First Times (and some bonus ficage)
Before I get started with the fic, I just got 'If I Had A Million Dollars' by the Barenaked Ladies, and it's so going on the Fred/George playlist!
Title: First Date
Series: First Times
Author/Artist: Anneko
Rating: Teen
Warning(s): Well, if you're looking for F/G slash, you're not going to find anything in here you'll object to, except perhaps a lack of sex.
Disclaimer: Characters within belong to J. K. Rowling, and not in any way, shape, or form to me.
A/N: Sequel to 'First Kiss' from more an inside POV.
Summary/Excerpt: The first Hogsmeade weekend after Fred and George's first kiss comes up, and so does the subject of what to do next.
"So." Fred kicked his legs and pretended to be more interested in his bedspread than what he was saying. "Hogsmeade."
"Yeah." George made no attempt to hide his excitement, and after a moment, the fact that Fred was made him pause. "And?"
"Well... we kind of... made out a bit."
George snorted. "A bit, yeah."
"So I suppose the gentlemanly thing to do would be to ask you on a date."
"Because we're both such gentlemen." George scoffed, but he was really pretty pleased that Fred brought the idea up. It saved him having to do it...
"Well, we could just find a dark alley to maul each other in, but I thought you might fancy a drink or something first."
"Sure." He smiled, settling next to his twin. "That'd be great. Uh... how are we going to ditch Lee? He's going to expect us all to do something."
"True. We could set him up with a date..."
"Because that worked so well with Oliver."
"That's totally different, George." Fred scowled.
In the end, they managed to give Lee the slip on the way down to Hogsmeade that Saturday. After making exaggerated faces and wretching noises outside a very pink looking tearoom, they made their way into the Three Broomsticks.
"So." Fred brought their drinks over to a little table in the corner. "After this, do you want to do Zonko's, then the dark alley, then Honeydukes, or Honeydukes, Zonko's, dark alley?"
"Honeydukes before Zonko's or we won't have any money, then once we're broke we can spend as much time in that dark alley as you like."
"I like the way you think, brother mine." Fred grinned, and it seemed to George as though maybe, just maybe, he was barely restraining himself from jumping across the table at him.
"It's because I think the way you do."
"Yeah, but better."
They left the pub, did their shopping, and found the darkest alley in the remotest part of Hogsmeade.
"So." Fred wiped his palms on his slacks.
"So." George tugged at the hem of his sweater.
They leaned in towards each other. Their lips were a hair's breadth apart when a door opened onto the alley, and a lanky, bearded man came out with a garbage pail.
"Oi! You hoodlums! I've chased bigger'n you out of here before. If you've writ anything rude on my wall, your headmaster's going to hear about it!"
"Looks like we've picked the wrong alley." George whispered.
"Run?"
"Oh, yes, let's."
It was still the best date either of them could imagine.
---/-/---
FIN
Title: Christmas Is The Time To Say I Love You
Series: First Times
Author/Artist: Anneko
Rating: Teen
Warning(s): Reckless use of mistetoe, which is probably, as you know, infested with Nargles.
Disclaimer: Characters within belong to J. K. Rowling, and not in any way, shape, or form to me.
A/N: Also a sequel to 'First Times'
Summary/Excerpt: Fred and George try again...
"This is murder." Fred groaned, rolling his shoulders under the hot water.
"Brutal." George agreed. He checked to see that they were alone before crossing the showers to rub the knots out of his twin's muscles. "You're tight."
Fred looked over his shoulder, and George groaned.
"You've got good hands." He purred.
"Hey, once I'm done you've got to do me."
"Be happy to."
"We need to get Oliver laid."
"You know, that wasn't the thought foremost on my mind."
"It's been two and a half years of this. I can't take much more." George turned around, and after a moment, Fred did the same, massaging his stiff neck.
"Well what do you want to do about it?"
"I don't know... yet."
---/-/---
The epiphany hit during dinner when Oliver actually stopped in the middle of his speech on that afternoon's practice.
Fred and George followed his eyeline, to where a few people had just entered the Great Hall. Mostly first years, certainly no one at all attractive.
