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Hope you like it...I cried while writing it...not beta read....sorry for my english.


Title: The Very Last Goodbye

Author: ziamel

Rating: PG

Warnings: DH SPOILS!!! I blame Harry Potter for his death, and in this fic there is a mention of it. So, don’t get angry if you love Potter. Another warning is for my use of English, as you all know I am Italian, so be nice to me if I make mistakes ^_^. I HAD to write it, I felt so much better when I finished it…hope it will be the same for you.

Thank you very much for reading.

 

*The Very Last Goodbye*

 

His skin was very cold, but still soft on the cheeks and on his pale forehead. It was a bit moist too, but that was not because of his present state. It was the tears, the liters of salty mournings that Molly was dripping on his starchy-white face.

The mischievous smile that was always painted on him was still longing on his once rosy lips, now purple and forever sealed. Those long, almost transparent eyelashes would have never again been hit by the morning sun, they would never again been soaked in hysteric laughing tears, they would never again be a part of the cheerful glance which Fred would give George after every new prank.

 

And this was simply unbearable.

 

Molly was lying across his son’s chest, her shoulders heaving with every loud moan coming from her throat; Arthur was caressing his wife’s hair tenderly, with huge tears running down from his sunken cheeks. Percy was standing a bit aside, along with Bill and Fleur, his eyes a bit bloodshot and his nose red.

 

And George?

What was there to say about George?

 

Kneeling at his twin’s head, his hands on Fred’s face and head, entangling his freckled fingers in the flaming red strands. George’s face was emotionless. No tears. No puffy, red eyes. No leaking nose. Nothing of all this. His face was paler than the beloved Fred’s one, his lips were bluer than his twin’s lips. He could have been dead too, and that would not have been too far from reality.

A barely alive human-shaped shell. That was George, kneeling at his twin’s head, with his fingers in his hair.

And inside him, the situation was identical.

Pain? No. Desperation? No. Rage? Not at all.

George’s heart was not bleeding from the stabbing. There was no more blood in his veins.

George’s soul was not crying for the loss. There were no tears in his eyes.

George’s mind was not screaming in wrath. There was no loath left behind.

 

What was there then, inside the youngest of the Weasley’s twins?

 

Nothing

 

Nothing was left in him. A barely alive human-shaped shell. That was what was left of George, the youngest of the Weasley’s twin.

 

“Holey George” he called himself, when ten months earlier Fred rushed in the room where he was lying in bed, with just one ear still on his skull and a deep hole on one temple.

And that was funny at the time, so fucking funny to call himself “holy” while Fred’s face was unfolding from the agony wrinkles that had been drawn on his features by the news that his twin lost an ear in the attack.

How funny it was, to watch Fred’s eyes regaining the light after he saw that his brother was still able to laugh at everything.

How funny it was.

 

Percy’s hand on his shoulder was the first conscious sensation he felt in a while, and he understood he had to stand up, to permit the undertakers to dress and compose Fred’s corpse for the funeral.

His knees popped loudly while he flexed them to stand up, and stung a bit; George didn’t feel anything of it. He kept his dry eyes glued to Fred’s closed ones and beginning to walk towards the high oak doors of Hogwarts’ hall.

 His head held the position till the neck allowed it, and then had to turn, facing no more the lifeless body of Fred, but a crowd of people who wanted to pay the very last goodbye to those who died to save Harry Potter.

 

He stepped out of the building and stood still. Percy and his parents kept going, not noticing that George was standing still in front of Hogwarts’ entrance.

George closed his eyes, put his hands on his face, bent his head down, drew a deep breath.

 

The scream echoed for endless seconds in the twilight.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
You Are From Pluto

You are a dark, mysterious soul, full of magic and the secrets of the universe.
You can get the scoop on anything, but you keep your own secrets locked in your heart.
You love change and you use it to your advantage, whether by choice or chance.
You don't like to compromise, to the point of being self-destructive with your stubborness.
Live life with love, and your deep powers will open the world to you.
What Planet Are You From?
 
 
 
 
 
 

So, this is again my fanfiction about Fred and George Weasley...but now it's a thousand times better than before because lovely Petquality betaread it for me!!!! Thank you Petquality!!! And thank you to everyone who will read it!


Title: “Make love or have sex?”
Author: Ziamel
Pairing: Fred/George, hints of Fred/Angelina and George/other Hogwarts girls.
Rating: NC-17
Type: Romance, angst, fluff, and kinda humor. So many tears to drop!
Warnings: Twincest, use of alchool and cigarettes, semi non-con, cursing and graphic sex. English is not my native tongue, so there may be something wrong or not really enjoyable to see...just try not to puke, ok?
Disclaimers: I don’t own any of the characters, unfortunately.
Notes: please, comment and review ‘cause this is my very first fanfiction in English...I’d like to know if my grammar is so bad as it seems to me! I hope you enjoy reading it at least as much as I did writing it.


