Fic: Never Noticed
Title: Never Noticed
Author:
silentdescant
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/George
Summary: The twins have something to hide.
Wordcount: 1399
Warnings: *incest* and mild snogging.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, I'm just making up stories for my own enjoyment.
Never Noticed
It was just because they were twins. They’ve never been away from each other. They look so much alike…
Those were the excuses. Not that anyone ever noticed anyway.
The constant touching; whether a pat on the back, high-five, or just leaning against one another. The casually draped arm over the other’s shoulders. The hand on the other’s thigh. The fingers through the other’s hair. The smiles… reserved for each other and no one else.
Fred and George weren’t normal twins by any standards. Firstly, they were wizards. But even amongst wizards, they weren’t normal. They could sense each other’s feelings and thoughts, and, while not exactly reading each other’s mind, they could anticipate what the other would say or do. Even with this to set them apart from other “normal” wizarding twins, they were different. They were in love. Not a normal, twin-brotherly love, but a deeper, truer love. And they didn’t care.
The common room was dark except for the faint glow of the dying fire. Fred and George Weasley sat together, on a chair by the fire. The chair wasn’t technically big enough for both of them, so George draped his legs over Fred’s lap and leaned against his shoulder. Fred leaned back. He always did. Fred absently combed George’s brilliant red hair with his fingers, hair that matched his own exactly. They both stared into the embers, just thinking. Sometimes they could share their feelings and thoughts without speaking, but this wasn’t one of those times. Fred gazed at the logs and thought about his twin: how George depended on him, how he depended on George… George closed his eyes and thought about what would happen if Fred suddenly didn’t want him anymore. George often thought and worried about this, but deep down, he knew it would never happen. Fred would never betray him like that.
Without opening his eyes, George bent his neck slightly to kiss Fred’s jaw. Fred leaned in, just like he always did, and sighed. George occupied himself with fully exploring the left side of Fred’s face.
“George?” Fred whispered. “Can we talk about something for a moment?”
With a groan, George pulled away and looked Fred in the eye. This was something serious. For pranksters like them, serious was not often a good thing.
“I love you, George.”
“Is that what you wanted to talk about?” George asked, confused.
“No. I just wanted you to know that before I started talking…”
“Oh. Well, I love you as well, Fred.”
“D’you ever feel that… I dunno, this is just… strange?”
George sucked in a sharp breath. “What’re you saying?”
“What will people say?” Fred asked desperately. “If they knew about what we were doing, what would they say, George?”
George thought for a moment before answering, trying to anticipate someone’s reaction without panicking. “Fred…”
“Please, George. What would they say?”
“They’d call us freaks. Perverts. Things like that,” George answered calmly.
“What would they do, George?”
“They’d separate us,” George blurted out before he even had time to think. “Shite, they’d separate us, Fred,” George repeated, his voice growing panicky.
“Yeah…”
“Fred, why did you start this?”
“Because no one can know, not ever,” Fred replied seriously, looking his only marginally younger twin in the eye.
“You don’t think this is wrong, do you Fred?” George asked, dreading the answer.
“No,” Fred said simply. “I think we belong together. Forever.”
“Right. I agree.”
They resumed their staring at the fire and a comfortable silence settled around them. Fred’s fingers gently tugged on George’s hair. George closed his eyes again, leaning into his brother’s hand.
“I’m sorry, George. I didn’t mean it like that,” Fred whispered suddenly.
“Sorry about what?”
“Scaring you.” Fred was nothing if not blunt.
“Oh. It’s alright, I guess.”
Fred turned his head to look at his twin. It was like looking into a mirror. A very soft, warm mirror. Fred leaned into George’s lips slowly, pushing his tongue past into George’s mouth. George laced his fingers through Fred’s hair and around the back of his neck and pulled him closer.
“It’s alright, Fred. There’s no one here,” George murmured against Fred’s mouth.
“I don’t want to hide.” Fred pulled away slightly, but not far enough to escape the feel of George’s warm breath against his lips.
“We have no choice, Fred. They’d separate us. Forever.”
“It’s just so hard. Keeping a secret like this.”
“We have to.” There was a short silence as they gazed at each other lovingly. “Fred… kiss me.”
“An order from you? This is interesting,” Fred smiled, less than an inch from George’s soft lips.
“Kiss me, Fred, please…” George moaned. He wasn’t the dominant twin. He didn’t give orders, he just followed them. Always followed them.
“George…” Fred breathed heavily, still not leaning close enough to kiss. “Take off your shirt, George.”
He complied, unbuttoning the top three buttons, then pulling the shirt over his head. It landed on the floor, dangerously close to the fire. Fred’s hands were on him instantly, his nails living thin red trails across his pale skin. Fred extricated himself from beneath his brother, carefully crawling over him to be on top. George moaned softly as Fred planted a light kiss on his throat. Fred’s fingers traced the many scars and burn marks on George’s chest. These were the only physical difference between them. Though they both had scars, they different places, unlike the identical patterns of freckles on both bodies.
“Fred, please…”
“Please what?”
“Kiss me…”
After a moment, Fred complied, kissing George’s chin and nose. He could feel George’s hot breath on his skin. Finally, Fred sucked his upper lip gently, allowing George to do the same to his bottom lip. Fred’s tongue probed George’s mouth, causing George to shiver. The red trails Fred’s nails left had all but disappeared. Fred moved his tongue down to George’s neck, where he alternately sucked and blew lightly on his pulsing jugular.
George slipped lower in the chair, Fred still straddling him. George’s hands pushed under Fred’s shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. With Fred’s help, George pulled the shirt off and as their bodies touched, they kissed deeply, neither wanting to move. Fred lifted his head to pull gently on George’s earlobe with his teeth. George gasped, his breath leaving him in a hiss. Without abandoning George’s earlobe, Fred unbuttoned George’s trousers and pulled them down a few inches. George’s hands were on his wrists then, and Fred pulled back, a question in his eyes.
“What if someone came down?”
“We’ve been snogging for twenty minutes, George,” Fred whispered.
“We could have explained that away. But not this, Fred.”
“How would we have explained away shirtless snogging? I’m just wondering,” Fred asked in genuine curiosity.
“We were simply examining each other’s scars, discussing our new product,” answered George easily.
“Sitting on top of each other?”
“That would be a bit difficult, but I don’t think many people would think twice of it, seeing that it’s us.”
“Then lets go somewhere else,” Fred smiled as he stood. He reached out and took George’s hand, pulling him up as well. George felt a bit dazed when Fred kissed him roughly on the mouth. He nearly collapsed back into the chair, but Fred held him up, pulling him towards the portrait hole.
“Where’re we going?” asked George between deep breaths.
“Does it matter?”
“As long as you’re there, no.”
A few minutes later, Fred opened a door, seemingly at random, and pushed George inside. The room was a broom closet, barely big enough for both of them to stand together. Without warning, Fred leaned into his twin, pushing him up against the hard, cold wall. Fred licked, and sucked, and kissed George’s abdomen possessively, leaving red marks where his teeth nipped the skin. George gasped, clutching at Fred’s shoulders to stay upright. Fred pushed him against the wall again, nearly knocking the breath out of him.
“Tell me, George.”
“I love you, Fred,” George whimpered as Fred’s teeth scraped his shoulder. The pale, thin bodies were soon slippery with sweat. They were never more than an inch from each other. As they slid, together, down the wall to the floor, both gasping for air, George whispered in his brother’s ear. “I’m forever yours.”
“Forever mine,” Fred repeated, kissing his twin passionately.
Yet no one ever noticed.
fin.