Drabble (?) post
be kind. I haven't posted fic in years.
Fred-George post DH nonslashy'
George stared at his face in the mirror for a long time. It was like Fred was staring back at him. For a moment, George thought that he was. He smiled, and Fred smiled back.
“Where’ve you been?” George asked.
Fred said nothing, except for mouthing George’s words in time.
“Oh,” said George. “Right.”
He studied their face. “When I look at us I don’t feel like we’re gone.”
Fred smirked back.
George took a drink from his glass. “I just…I don’t know what to do any more.”
Fred quirked an eyebrow in the mirror.
George rolled his eyes. “You know he’d just follow that with a joke,” he muttered. “And don’t give me that. I’m being serious for once.”
Fred rolled his eyes.
“Don’t give me that either. I don’t know what I can do any more.” At the look on Fred’s face, he hastily continued, “I don’t know how I can do anything.”
Fred was mournful. “I know,” said George. “You’re part of me too. How can we do this now?”
Fred took a drink of his Firewhiskey.
“I agree.” George took a drink too. He set his glass on the bathroom counter and sighed. “All I can think of is you. And when I think of other things and then remember you, I feel bad.”
Fred laughed at him.
“Shut up, you fucker. I’m lost without you. I don’t know who I am.” The tears were coming fast this time. “I’ve been you and me forever and now you’re gone. What the hell is wrong with you, that you would leave me alone? How could you do this to me?”
Fred was crying too, now.
“You are such an ass. I don’t care what the fuck Percy did or said, you shouldn’t have died. You shouldn’t have left me here. I’m nothing without you. I’m half a man. I can’t- I don’t even know, I’m just so lost now. Why did you have to leave me?”
George took a deep breath. He opened his eyes to see the image of Fred do the same.
“I never wanted to be a different person. I was always fine with who we were. I’m not ready to be on my own.”
Fred shook his head.
“Don’t lie. I’m not ready to be without you. I can’t be alone.”
Fred’s face smiled sadly back at him.
“Fuck you, Fred. Fuck you for leaving. You have it fucking easy. You have no idea.”
But the look on Fred’s face made George believe heaven wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
“Or maybe there’s no such thing,” George’s laugh was full of sobs. “Maybe we never get there. Maybe this is what we get for being bastards. Yeah, I know that Mum would object to that, so shut up,” he scolded Fred. George leaned over the sink and cradled his head in his hands. “I hate you, you know. I hate that I only see you here. I hate that you never talk to me anymore. I hate that bloody Ron has to help me with the shop while you do fucking nothing. I hate you so much. Why the hell did you go away?”
Fred didn’t answer. Fred wasn’t there.
George wanted to scream, except that he didn’t have the energy to grab his wand to put up the silencing charms. Instead he buried his head in his arms. His fire whiskey clattered into the sink, but he didn’t care at the moment. The next one might, might make up for it.
Fred-George post DH nonslashy'
George stared at his face in the mirror for a long time. It was like Fred was staring back at him. For a moment, George thought that he was. He smiled, and Fred smiled back.
“Where’ve you been?” George asked.
Fred said nothing, except for mouthing George’s words in time.
“Oh,” said George. “Right.”
He studied their face. “When I look at us I don’t feel like we’re gone.”
Fred smirked back.
George took a drink from his glass. “I just…I don’t know what to do any more.”
Fred quirked an eyebrow in the mirror.
George rolled his eyes. “You know he’d just follow that with a joke,” he muttered. “And don’t give me that. I’m being serious for once.”
Fred rolled his eyes.
“Don’t give me that either. I don’t know what I can do any more.” At the look on Fred’s face, he hastily continued, “I don’t know how I can do anything.”
Fred was mournful. “I know,” said George. “You’re part of me too. How can we do this now?”
Fred took a drink of his Firewhiskey.
“I agree.” George took a drink too. He set his glass on the bathroom counter and sighed. “All I can think of is you. And when I think of other things and then remember you, I feel bad.”
Fred laughed at him.
“Shut up, you fucker. I’m lost without you. I don’t know who I am.” The tears were coming fast this time. “I’ve been you and me forever and now you’re gone. What the hell is wrong with you, that you would leave me alone? How could you do this to me?”
Fred was crying too, now.
“You are such an ass. I don’t care what the fuck Percy did or said, you shouldn’t have died. You shouldn’t have left me here. I’m nothing without you. I’m half a man. I can’t- I don’t even know, I’m just so lost now. Why did you have to leave me?”
George took a deep breath. He opened his eyes to see the image of Fred do the same.
“I never wanted to be a different person. I was always fine with who we were. I’m not ready to be on my own.”
Fred shook his head.
“Don’t lie. I’m not ready to be without you. I can’t be alone.”
Fred’s face smiled sadly back at him.
“Fuck you, Fred. Fuck you for leaving. You have it fucking easy. You have no idea.”
But the look on Fred’s face made George believe heaven wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
“Or maybe there’s no such thing,” George’s laugh was full of sobs. “Maybe we never get there. Maybe this is what we get for being bastards. Yeah, I know that Mum would object to that, so shut up,” he scolded Fred. George leaned over the sink and cradled his head in his hands. “I hate you, you know. I hate that I only see you here. I hate that you never talk to me anymore. I hate that bloody Ron has to help me with the shop while you do fucking nothing. I hate you so much. Why the hell did you go away?”
Fred didn’t answer. Fred wasn’t there.
George wanted to scream, except that he didn’t have the energy to grab his wand to put up the silencing charms. Instead he buried his head in his arms. His fire whiskey clattered into the sink, but he didn’t care at the moment. The next one might, might make up for it.