Oliver stood up and waved energetically. "Perce! Spot over here!"
The twins exchanged confused looks. Oliver only ever stopped lecturing them about Quidditch if he spotted another member of the team he could include in the lecture. Not only was Percy not on the team, he didn't know a blessed thing about the sport.
"Thanks." Percy slid into the seat beside Oliver, casting a somewhat distrustful glance to the twins. "How did practice go, then?"
"Great." Oliver enthused, a complete one-eighty from the list of complaints he'd just been heaping on Fred and George. "Team's in excellent shape, really excellent. Yeah. Great. You'll, ah, you'll be watching, the, ah, the game, then?"
"Yes, of course."
"Right, well, yeah, you come to every game." Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. "Your brothers play, course you do."
"And, um, you're doing well, then, you two?" Percy nodded to the twins, including them in the conversation again.
"Oh yeah." Fred nodded. "We're in top form. Aren't we, Ol?"
"Er, yeah."
"Best season yet." George grinned.
"Well. That's nice, then."
"So... I heard you and Penny broke up." Oliver shifted uncomfortably.
"Yes. We're still friends. I don't know..."
"Oh. Well. So... are you staying over Christmas break?"
Percy nodded. "I thought I might. After all, with everything that's been going on-- I mean, I'm Head Boy. I might be needed."
Fred snorted. Percy sniffed loudly and made a show of ignoring him, and George hid a giggle behind his hand.
"I'm glad-- I mean, if you're all staying, that's half the team I'll have over the holidays."
"Oh, no, Ol, you should take Christmas off." Fred urged.
"Yeah, 's not healthy, not having a break." George egged.
---/-/---
Later, when Lee had fallen asleep, Fred and George formed a huddle on George's bed, curtains drawn around them.
"Percy!" Fred hissed, aghast.
"I can't believe it." George tsked.
"Well, still, if that's what Oliver wants, we should help him get it."
"Doesn't Percy fancy girls?"
"George, do you want to have a moment of peace in your life? Or, I'm sorry, would you rather do nothing but dodge bludgers in the snow?"
"Well I don't see how we'll get Percy to give Oliver a go if he likes girls!"
"There's a way!" Fred was determined. He started to slip out of George's bed, but thought better of it. "Mind if I--"
"Please." George pulled the covers back, scooting over to allow his twin the room.
---/-/---
Fred was relying on George to keep lookout as he snuck into the restricted section-- they didn't have the map anymore, and a good lookout was more important than ever without it.
"So tell me again what the plan is."
"Love potions, there's got to be one in here somewhere."
"I don't know... I mean, Percy's a prat, but he's still our brother..."
"George..." Fred sighed.
"Fine, fine. I'm looking out, I'm looking out."
---/-/---
"That was our last practice before break." Fred drew George off to the side as the team headed back from their changing rooms towards the castle. "Now. Do you want a proper holiday, or do you want to keep working yourself to the bone-- it'll be worse when there are no classes, you know it will."
"Yeah yeah..."
Percy was heading towards them, which surprised them both. Fred looked perfectly nonchalant by the time Percy drew even with them, but George couldn't help looking as flabbergasted as he felt.
"Were you actually watching our practice?"
"Hm? Oh. Yes. Nice work, both of you." He offered them a tight, awkward smile, before pushing past them. He paused briefly to pat Harry's shoulder, and then he was talking enthusiastically with Oliver, just out of earshot.
"Look at that poor sap." Fred shook his head. "I don't know what Wood sees in him, but he's definitely besotted."
George didn't say anything, but he was certain now that Oliver wasn't the only one. He steered Fred past an old oak tree.
"I'll sever, you summon." He pointed up at a cluster of mistletoe.
"You romantic, you." Fred leered, running a hand up George's arm.
"Not in public, darling." George elbowed him off. "Ever think of what this could do in the wrong hands?"
"George, you're my kind of man."
"Exactly."
---/-/---
Oliver was in the common room outlining his strategy to Percy when they reached Gryffindor Tower. Percy nodded, and offered the occasional comment.
Fred and George exchanged glances. Even more shocking than learning that Oliver fancied their brother was finding that when the two discussed Quidditch strategies, Percy actually knew what he was talking about.