George went to the owlery to send a long letter home. It was a Saturday morning in the end of March sunny yet still cool, and he wasn’t exactly longing to write to his mom, but he did it anyway. The letter was really nothing special, just a list of things he and his brother did during those months they spent in Hogwarts. The list was, of course, not totally honest and complete, because he didn’t like the idea of writing his family that he was selling fainting pills all over the school and that people was more prone to emitting blood from the nose than ever. And there was another thing he didn’t want to tell to his parents... that he had fallen in love with someone. This was too private to say, and, more importantly, he was the only one who was aware of the situation. Even his brother didn’t know anything. Well...it was way better that Fred didn’t know anything about it, because it would have been such an embarrassment for George had his twin known everything. The fact was that he was completely, crazily and insanely in love with Fred. And this was bad. No, it was worse than bad.

He and his twin had always had a special relationship, since they were little kids. They had each had their own single beds, but they still slept together more often than not. They needed physical contact with each other, especially at night. This was not a problem, even for Molly, because she understood that the twins were bound to each other; but soon and in spite of everything, this unique relationship developed into something very immoral. In fact, when they reached 14 years of age, the two inseparable twins started having sex together.

Everything began on April Fools’ Day, their 14th birthday. They were at their 4th year at Hogwarts, and after a quite loud party that lasted until after 2 in the morning, they went to bed. Together. Fred was a bit drunk, because they had transfigured their butterbeers into muggle beers, and he had a few too many.  George had only had one, because he had never been fond of puking alcohol.  As soon as they went to bed, Fred wrapped his long arm around George’s chest and stretched his head towards his brother’s. He started cuddling against George’s neck, purring like a kitten. George didn’t know why, but he started feeling uncomfortable with his twin’s caresses.  The situation started to seem weird to him. When Fred’s hands were exploring his chest thoroughly, his fingers delicately pinching his nipples, George let out a soft moan.  He turned his face to look Fred in the eyes, but when their hazel eyes met, Fred closed his and kissed George gently on the lips. After a moment in which George remained startled, he began to respond passionately to the kiss and started unbuttoning Fred’s pajama shirt...

By the end of all the night, George lay back in bed, spent, to the reality of having been deflowered by his brother. And he decided he was happy about it. Completely, utterly, totally content, in fact.

The following morning, Fred seemed not to remember what he had done the night before, because he acted like nothing happened between them; and George felt miserable about it. But, that very night, at midnight, Fred climbed into George’s four-poster bed, as he was pretending to be fast asleep. Fred knew George too well and whispered in his ear:
“I know you’re awake, Georgie-boy... Please, give me another taste of what you gave me last night…”
“I didn’t give you a fuckin’ thing last night, Frederick. You were drunk and you fell asleep in my bed! You made my sheets reek of booze, just like your breath!” said George, trying to sound annoyed with having him in his bed.  His attempt failed miserably, because as he protested, he shuddered with pleasure as he felt Fred’s hot breath on his neck.
“So you remember the smell of my breath, eh?...I hope you liked it, ‘cause you’re gonna taste my lips again tonight.”  He kissed his twin chastely on the lips at first, but then put his tongue so delicately into his mouth, that George barely felt his own lips parting. He blushed hard, but determinedly grabbed Fred by the shoulder and pulled him on top of himself. He felt his brother’s hard bulge grind against his thighs.
“No, Fred, I can’t, we’re twins!” he whispered against his twin’s lips, and pushed him aside.
“You could yesterday, though!” replied Fred at once, with a note of annoyance in his voice.
“You were drunk, you didn’t know what you were do-“
“Listen George, I don’t feel like I raped you or anything last night.  You did it with me ‘cause you wanted to! Come on, Georgie, it’s just sex...I’m not insisting you should love me like you love a girl...it’s just, you know....for practice!”
George felt a bitter flavor in his mouth. It was just sex, not love...
”Ok, then...but believe me, I do shag way better than you!” George finally replied, with a fake smile on his face.
“You wish!”  Fred shot back, laughing loudly.
“Shhh!!! You prat!!  Want Lee to wake up and hear us?”
“ Don’t you worry, honey... He’s with his girlfriend in the Room of Requirement!”
And then, for the second time, George made love to his brother, while Fred had sex with him.

