Drabble-ish: That Which We Do Not Know
Title: That Which We Do Not Know
Author: Xocoatldreams
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Molly, Fred/George
Rating: PG
Warnings: twincest (which is still not a bad thing!)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP-verse, I just like playing naughty games with all the pretty boys. No money being made and no offense intended.
A/N: Third and final part in the "That Which We" series. Part One & Part Two
Molly knew that the twins were different. All her children were a little different, but Fred and George took the cake. She had long ago ceased being surprised by anything they did or came up with. So that night, shortly after their twelfth birthday didn't come as a shock to her. Looking back, she supposed she should have been horrified and disgusted, but the two were together in all things, why would this be different.
Granted, it wasn't something a mother really wanted to see. Her sons stretched out on a bed, fondling each other should have seemed wrong, but the utter rightness of the scene pushed everything else away. Mirror images, the same soul in two bodies and anything they did to each other was fine with her, as long as both agreed.
She never told the boys what she saw, instead she kept that night in her mind, remembering for them.
Author: Xocoatldreams
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Molly, Fred/George
Rating: PG
Warnings: twincest (which is still not a bad thing!)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP-verse, I just like playing naughty games with all the pretty boys. No money being made and no offense intended.
A/N: Third and final part in the "That Which We" series. Part One & Part Two
Molly knew that the twins were different. All her children were a little different, but Fred and George took the cake. She had long ago ceased being surprised by anything they did or came up with. So that night, shortly after their twelfth birthday didn't come as a shock to her. Looking back, she supposed she should have been horrified and disgusted, but the two were together in all things, why would this be different.
Granted, it wasn't something a mother really wanted to see. Her sons stretched out on a bed, fondling each other should have seemed wrong, but the utter rightness of the scene pushed everything else away. Mirror images, the same soul in two bodies and anything they did to each other was fine with her, as long as both agreed.
She never told the boys what she saw, instead she kept that night in her mind, remembering for them.