"Did you know Percy understood Quidditch?" Fred whispered.
"No." George shook his head. "Mistletoe?"
"Got it. Wingardium Leviosa!"
They watched from behind a convenient sofa as the mistletoe floated to hover over Percy's head. Fred gave his wand a sharp shake, jostling the mistletoe, and one berry dislodged itself and fell into Percy's lap, causing the two boys to look up.
"Oh." Percy blanched.
"Mistletoe." Oliver blushed.
"That's..."
"Yes."
"Quite."
"So... shall we?" Oliver rubbed the back of his neck.
"What?"
"Well, I mean, it is tradition."
"Oh. Yes. Well..." Percy looked around the room, and satisfied that there were no prying eyes, he scooted closer to Oliver, colour flooding back into his cheeks, his mouth curved into a subtly pleased little smile.
It started simply enough, but all of a sudden, they were occupying the same space, Oliver's hands had disappeared under Percy's sweater, and there were *noises*.
"Wood's got moves." Fred said, suitably impressed, if also a little put off by the fact that a majority of the noises were coming from his elder brother.
"Yeah. Who'd've thunk?"
"Do you think they'd notice us if we snuck off right now?"
"I hope not." George whispered wholeheartedly. "Because I do not want to see much more of this."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"We should try that out." Fred raised his eyebrows.
"Definitely." George slipped his hand into Fred's. "Right now."
"Sooner the better."
"Don't forget the mistletoe." He laughed, disappearing off to their room.
Fred followed behind, grinning. The mistletoe floated along behind him obligingly. Percy and Oliver never noticed.
"They can never know we know of course." George was already in bed, and half-naked.
"Or that we helped." Fred agreed.
"Get over here with that. Our captain demonstrated a new technique, Fred, and it would be oh so remiss of us not to practice it."
"In every spare moment the holiday affords us." He leapt onto the bed, drawing the curtains and dangling the mistletoe over George's head.
"Mmm, now you're ta-- oh, Fred!"
"Happy Christmas, Georgie..."
---/-/---
FIN
=^_^=
Anneko
Title: First Date
Series: First Times
Author/Artist: Anneko
Rating: Teen
Warning(s): Well, if you're looking for F/G slash, you're not going to find anything in here you'll object to, except perhaps a lack of sex.
Disclaimer: Characters within belong to J. K. Rowling, and not in any way, shape, or form to me.
A/N: Sequel to 'First Kiss' from more an inside POV.
Summary/Excerpt: The first Hogsmeade weekend after Fred and George's first kiss comes up, and so does the subject of what to do next.
"So." Fred kicked his legs and pretended to be more interested in his bedspread than what he was saying. "Hogsmeade."
"Yeah." George made no attempt to hide his excitement, and after a moment, the fact that Fred was made him pause. "And?"
"Well... we kind of... made out a bit."
George snorted. "A bit, yeah."
"So I suppose the gentlemanly thing to do would be to ask you on a date."
"Because we're both such gentlemen." George scoffed, but he was really pretty pleased that Fred brought the idea up. It saved him having to do it...
"Well, we could just find a dark alley to maul each other in, but I thought you might fancy a drink or something first."
"Sure." He smiled, settling next to his twin. "That'd be great. Uh... how are we going to ditch Lee? He's going to expect us all to do something."
"True. We could set him up with a date..."
"Because that worked so well with Oliver."
"That's totally different, George." Fred scowled.
In the end, they managed to give Lee the slip on the way down to Hogsmeade that Saturday. After making exaggerated faces and wretching noises outside a very pink looking tearoom, they made their way into the Three Broomsticks.
"So." Fred brought their drinks over to a little table in the corner. "After this, do you want to do Zonko's, then the dark alley, then Honeydukes, or Honeydukes, Zonko's, dark alley?"
"Honeydukes before Zonko's or we won't have any money, then once we're broke we can spend as much time in that dark alley as you like."
"I like the way you think, brother mine." Fred grinned, and it seemed to George as though maybe, just maybe, he was barely restraining himself from jumping across the table at him.