George tied the roll of parchment around the leg of his little brother Ron’s owl, Pigwidgeon. With a sigh, he watched the tiny owl fly away towards the Burrow. He turned on his heels and walked away, with his eyes on the floor, until he reached a statue of a young boy holding a basket full of fruit.
“Fruitapectis,” he said, tapping an apple in the basket with his wand. The statue disappeared and a secret, narrow passage appeared in its place. He went through it and found himself on a nice, wide balcony, at the top of one of the many towers of Hogwarts castle. He took a hand-made cigarette from his pocket, and, after lighting it by igniting the tip of his wand, he started smoking, inhaling deeply.
Now that he was 17, he was in love with his brother. This was such a foolish situation to be in, and yet he couldn’t stop blaming himself, muttering and pacing back and forth in frustration on the secret balcony. He had passed the last 3 years shagging his twin and keeping every feeling well hidden in his heart...but now, what the hell had happened? He thought he would choke to death on the bitter emotions he could almost taste, as Fred had fucked him the second time.  It still burned within his wretched heart.
While he was walking absentmindedly, George remembered what Fred had told him about Angelina: the night of the Yule Ball, they had sneaked through a secret passage to Hogsmeade, and gotten a room in Romilda’s inn. Fred told him every detail of what he and Angelina did together that night, and this had been so unbearable to George that he wanted to cry, yet he managed to smile, and bravely told Fred:
“Good for you, mate. I haven’t found the right chick yet.”
And this thought was still agony for George to face. He put his hands at the side of his head as he sat down on the stone floor of the balcony, trying to think of on anything else...  He had his own love stories, in spite of what he told to his brother.  He had dated a tiny, cute girl who belonged to Ravenclaw, for like, 4months, but then things changed and he changed girls, too. The he hung out a bit with a gorgeous girl from Hufflepuff, but she was too thick for him, so he decided to be single for a bit.  He was always ready for a little menage with girls who wanted him; in fact, he had always had quite a lot of success with girls. He even shagged Pansy Parkinson, while she still was with Draco Malfoy!
As he sat on that cold balcony with his hands on his head, he realized that the best shags he had ever had were always with his brother. He didn’t know why, because all the girls he dated were pretty good in bed, but Fred had something special. Maybe it was the way Fred firmly held his hips during penetration, or maybe, it was his cock, so rough and delicate at the same time...or maybe, it was just that he was in love with him. Yes, that was it. For 3 years he tried to hide his feelings for his brother, thinking that merely fucking once in a while was enough for his soul to stay sane....but that was a lie. He loved his brother, and he wanted to stay with him forever...and ever.
Inhaling the very last drag on his cigarette, he stood up and stretched his arms over his head, slowly popping his spine. He loved the taste of smoke in his mouth, so bitter, like the taste of Fred’s love. He threatened himself, thinking he’d punch himself in the gut if he didn’t stop thinking about Fred. He wanted so badly to go to him and speak his heart:
“Please, be mine forever, I will always love you!” but he reckoned that it was too shameful and silly to say, even for an over-sensitive guy like him.

After another hour on the rather chilly balcony, meditating on his situation, he got disgusted with himself and headed back towards the Gryffindor dormitory. He sat down in the desert common room, on the worn but comfy sofa, and closed his eyes. Soon his mind was teasing him with erotic images of Fred giving him an enthusiastic blowjob to his immense appreciation.  But as George opened his eyes, to delete that dirty thought....Fred was in front of him, and George had such a huge hard-on that only a blind woman without hands wouldn’t have noticed.
“What are you doing here?” George started, blushing and crossing his legs quickly to hide the bulge from Fred.
“Just wanna talk,” said his perfect reflection.
“Sit down then,” said George, still blushing, as small drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.
As Fred sat down, he put his legs on the tea table in front of the couch. Placing his hands behind his head, and sighing noisily, he blurted out loudly:
“Ileftangelinacauseithinki’mabitkinky”
“What? I didn’t catch that, Fred! Dammit, speak more slowly!” George replied nervously. Fred took a deep breath, and then spoke once more:
“I left Angelina because I think I’m a queer.”
George blushed harder than before and cried out:
“WHAT!?ARE YOU G-”
“SHUT YOUR FUCKING HORRIBLE MOUTH, YOU CHILD OF FILTH!!!” screamed Fred too, plugging his twin’s mouth with a pillow.
“Do you want the entire house to hear it?”
“I’m sorry, mate!”
“It’s all right...I’m sorry too...didn’t mean to call you a “child of filth”, but you’re such a git sometimes...” apologized Fred, taking the pillow away from George’s mouth.
“Just because we have the same parents....”  George added awkwardly, spitting out feathers.
“And your mouth is not horrible. It’s actually quite lovely.”
George lowered his eyes and his face reddened again.
“Anyway, yes, I’m gay....or so I think I am. That’s why I dumped Angelina...”
“Oh...well…that’s unexpected...you two blended so well together...” reflected George.
“Yes, that’s true, but....you know....I think I prefer cocks....” said Fred with a soft and sensual voice, smirking while he glanced at the spot between George’s legs.
“And, to tell you the truth....yours is really nice...quite like mine...”
“It actually is like yours, moron,” said George, blushing as red as a tomato.
Fred kissed his twin’s cheek, and started depositing little kisses all over his face, stopping at his lips.
“No, listen, not here and not now” suddenly said George, turning his face away.
“Come on Georgie-boy, everybody is at the Quidditch pitch watching the match....and I know you like it...” said Fred, teasing George’s neck with his wet tongue and trying to unbutton his pants.
“No, Fred, I said no!! STOP IT!” and he stood up, shoving his brother aside on the couch.
“What’s wrong with you, honestly!?” Fred stood up too, right in front of George.
“You’re wrong, not me!”
“Ah, you think so? Well, I’ve never sucked my brother’s dick, but you have, and I never had a cock stuck up in my butt, and you have, so I think that you are more wrong than I am, mate.” whispered Fred, grinding his teeth.
“Well you never complained!”
“You neither! You know what? You’re gay too, and you can’t admit it, ‘cause you’re the girliest whining girl I’ve ever met!”
“I’m not!”
“Yes, you are!”
“You know what?”
“WHAT!’”
“I...I…I love you...” George whispered with low voice, looking down to the floor.
Fred remained puzzled for a few seconds, staring in his brothers eyes. Then, clearing his throat, said “Eh-hem...I love you too, of course, Georgie...”
“Don’t call me Georgie. And....I’m IN love with you...”
“Oh...that’s...that’s different, then.”
“Yes, it is.”
Their embarrassment was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.
After a minute or so of silence, which seemed like hours to George, he got the courage to speak:
“I know I could never be your boy...I didn’t plan to tell you...it just slipped out...I’m sorry...”
“Oh, well....ehm....I really don’t know what to say…you know, I don’t think I love you like you love me.  But things may change, and maybe...”
“No, no, don’t worry; don’t say things you don’t want to say. I’ll be ok...I just...wouldn’t have told you...but....but....sorry, I can’t stay here!”
George left, tears prickling the inside of his eyes.

