shoulders. George let out a groan that seemed to be of (not so innocent) pleasure. Fred awoke from his sleepy state because of it. But didn’t stop himself. He couldn’t. He wanted to touch George. He wanted to touch him everywhere. His hand slowly lowered and he put his arm around George’s waist. Trying to soothe his twin brother, he gave light kisses on the soft skin of George’s back. Fred usually knew what his brother was going to do or say before he did, but when George turned around and faced him, Fred was in shock. Had he gone too far?
“Feels so nice Freddie.” He placed his forehead against that of Fred. “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss on his brothers hair. Then moved down to his nose and kissed that softly. His lips now fleetingly touching Fred’s cheek.
“What ya doing Georgie?”
“Kissing you.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I want to.”
“You’re drunk Georgie.”
“I know. But I also want to do it when I’m sober.” He rested his head on his brother’s chest and started stroking Fred’s belly. His fingers traced the hair running down from Fred’s navel.
Fred had been drowning in pleasure at the touch, but his brother's hand so close to his crotch sobered him up. He grabbed it and pushed it away.
“Don’t Fred, don’t push me away. I know you want this too. I see how you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”
When Fred started opening his mouth to deny this, George lifted his head and pressed his lips firmly on his brother's mouth. Fred moaned. He wanted to stop this. George was drunk. He didn’t know what he was doing. But Fred couldn’t stop. He kissed back. George’s mouth opened under his, and his tongue slid inside. After a minute of pure heaven, he cupped George’s cheek as he looked at him. “Is this real?”
“Yeah Freddie, it’s real.”
Against his own will, his eyes started watering. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
George started kissing away his tears.”I know, ” he whispered. “Me too.” He leaned in for another kiss, but that’s when Lee stumbled in. Fred was so glad he had had the sense to close their curtains after he had climbed into his brother's bed. George gave him a silent kiss and turned around. He pressed close to his brother as if he was unable to ever get close enough. Fred fell asleep, his strong arm around George’s waist, comforted by the feeling of his brothers breathing.