"It's because I think the way you do."
"Yeah, but better."
They left the pub, did their shopping, and found the darkest alley in the remotest part of Hogsmeade.
"So." Fred wiped his palms on his slacks.
"So." George tugged at the hem of his sweater.
They leaned in towards each other. Their lips were a hair's breadth apart when a door opened onto the alley, and a lanky, bearded man came out with a garbage pail.
"Oi! You hoodlums! I've chased bigger'n you out of here before. If you've writ anything rude on my wall, your headmaster's going to hear about it!"
"Looks like we've picked the wrong alley." George whispered.
"Run?"
"Oh, yes, let's."
It was still the best date either of them could imagine.
---/-/---
FIN
Title: Christmas Is The Time To Say I Love You
Series: First Times
Author/Artist: Anneko
Rating: Teen
Warning(s): Reckless use of mistetoe, which is probably, as you know, infested with Nargles.
Disclaimer: Characters within belong to J. K. Rowling, and not in any way, shape, or form to me.
A/N: Also a sequel to 'First Times'
Summary/Excerpt: Fred and George try again...
"This is murder." Fred groaned, rolling his shoulders under the hot water.
"Brutal." George agreed. He checked to see that they were alone before crossing the showers to rub the knots out of his twin's muscles. "You're tight."
Fred looked over his shoulder, and George groaned.
"You've got good hands." He purred.
"Hey, once I'm done you've got to do me."
"Be happy to."
"We need to get Oliver laid."
"You know, that wasn't the thought foremost on my mind."
"It's been two and a half years of this. I can't take much more." George turned around, and after a moment, Fred did the same, massaging his stiff neck.
"Well what do you want to do about it?"
"I don't know... yet."
---/-/---
The epiphany hit during dinner when Oliver actually stopped in the middle of his speech on that afternoon's practice.
Fred and George followed his eyeline, to where a few people had just entered the Great Hall. Mostly first years, certainly no one at all attractive.
Oliver stood up and waved energetically. "Perce! Spot over here!"
The twins exchanged confused looks. Oliver only ever stopped lecturing them about Quidditch if he spotted another member of the team he could include in the lecture. Not only was Percy not on the team, he didn't know a blessed thing about the sport.
"Thanks." Percy slid into the seat beside Oliver, casting a somewhat distrustful glance to the twins. "How did practice go, then?"
"Great." Oliver enthused, a complete one-eighty from the list of complaints he'd just been heaping on Fred and George. "Team's in excellent shape, really excellent. Yeah. Great. You'll, ah, you'll be watching, the, ah, the game, then?"
"Yes, of course."
"Right, well, yeah, you come to every game." Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. "Your brothers play, course you do."
"And, um, you're doing well, then, you two?" Percy nodded to the twins, including them in the conversation again.
"Oh yeah." Fred nodded. "We're in top form. Aren't we, Ol?"
"Er, yeah."
"Best season yet." George grinned.
"Well. That's nice, then."
"So... I heard you and Penny broke up." Oliver shifted uncomfortably.
"Yes. We're still friends. I don't know..."
"Oh. Well. So... are you staying over Christmas break?"
Percy nodded. "I thought I might. After all, with everything that's been going on-- I mean, I'm Head Boy. I might be needed."
Fred snorted. Percy sniffed loudly and made a show of ignoring him, and George hid a giggle behind his hand.
"I'm glad-- I mean, if you're all staying, that's half the team I'll have over the holidays."
"Oh, no, Ol, you should take Christmas off." Fred urged.
"Yeah, 's not healthy, not having a break." George egged.
---/-/---
Later, when Lee had fallen asleep, Fred and George formed a huddle on George's bed, curtains drawn around them.
"Percy!" Fred hissed, aghast.
"I can't believe it." George tsked.
"Well, still, if that's what Oliver wants, we should help him get it."
"Doesn't Percy fancy girls?"
"George, do you want to have a moment of peace in your life? Or, I'm sorry, would you rather do nothing but dodge bludgers in the snow?"
"Well I don't see how we'll get Percy to give Oliver a go if he likes girls!"