He went to his beloved balcony, sat down on the floor, and started crying so loud that his sobs echoed around the tower. He would never be with Fred, and he would never be his favorite...his heart was broken into a thousand pieces! His eyes were swollen and bloodshot. He couldn’t believe what he had just done.  He had told his twin, his own reflection, his prank mate, the deepest secret of his soul, and...now, he could never kiss him again, because Fred would be utterly disgusted by him.
Holding his face in his hands, he tried to stand up, but fell painfully on his knees.
Why, why, why the hell was he in love with his twin!? He screamed to the sky with all his voice, his neck straining, his face purple and glossy with tears. He punched the floor so hard that his right hand started bleeding from the knuckles.  Ignoring the pain, George was consumed by the horrible things he had admitted to his brother, and now he had to pay for it. From now on, nothing would ever be the same again.

After what seemed like years, as well as many cigarettes later, he went downstairs to his bedroom, with his eyes still too swollen and too red not to be noticed. It was dinner time, but he was not hungry at all. He sat on his bed, pulling the hangings all around it, and collapsed onto the mattress. Fortunately sleep came quickly, and he had a quiet, dreamless nap. It seemed like minutes later when a soft touch on his forehead woke him.  He opened slowly his eyes and saw himself standing next to him, lying on his own bed. Only it was not himself, it was Fred, sweetly caressing George’s hair so lovingly that a smile escaped from his chapped lips.
“Oh, Georgie....why were you crying?”
“’Cause I’m disgusting....leave me alone, please”
“You’re not disgusting...you’re just in love.” Fred said, smiling peacefully at his brother.
He hugged him, lying down on the bed, and he closed his eyes.
George started sobbing, he couldn’t help it, but Fred kept caressing his untidy fringe with the softest of touches.
”George, don’t be ashamed of what you feel for me...it’s ok, it’s not a bad thing,” Fred smiled sweetly, propping himself up on his elbows.
“It is!  You couldn’t possibly be with me again without thinking that I’m a freak ‘cause I fell in love with you!”
“I never thought you’re a freak, believe me... and nothing will change.”
“Everything will change!  You’ll never shag me again, for instance” said George, with such a trembling voice, that even Fred felt like crying.
“And you will never touch me again....and...and you will never kiss me again...”
A huge, salty tear trickled down Fred’s face at that, but he swept it away, unnoticed by his brother.
“Shhhh…” Fred said to his twin as he kissed his cheeks. He tasted his salty tears, kissing them away. George tried to stop crying, struggling, but he couldn’t....and for every tear he shed, Fred responded with a cleansing kiss. Soon the tears became fewer and fewer, with Fred’s kisses spread over his face, slowly reaching George’s pursed lips. Fred had his eyes closed as he tried to penetrate his brother’s mouth with his delicate tongue. George simply couldn’t resist and eagerly opened it for his brother’s tongue. Fred hugged him tight, settling himself on top of George, nestling between his parted tights.  They were so comfortable that George even smiled, looking into the hazel eyes of Fred, who smiled broadly back at him.

After french-kissing for quite a long period of time, George said:
“Don’t do this if you don’t want to, please...” but Fred stopped his protests, sewing his lips against George’s. Fred grabbed George’s shirt and pulled it away, looking with a sweet glance at his brother’s bare chest. It was just like his, pale and freckled, bony with a few defined muscles. And it was so blissfully beautiful. He kissed it all over, indulging himself a little bit more on the pink nipples that grew hard under his tongue. Every time he pinched one between his lips, a low moan of pleasure came out from George’s throat, and this was surely the best motivation he could ever have to continue.  He started licking George’s bellybutton, tracing a line of tiny little kisses down from there to his waistband, following the ginger-red hairs below. He unbuttoned George’s jeans and pulled them down, returning to kiss the hairs on his belly. On one side of his brother’s flat abdomen, he found a lovely protruding hipbone, and bit it very hard, enjoying his brother’s moans of pain and pleasure. He returned, for a second, to his brother lips, kissing him deeply and passionately, while his agile hands were pulling down George’s boxers. George’s dick was already hard, but he tried to hide it by closing his thighs. Fred smiled, and took a moment to undress himself too. When he was completely naked, he reached out to hold George’s chin in his hand, and gently raised his chin to look him in the eyes.
“I promise that this time, it would not be for practice.”

