Narcissists: Chapter 4
Title:Narcissists
Pairing:Fred/George
Genre: Angst, Romance
Adult Content:NC-17
Length: 4/?
Summary: What do you call yourself when you fall in love with your reflection?
Disclaimer:I don't own any of these characters, places, yada, yada, yada. The almighty J.K. Rowling does. I just like playing with them. Of course this isn't a library so I can't promise they will come back in good condition. Sadly I also make no profit off this. I do it for fun.
A/N: *face palm* Sorry, short chapters just seem to be my specialty. I can't help it. I also know the story seems to be moving a bit slow. Something that bothered me about other stories was everything seemed to move so fast. So I've slowed mine down a bit. Please enjoy.
Fred’s POV:
I finally manage to pull myself together enough to at least cast a cleaning spell. The evidence of my betrayal is gone with the wave of my wand. Pulling myself off the floor I throw the clothes on my bed along with myself. Staring up at the canopy I wonder how I’m ever going to look at George’s face again after what I just did. I close my eyes and think of everything I would lose if George ever found out my secret. Images of us laughing, riding brooms together, and teasing Ron flash through my mind. No one understands me like George. He’s there when I don’t even know I need him. Then I imagine myself alone and my chest tightens. It feels like I’ve been punched in the stomach and I stop trying to imagine my life without George immediately. I pull the covers over my head and wait for him to get back from his shower.
George’s POV:
I sit on the bathroom floor so long that I wonder if I’ve become part of the tile by now. I mutter a quick cleaning spell to remove all traces of my disgrace. I grab the clothes I brought into the bathroom with me. I pull them on quickly and wander over to the window. Staring across the garden I ponder what Fred would think of me if he knew what I’d been doing. I breathe in the morning air and let memories drift in and out of focus in my thoughts. I remember Fred and me as children fighting over a book, Fred and me hiding all of Ron’s underwear, nicking food from the Hogwarts kitchens, and throwing old sweets to the octopus in the lake. I smile fondly and stare at the clouds until a shadow passes over my happy reminiscing. If Fred ever knew how I felt there would never be anymore of those memories. Ice that feels like a million splinters shoots along my spine. Reluctantly I pull myself away from the window and walk down the hall to face Fred.
Fred’s POV:
The door creaks open and I throw the covers away from my head. George is standing in the doorway looking over at me.
“The shower’s free if you want,” he tells me as he walks the rest of the way into our room and sits down on his bed.
“Nah, I’m fine,” I lie casually. I shove the clean clothes off the end of my bed with my foot while I throw the covers off and sit up. I find some clothes I’d already worn once so I can change out of my pajamas into something suitable for the day. I quickly make the swap and turn back to George.
“You ready to get working on some new Wonder Witch products?” I ask grinning at him while I wait for an answer. I see a strange expression leaving George’s eyes before he returns my smile full watt and nods his head.
“Of course, brother mine. So what are we developing for the lovely ladies today?” he asks, wandering over to grab some papers off of our desk.
“Well, I’m not really sure. I did have a couple of ideas though.” I respond following him over to the desk.
George’s POV:
I open the door to find Fred in his bed completely covered by his blankets. He whips them off of his head when he hears me start to enter the room though. I let him know he can go shower if he wants to, but he says he’s fine. That’s when gets up and starts to change out of his pajamas. My heart almost stops when he slides his pants down. I’m drinking in every detail about Fred’s body that I don't get to see often enough while I can. All too soon he’s covering up his lovely figure and his voice is breaking through my daydream. I manage to catch the end of his question.
“. . .some new Wonder Witch products?” he asks grinning at me and waiting for an answer. His beauty catches me off guard and I spend a moment staring before shaking myself mentally. I smile brightly and nod at him.
“Of course, brother mine. So what are we developing for the lovely ladies today?” I ask as I stroll over to our desk to find our last list of product ideas. I clear the last cobwebs of indecent thoughts away as he mentions something about having some ideas when he follows me over to the desk.
Fred and George’s POV:
I spend the rest of the day next to him planning new products. Every time he moves just a little too close I can’t breathe. I find myself leaning towards him too though. I only want to be out of breath when it's his fault. Then I think about everything I could lose if he found out and it instantly sobers me. I know I’ll never be able to hold him close like I want to, but maybe at least this way I won’t drive him away. I think everything can be okay between us. Besides, I won’t chance breaking the mirror and losing my reflection.