Blicke können Lügen strafen
titel: "Blicke können Lügen strafen"
autor:spellwinder666
fandom: Harry Potter
character: Fred/George, Percy
theme: mia_chan's prompt: "Blicke können Lügen strafen"
Word-count: 898
language: !E - N - G - L - I - S - H!
Ratings: light R?
warnings: twincest
beta: NO-beta
Disclaimer: not hers. all JKR´s.no money. just for fun
A/N 1: this fiction has been written for ME ME ME ME mia_chan
A/N 2: this fiction has been written BY spellwinder666
THIS FICTION HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY spellwinder666 NOT ME! I'm only posting it
Blicke können Lügen strafen
I feel his gaze upon me - upon us. Inquiring, unbelieving, unsure.
I knew that it was him, even before I looked at the door.
Everything would have been perfect, if this door had never opened. No one would have known. No one would ever have suspected….
But now it was too late. Too late to contemplate, too late to hide or to pretend that it were all a joke.
No, he had understood from the look of our redden faces that it was no joke, that we were not playing a trick on him.
Maybe, if we had simply grinned….
But we were shocked, we were too surprised. We had never expected anyone to find us here -to find out about us.
And what had seemed the most wonderful thing in the world only the blink of an eye before, the right thing, the only important thing in our lives, now causes us to blush in shame.
Yes, we know that no one would ever comprehend us. We know that we have to hide this burning and ripping feeling we have about each others.
How many times had I wondered how people would look at me if they knew… and how much do I wish that I had never found out.
A million thoughts race through my mind. Can I obliviate him? Can I find a time turner and prevent him from finding us here? Is there anything I can do?!
But I know there is no way to undo what has happened.
”What…?”
He finds his voice eventually, but from its tone I know that it was not a real question.
That look in his eyes… all the disappointment and disgust make me forget the wonderful moments I have lived before, make them seem like ashes torn away by a hurricane.
I cannot feel sorry for what we have done, and I cannot feel ashamed for it.
But I am sorry and I feel ashamed for the fact, that we got caught, and of all the possible people in the wizarding world by him.
He makes a quick movement and points his wand at us. I feel the body under me tense, and light shivers run through him.
Is it that bad? Do you have to threaten us? ARE YOU AFRAID OF US?
Please, please don’t look at me like that. Please don’t look at us like that. Please stop it!
There is disgust and hate in his eyes. He has never looked at me like that, never, and I would do anything to make him stop.
His wand drops to the floor and rolls a few inches away from him, but it seems he does not notice. There is nothing but him and us in the world.
He raises his hands to his bespectacled face and covers it; it seems he wants to wipe away what he has seen; it seems he hopes it were not more than a bad dream.
The look lies no longer upon us, and I feel hope grow inside of me like a flower.
I get up on my knees; hiding as well as I can under the sheets. I raise my hand towards him, palm up, shivering, pleading.
My voice is hoarse when I say his name.
“Percy…”
His hands fall from his face, they seem forceless. He stares at the floor, and somehow that is worse than having him staring at us.
Then, slowly, he raises his head and lays his gaze upon us.
His face is friendly, all smiling. He manages to blush, he even giggles a little, when he bows down to pick up his wand.
“Oh! Sorry boys. I did not mean to interrupt you…”
He looks at me one last time, and he seems all the old Percy.
There is no disgust, no hate, only Percy.
With a swish he is out of the attic and closes the door behind him, and I can smell a last note of Christmas cookies from downstairs which quickly vanishes in the dusty air.
I collapse on the makeshift bed, which is still ruffled and warm from our bodies.
Well known arms embrace me from behind. He strokes through my hair and tries to calm me down, and I realize that I cry violently and that my whole body shivers.
There had been nothing left of the disgust, the unbelief and the hatred when he left, but I know that he was pretending.
I know that something very important is broken, and nothing and no one in the world will ever be able to repair it, and I cry even harder.
A drop on my naked shoulder tells me that he, too, is crying.
I turn around to embrace him. I have only him left, now, and the future lays all dark in front of us.
The more important is it to stick together, to never let him go, never ever.
I dig my teeth into his shoulder as if to get even closer to him.
When he left he seemed all the old Percy, but I know his eyes were lying. He will never forget, and he will always be disgusted and he will always hate us, no matter what lies his eyes may tell.
I sob violently, and so does Fred.