He kissed him again and again and again, not caring about anything else in the world but his brother.
They didn’t care about their roommates crawling in silence into the room because the hangings were shut. They didn’t care if it was time to eat dinner. They didn’t care if it became night too quickly.
They kissed for hours like nothing else mattered, like they were the only human beings on earth.
Then, when George was ready, Fred spread his legs apart and George wrapped them softly, but still firmly, around his brother’s back.
And Fred entered into him, pushing in slowly and only a little bit at time, waiting for his George to be ready to take him completely.  They moaned together, low at first, and then louder and louder, George with his hands wrapped in Fred’s gingerbread-scented hair, and Fred with his hand on the skinny shoulders of his brother. Their moans soon became quiet screams, and everyone in the room heard them, but pretended to sleep because they didn’t know what else to do.

Finally, George came violently on Fred’s abdomen with a low grunt, and a little later Fred came hard into his twin. Fred, pulling himself up on his knees, took the sheets and the blankets that were gathered at the end of the bed, and covered them both up. He cuddled beside George, kissing him gently.
“I love you too,” said Fred into George’s left ear, and fell fast asleep, while a really wide and shiny smile spread over George’s face. He closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep beside his twin, just as Fred had done moments before.

And this was the first time Fred and George made love together.

 
 
 
 
 
 
Title: “Make love or have sex?”
Author: Ziamel
Pairing: Fred/George, hints of Fred/Angelina and George/other Hogwarts girls.
Rating: NC-17
Type: romance, angst, fluff, and kinda humor. So many tears to drop!
Warnings: twincest, use of alchool and cigarettes, semi non-con, cursing and graphic sex. English is not my native tongue, so there may be something wrong or not really enjoyable to see...just try not to puke, ok?
Disclaimers: I don’t own any of the characters, unfortunately.
Notes: please, comment and review ‘cause this is my very first fanfiction in English...I’d like to know if my grammar is so bad as it seems to me! I hope you enjoy reading it at least as much as I did writing it.


George went to the owlery to send a long letter home. It was a sunny but still cool saturday morning in the end of March, and he wasn’t longing to write to his mom, but he did it anyway. The letter was really nothing special, just a list of things he and his brother did during those months they spent in Hogwarts. The list was, of course, not totally honest and complete, cause he didn’t like the idea of writing his family that he was selling fainting pills all over the school and that people was more prone to emitting blood from the nose than ever. And there was another thing he didn’t want to tell to his parents...the thing was that he fell in love with somebody. But this was too private to say, and, more important thing, he was the only one who was aware of this situation. Even his brother didn’t know anything. Well...it was way better that Fred didn’t know a thing about it, because it would have been such an embarassment for George that his twin knew everything. The fact was that he was completely and crazily and non-sensely in love with Fred. And this was bad. No, actually it wasn’t; it was even worse than bad.

He and his twin had always had a special relationship, since they were little kids. They had their own single beds, but still, they slept together a cagillion times. They needed physical contact with each other, during the night especially. This was not a problem, even for Molly, because she understood that the twins were bound to each other; but soon and in spite of everything, this unique relationship developed into something very immoral. In fact, when they reached 14years of age, the two inseparable twins started having sex together.

Everything began on April Fools’ day, their 14th birthday. They were at their 4th year at Hogwarts and after a quite loud party that lasted since 2 in the morning, they went to bed. In the same bed, of course. Fred was a bit drunk, cause they transfigured their butterbeers into muggle beers and he had a few too many; George just got one, because he had never been fond of puking alchool. Anyway, as soon as they got to bed Fred wrapped George’s chest with his long arm and stretched his head towards his brother’s. He started cuddling against George’s neck, purring like a kitten. George didn’t know why but he started feeling unconfortable with that situation, because his twin’s caresses seemed weird to him. In fact, Freds hands were explorating troughrouly his chest, and his fingers were delicately pinching his nipples. George let out a soft moan and turned his face to look Fred in the eyes, but when his hazel eyes met his twin’s, Fred closed them and kissed George gently on the lips. After a moment in which George remained startled, he responded passionately to the kiss and he began unbottonig Fred’s pijiama shirt...

At the end of all this mess, George found himself deflowered by his brother. And he was happy about this. Totally happy.