"There's a way!" Fred was determined. He started to slip out of George's bed, but thought better of it. "Mind if I--"
"Please." George pulled the covers back, scooting over to allow his twin the room.
---/-/---
Fred was relying on George to keep lookout as he snuck into the restricted section-- they didn't have the map anymore, and a good lookout was more important than ever without it.
"So tell me again what the plan is."
"Love potions, there's got to be one in here somewhere."
"I don't know... I mean, Percy's a prat, but he's still our brother..."
"George..." Fred sighed.
"Fine, fine. I'm looking out, I'm looking out."
---/-/---
"That was our last practice before break." Fred drew George off to the side as the team headed back from their changing rooms towards the castle. "Now. Do you want a proper holiday, or do you want to keep working yourself to the bone-- it'll be worse when there are no classes, you know it will."
"Yeah yeah..."
Percy was heading towards them, which surprised them both. Fred looked perfectly nonchalant by the time Percy drew even with them, but George couldn't help looking as flabbergasted as he felt.
"Were you actually watching our practice?"
"Hm? Oh. Yes. Nice work, both of you." He offered them a tight, awkward smile, before pushing past them. He paused briefly to pat Harry's shoulder, and then he was talking enthusiastically with Oliver, just out of earshot.
"Look at that poor sap." Fred shook his head. "I don't know what Wood sees in him, but he's definitely besotted."
George didn't say anything, but he was certain now that Oliver wasn't the only one. He steered Fred past an old oak tree.
"I'll sever, you summon." He pointed up at a cluster of mistletoe.
"You romantic, you." Fred leered, running a hand up George's arm.
"Not in public, darling." George elbowed him off. "Ever think of what this could do in the wrong hands?"
"George, you're my kind of man."
"Exactly."
---/-/---
Oliver was in the common room outlining his strategy to Percy when they reached Gryffindor Tower. Percy nodded, and offered the occasional comment.
Fred and George exchanged glances. Even more shocking than learning that Oliver fancied their brother was finding that when the two discussed Quidditch strategies, Percy actually knew what he was talking about.
"Did you know Percy understood Quidditch?" Fred whispered.
"No." George shook his head. "Mistletoe?"
"Got it. Wingardium Leviosa!"
They watched from behind a convenient sofa as the mistletoe floated to hover over Percy's head. Fred gave his wand a sharp shake, jostling the mistletoe, and one berry dislodged itself and fell into Percy's lap, causing the two boys to look up.
"Oh." Percy blanched.
"Mistletoe." Oliver blushed.
"That's..."
"Yes."
"Quite."
"So... shall we?" Oliver rubbed the back of his neck.
"What?"
"Well, I mean, it is tradition."
"Oh. Yes. Well..." Percy looked around the room, and satisfied that there were no prying eyes, he scooted closer to Oliver, colour flooding back into his cheeks, his mouth curved into a subtly pleased little smile.
It started simply enough, but all of a sudden, they were occupying the same space, Oliver's hands had disappeared under Percy's sweater, and there were *noises*.
"Wood's got moves." Fred said, suitably impressed, if also a little put off by the fact that a majority of the noises were coming from his elder brother.
"Yeah. Who'd've thunk?"
"Do you think they'd notice us if we snuck off right now?"
"I hope not." George whispered wholeheartedly. "Because I do not want to see much more of this."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"We should try that out." Fred raised his eyebrows.
"Definitely." George slipped his hand into Fred's. "Right now."
"Sooner the better."
"Don't forget the mistletoe." He laughed, disappearing off to their room.
Fred followed behind, grinning. The mistletoe floated along behind him obligingly. Percy and Oliver never noticed.
"They can never know we know of course." George was already in bed, and half-naked.
"Or that we helped." Fred agreed.
"Get over here with that. Our captain demonstrated a new technique, Fred, and it would be oh so remiss of us not to practice it."
"In every spare moment the holiday affords us." He leapt onto the bed, drawing the curtains and dangling the mistletoe over George's head.
"Mmm, now you're ta-- oh, Fred!"
"Happy Christmas, Georgie..."
---/-/---
FIN
=^_^=
Anneko