“George”, he weeps, and I know that I will never ever leave him, no matter what.
autor:spellwinder666
fandom: Harry Potter
character: Fred/George, Percy
theme: mia_chan's prompt: "Blicke können Lügen strafen"
Word-count: 898
language: !E - N - G - L - I - S - H!
Ratings: light R?
warnings: twincest
beta: NO-beta
Disclaimer: not hers. all JKR´s.no money. just for fun
A/N 1: this fiction has been written for ME ME ME ME mia_chan
A/N 2: this fiction has been written BY spellwinder666
THIS FICTION HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY spellwinder666 NOT ME! I'm only posting it
Blicke können Lügen strafen
I feel his gaze upon me - upon us. Inquiring, unbelieving, unsure.
I knew that it was him, even before I looked at the door.
Everything would have been perfect, if this door had never opened. No one would have known. No one would ever have suspected….
But now it was too late. Too late to contemplate, too late to hide or to pretend that it were all a joke.
No, he had understood from the look of our redden faces that it was no joke, that we were not playing a trick on him.
Maybe, if we had simply grinned….
But we were shocked, we were too surprised. We had never expected anyone to find us here -to find out about us.
And what had seemed the most wonderful thing in the world only the blink of an eye before, the right thing, the only important thing in our lives, now causes us to blush in shame.
Yes, we know that no one would ever comprehend us. We know that we have to hide this burning and ripping feeling we have about each others.
How many times had I wondered how people would look at me if they knew… and how much do I wish that I had never found out.
A million thoughts race through my mind. Can I obliviate him? Can I find a time turner and prevent him from finding us here? Is there anything I can do?!
But I know there is no way to undo what has happened.
”What…?”
He finds his voice eventually, but from its tone I know that it was not a real question.
That look in his eyes… all the disappointment and disgust make me forget the wonderful moments I have lived before, make them seem like ashes torn away by a hurricane.
I cannot feel sorry for what we have done, and I cannot feel ashamed for it.
But I am sorry and I feel ashamed for the fact, that we got caught, and of all the possible people in the wizarding world by him.
He makes a quick movement and points his wand at us. I feel the body under me tense, and light shivers run through him.
Is it that bad? Do you have to threaten us? ARE YOU AFRAID OF US?
Please, please don’t look at me like that. Please don’t look at us like that. Please stop it!
There is disgust and hate in his eyes. He has never looked at me like that, never, and I would do anything to make him stop.
His wand drops to the floor and rolls a few inches away from him, but it seems he does not notice. There is nothing but him and us in the world.
He raises his hands to his bespectacled face and covers it; it seems he wants to wipe away what he has seen; it seems he hopes it were not more than a bad dream.
The look lies no longer upon us, and I feel hope grow inside of me like a flower.
I get up on my knees; hiding as well as I can under the sheets. I raise my hand towards him, palm up, shivering, pleading.
My voice is hoarse when I say his name.
“Percy…”
His hands fall from his face, they seem forceless. He stares at the floor, and somehow that is worse than having him staring at us.
Then, slowly, he raises his head and lays his gaze upon us.
His face is friendly, all smiling. He manages to blush, he even giggles a little, when he bows down to pick up his wand.
“Oh! Sorry boys. I did not mean to interrupt you…”
He looks at me one last time, and he seems all the old Percy.
There is no disgust, no hate, only Percy.
With a swish he is out of the attic and closes the door behind him, and I can smell a last note of Christmas cookies from downstairs which quickly vanishes in the dusty air.
I collapse on the makeshift bed, which is still ruffled and warm from our bodies.
Well known arms embrace me from behind. He strokes through my hair and tries to calm me down, and I realize that I cry violently and that my whole body shivers.
There had been nothing left of the disgust, the unbelief and the hatred when he left, but I know that he was pretending.
I know that something very important is broken, and nothing and no one in the world will ever be able to repair it, and I cry even harder.
A drop on my naked shoulder tells me that he, too, is crying.
I turn around to embrace him. I have only him left, now, and the future lays all dark in front of us.
The more important is it to stick together, to never let him go, never ever.
I dig my teeth into his shoulder as if to get even closer to him.
When he left he seemed all the old Percy, but I know his eyes were lying. He will never forget, and he will always be disgusted and he will always hate us, no matter what lies his eyes may tell.
I sob violently, and so does Fred.
“George”, he weeps, and I know that I will never ever leave him, no matter what.