The following morning Fred seemed not to remember what he did the night before, because he acted like nothing happened between them; and George felt miserable about it. But, the same day at midnight, Fred climbed into the fourposters bed of his twins, who was pretending to be fast asleep. Fred knew George too well and whispered in his ears:
“I know you’re awake, Georgie-boy...Please, give me again the gift I received from you yesterday night”
“I didn’t give you a fuckin’ thing last night, Frederick. You were drunk and you fell asleep in my bed, making my sheets smell of alchool, just like your breath!” said George, trying to sound at least annoyed of having him in his bed, but failing miserably, because he shuddered everytime he felt Fred’s hot breath on his neck.
“So you remember the smell of my breath....Hope you liked it, ‘cause you’re gonna taste my lips again tonight.” and he kissed his twins only on the lips at first, but then he put his tongue so delicately into his mouth, that George didn’t even had to part too much his own. He blushed hard, but determinately grabbed Fred from the shoulder, pulling him on top on himself and feeling a hard bulge right between his brother’s tights.
“No, Fred, I can’t, we’re twins!” whispered on the lips of his twin and pushing him aside.
“You could yesterday, though” replied Fred at once, with a note of annoyance in his voice.
“You were drunk, you didn’t know what you were d-“
“Listen George, I don’t feel like i raped you or something last night, you did it ‘cause you wanted it too! Come on Georgie, it’s just sex...I’m not claiming you to love me like you love a girl...it’s just, you know....for practicing!”
George felt a bitter flavour in his mouth. It was just sex, not love...
”Ok, then...but believe me, I do shag way better than you!” said, with a fake smile on his face. “You’d like to!” said Fred, laughing very loud
“Shhh!!! You prat!!! Wanna be heard by Lee?”
“ Don’t you worry, honey... He’s with his girlfriend in the Room of Requirement!”
And then, for the second time, George made love to his brother, while Fred had sex with him.

George tied the roll of parchment around the leg of Pigwidgeon, the small owl of his little brother Ron. With a sigh, he saw the tiny owl flying away towards the Burrow; he turned on his heels and walked with his eyes on the floor, until he reached a statue of a young boy, holding a basket full of fruit.
“Fructapectis” said, tapping an apple in the basket with his wand. The statue disappeared and a secret, narrow passage was now in view. He went through it and found himself on a nice, wide balcony, at the top of one of the many towers of Hogwarts castle. He took out from his pocket an hand-made cigarette and, after litting it with the tip of his wand, he started smoking, inhaling deeply.
Now, that he was 17, he was in love with his brother. This was such a foolish situation to be into, that he couldn’t stop blaming himself, muttering and walking back and forward on the secret balcony. He passed the last 3 years shagging his twin, and keeping every feeling well hidden in his heart...and now, what the hell happened? He thought he had chocked to death that uncomfortable feeling which tasted so bitter in his mouth when they did it together for the second time. But it was still alive in his wretched heart.
While he was walking almost without knowing it, George remembered what Fred told him about Angelina: the night of the Yule Ball, his twin and the girl sneaked through a secret passage to Hogsmeade and got a room in Romilda’s inn. Fred told him every detail of what he and the Angelina did alone in that place, and this had been so unbeareble to George that he wanted to cry, but he just smiled to his twin and said:
“Good for you, mate. I haven’t found the right chick yet”
And this thought was still unbeareble for George to face. He put his hands at the side of his head, sitting down on the stone floor of the balcony, trying to concentrated on something else...he had had some lovestories too, in spite of what he told to his brother...he dated a cute tiny girl who belonged to Ravenclaw for like 4months, but then things changed and he changed girl too. The he hanged out a bit with a gorgeous girl from Hufflepuff, but she was too thick for him, so he decided to be a single, while he was always ready for a little menage, with girls who wanted him; in fact, he always had quite a lot of success with girls. He even shagged Pansy Parkinson, while she still was with Draco Malfoy!
While he was sitting on that cold balcony, with his hands on his head, he thought that the best shags he had ever had were always with his brother. He didn’t know why, because all the girls he dated were pretty good in bed, but Fred had something special. Maybe it was the way he holded firmly his hips while penetrating, or maybe, it was his cock, so rough and delicate at the same time...or maybe, it was just that he was in love with him. Yes, that was it. For 3 years he tried to hide his feelings for his brother, thinking that fucking once in a time was enough for his soul to remain sane....but this was not true. He loved his brother, and he wanted to stay with him forever....and ever.

Inhaling the very last drag of smoke, he standed up and stretched his arms over his head, popping his spine all along. He loved the taste of smoke in his mouth, so bitter, like the taste of love...he threatened himself saying that he would have pounched his belly on his own, if he didn’t stop thinking about Fred. But this was too much for him. He wanted so badly to go there and say to him:
“Please, be my boyfriend, I will always love you....and I will always give you wonderful heads!” but he reckoned that it was too shameful and silly to say, even for an over-sensitive guy like him.

After another hour on the rather chilled balcony, where he meditated on his situation, he felt disgusted of himself and headed back towards the Gryffindors dormitory. He sat down in the desert common room, on the worn, but comfy sofa, closing his eyes. Soon his mind was teasing him with images of him, giving a quite appreciated head to his brother...he lifted his eyelids, to delete that dirty thought but....Fred was in front of him, and George was showing such a noticeable hard-on that only a blind woman without hands wouldn’t have noticed.
“What are you doing here?” almost screamed George, crossing his legs on the spot to hide the bulge from Fred, with his cheecks burning red.
“Just wanna talk” said his perfect reflection.
“Sit down then” said George, still blushing and with small drops of sweat appearing on his forehead.
As Fred did it, he put his legs on the tea table in front of the couch. Placing his hands behind his head, and sighing noisily, said altogether:
“Ileftangelinacauseithinki’mabitkinky”
“What??? I didn’t catch a thing!!! Dammit, speak more slowly!” said too much nervously George. Fred breathed deeply, and then:
“I left Angelina because I think I’m a queer”
George blushed harder than before and cried out:
“WHAT!?ARE YOU G-“
“SHUTYOUR FUCKING, HORRIBLE MOUTH, YOU CHILD OF FILTH!!!” screamed Fred too, plugging his twin’s mouth with a pillow.
“Do you want the entire house of Gryffindors to know it?”
“I’m sorry, mate”
“It’s all right...I should be sorry, instead...didn’t mean to call you ”child of filth”, but you’re such a git sometimes...” apologized Fred, taking the pillow away from George’s mouth.
“Even because we have the same parents....” added akwardly George, spitting feathers all around. “And you mouth is not horrible, it is lovely.”
George lowered his eyes and his face reddened again.
“Anyway, yes, I’m gay....or so I suppose. I dismissed Angelina for this reason...”
“Oh...that’s unexcpected...you two blended so well together...” added George sharply.
“Yes, that’s true, but....you know....I prefer cocks....” said Fred with a soft and sensual voice, smirking while he glanced at the spot between George’s legs.
“And, to tell you the truth....yours’ really nice...quite like mine...”
“It actually is like yours, moron” said George, becoming as red as a tomato. Fred kissed his twin’s cheek, and started deposing little kisses all over his face, reaching, in the end, his lips.
“No, listen, not here and not now” suddenly said George, turning his face away.
“Come on Georgie-boy, everybody is at the Quidditch picht to see the match....and I know you like it...” said, teasing George’s neck with his wet tongue and trying to unbutton his pants.
“No, Fred, I said no!! STOP IT!” and he standed up, throwing his brother aside on the couch.
“What’s wrong with you, honestly!?” he stood up too, right in front of George.
“You are wrong, not me!”
“Ah, you say so? Well, i’ve never sucked my brother’s dick, but you did, and I never had a cock stuck up in my butt, so I think that you are weirder than me!” whispered Fred, grinding his teeth.
“Well, you never complained!”
“You neither! You know what?? You’re gay too, and you don’t want to admit it, ‘cause you’re the girliest whining girl I’ve ever met!”
“I’m not!”
“Yes, you are!”
“You know what???”
“WHAT!’”
“I...I..I love you...” George whispered with low voice, looking down to the floor.
Fred remained puzzled for a few seconds, staring in his brothers eyes. Then, clearing his troath, said “Eh-ehm...I love you too, of course, Georgie...”
“Don’t call me Georgie. And....I’m in love with you...”
“Oh...that’s...that’s different, then”
“Yes, it is.”
The embarassment in the air was so thick that one could have cutted it with a knife.
After a minute or so of silence, which seemed an hour to George, it was him to broke it.
“I know I could never be your boy...I didn’t plan to say it to you...it just slipped from my mouth...I’m sorry...”
“Oh, well....ehm....I really don’t know what to say...ehm....but, you know, I don’t think I love you as you love me...but things may change and maybe...”
“No, no, don’t worry, don’t say things you don’t want to say. I’ll be ok...I just...wouldn’t have told it to you...but....but....sorry, I can’t stay here” and he left, with so many tears prickling the inside of his eyes to come out.

He went to his beloved balcony, set down on the floor, and started crying so loud that his sobs echoed for all the tower. He will never be with Fred, and he will never be his favourite...his heart was broken into a thousand pieces, his eyes were swollen and bloodshot. He couldn’t believe what he just did....he said it to his twin, his own reflection, his prank mate...now, he could never kissed him again, because Fred would be utterly disgusted by him.
Holding his face into his hands, he tried to stand up, but he fell painfully on his knees.
Why, why, why the hell was he in love with his twin!? He screamed to the sky with all his voice, his neck embigged, his face purple and glossy with tears. He punched the floor so hard that his right hand started bleeding from the knuckles. He didn’t care about the pain, he did an horrible thing to his brother and he had to pay for it. From now on, nothing would ever be the same again.

After what seemed like one year, and many cigarettes after, with his eyes still too swollen and too red not to be noticed, he went downstairs, in his bedroom. It was lunch time, but he was not hungry at all. He seated on his bed, pulling the hangings all around it, and lying on the mattress. Fortunately the sleep came quickly, and he had a quiet, dreamless nap. He was woken up by a soft touch on his forehead...he opened slowly his eyes and saw himself standing next to him, lying on his own bed. It was not himself, it was Fred, caressing his hair with such sweetness, that a smile escaped from his chapped lips.
“Oh, Georgie....why did you cry?”
“’Cause I’m disgusting....leave me alone, please”
“You’re not disgusting...you’re just in love...” Fred said, smiling peacefully to his brother. He hugged him, lying completely on to bed, and he closed his eyes.
George started sobbig because he couldn’t help it, but Fred kept caressing his untidy fringe with soft touches.
”George, don’t be ashamed of what you feel for me...it’s ok, it’s not a bad thing” said Fred smiling sweetly, propping himself with his elbows.
“It is instead...you will never stay next to me again without thinking that I’m a freak ‘cause I fell in love with you”
“I never thought you’re a freak, believe me...nothing will change”
“Everything will change....you will never shag me again, for instance” said George, with such a trembling voice, that even Fred was only one step away from crying.
“And you will never touch me again....and...and you will never kiss me again...”
A huge, salty tear came out from Fred’s left eye, but he sweeped it away without being noticed by his brother.
“Shhhh” Fred said to his twin while he kissed him on the cheek. He tasted his salty tears, and kissed them away. George tried to stop crying, but he couldn’t....and for every tear he dropped, Fred was there with his lips to sweep it away. Soon the tears became fewer and fewer, but the kisses Fred gave to George spreaded on all his face, and finally reached George’s pursed lips. Fred had his eyes closed, while he tried to penetrate his brother mouth with his delicate tongue. George simply couldn’t resist and opened it for him to enter. Fred hugged him from his shoulders and settled himself on top of George, nesting between his aparted tights....that position was so comfortable for them, that George even smiled, looking into the greenish eyes of Fred, who was smiling broadely too.

They continued french-kissing for quite a long period of time, but then, George said :
“Don’t do this if you don’t want, please...” but his words were stopped by Fred’s lips that sewed again with his...Fred grabbed George’s shirt and pulled it away, looking with a sweet glance at his brother’s bare chest. It was pale and freckled, bony and with only a few muscles bulging out...just like his own. And it was so blissfully beautiful. He kissed all over it, indulging a little bit more on the pink nipples, that were hard under his tongue. Everytime he pinched one between his lips, a low moan of pleasure came out from George’s troath, and this was surely the best motivation he could ever had to keep going on. So, he started licking his bellybutton, and he traced a line of tiny little kisses till the waistband, following the ginger-red hairs underneath the bellybutton. He unbuttoned George’s jeans and pulled them away, returnig to kiss the hairs on his belly. On one side of his brother low abdomen, he found a lovely hipbone sticking out from the skin. He bit it very hard, enjoying to hear his brother moans, that this time were of pain. He returned for a second to his brother lips, kissing him hard and passionately, while his agile hands were pulling down his twin boxer. George dick was already hard, and he tried to hide it closing his tights. Fred smiled, but took that chance to undress himself too. When he was completely naked, he holded George chin with a hand, and sweetly forced him to look into his eyes.
“I promise that this time, it would not be for practising”

He kissed him again and again and again, not caring about anything else than themselves.
They didn’t care about their roommates crawling in silence into the room because the hangings were shut. They didn’t care if it was time to eat dinner. They didn’t care if it became night too fast.
They kissed for hours like nothing else mattered, like they were the only human beings on Earth.
Then, when George was ready, Fred spread his twin’s legs apart and George wrapped them softly, but still firmly, around his brother’s back.
And Fred entered into him, pushing slowly and only a little bit at time, waiting for his George to be ready to take him completely...and then they moaned together, low at first, and then louder and louder, George with his hands wrapped in Fred’s gingerbread-scented hair, and Fred with his hand on the skinny shoulders of his brother. Their moans soon became little, but still audible screams, and everyone in the room heard them, but pretended to sleep, because they didn’t know what to do.

Finally, George came violently on Fred’s abdomen with a low grunt, and a little later came Fred into his twin. Fred, pulling himself up on his knees, took the sheets and the blankets that were all gathered at the end of the bed, and covered both of them, crawling beside George, and kissing him another time.
“I love you too” said Fred into little Georgie’s left ear, and fell fast asleep, while a really wide and shiny smile spreaded on George face. He closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep like Fred did seconds before.

And this was the first time Fred and George made love together.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Hello!!! You should know that I'm crazy for guys with red hair, so I'm posting some picture of hot celebrities who are redhaired...



Rupert Grint of course (Ron Weasley for the few who don't know)



James (on the left) and Oliver Phelps (Fred and George Weasley)...I know, they're dyed, but i still like them!!



Brian McBride, an american soccer player...



Xabi Alonso, soccer player from Spain (his hair is deep red, not gingerish....i love this shade!!!)



He is Elio Germano, an italian actor...i know that from the picture you can't really tell he's a redhead, but believe me, he is!

This is all for now...if you know some other hot guys please tell me!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
Hello! As you may have already guessed, this is more like a personal diary, then a community or something like that...Anyway, i'm pleased if someone of you read the shit i post here, cause it keeps me writing and this leads to 2 good things: 1) i can have a proper diary with all my thoughts on it (i've never been able to keep writing one!) 2) i can improve my english (cause, i'm italian...^_^).
This morning i have to go to work and i'm quite pissed off cause i'm helping a boy with his homework (and they pay me a lot...)but he's soooo annoying...ugh!! ok, time to go!!!good bye...
PS: I'm back into ana-mode and feels so good...^_^
 
 
 
 
 
 
OMG!!! A friend of mine asked me out for an icecream tonight...i like him very much, and i want sooo bad to kiss him....how can i do now!!??? i will be too ashamed if he says "no!" aaaaaaaaaargh!!! So frustrating...
 
 
 
 
 
 
I just wanted to say "Hi" to you...I'm new in lj, and I like it a lot, so i decided to join it...I'm looking for a quiz to paste in here, to show you what I like and things like that...if you know a cool one, please, let me know!!
Kisses, Mel