WARNING: This story contains incest or 'twincest' of that between Fred and George. If you are at all disturbed by that, dont read on. Otherwise, please continue. And review!

I have watched the sun rise over the Burrow before, but not quite like this. There's just something about lying awake all night and watching the skies, then finally seeing the end result - a beautiful orange and pink canvas spread out across the open sky. I can hear him breathing next to me, a soft and subtle lullaby. His lips are parted, taking in those soft breaths. Those beautiful blue eyes are closed, behind them he is lost in his dreamworld.

When I'm near him I feel like I'm floating. Floating far and away to some strangely beautiful land, where only we are together. Alone, and in our love. No one can tell us we are wrong, no one can tell us we are sinning. We are only doing what we know, what we feel is right. How can our love be so wrong, when it feels so pure?

He is stirring next to me, and his eyes flutter open. Oh those beautiful blue eyes, their mischievious sparkle, that hidden sadness that only I can tell. His lips part as if he is about to say something, but no sound comes out. He just smiles at me, like he's hiding a secret only he knows.

I lay down next to him, so close that our noses touch. I can count each and every freckle on his nose, every beautiful mark that is a mirror of my own. My lips part in a silent, "Oh Fred..." and his soft lips curl into a smile.
"Yes?" he says. I can taste his breath, it tastes of mint and vanilla and every forbidden flavor imaginable.

I dont know what to say next, all I can do is breath him in. I can feel him kissing me and I know what I must taste like, because he tastes the same way. Like some sweet confection that's kept away in a locked cupboard, away from prying eyes and the curious hands of others. A taste that only we can share, because it is our own.

I can feel his tongue run over my bare skin, sending this sensational shiver up and down my spine. I love it when he kisses me, when his fingertips brush across my bare skin. I love it when we are alone together. No one else is around. No one else can hear us.

Before I know it, he is on top of me, pulling his night shirt over his head. Exposing his flawless pale flesh. He knows he is teasing me. I can tell by the devlish grin that has formed on his lips. I reach up and run my fingers over his warm bare flesh.
I pull him down ontop of me, my lips catching his.

Our hands are searching eachother, groping. I finally catch his cock in my hands and begin pumping it gently. I dont want him to get upset and tell me I'm going to fast. He just closes his eyes, and his lips part. A soft moan escapes.
And I pump just a little harder until he becomes firm under my grasp.

He opens his beautiful blue eyes, and they roll back, his expression of pure pleasure. His lips part once more and release another soft moan, but this time they speak my name, "Oh George," he moans, "George"
I smile in satisfaction, "What is it Fred?" I whisper. "George, I love you so much." he says, his eyes widening. He thrusts into my hand, and I bite my lip, just waiting for his orgasm.
I love his expression.
Like I had given him the best time of his life.

He gave one last satisfying thrust into my hand. Sticky liquid bursting all over the place. He moaned with pleasure and smiled up at me. "Oh George..." he said, cupping my face in his hands. We kissed again, our bodies entwined. Defenseless and silent.

He lay next to me, my arms wrapped around him.
I kissed the back of his neck, the taste of his sweat on my lips.
I hear him whisper, "You know when we leave here for school, we wont be able to do this"
I close my eyes and realize this is true. I wont be able to have him.
To hold him near me.
People would be watching us, judging us.

The sun has finally risen.
The sky it's normal shade of blue.
It is a clear day, and I can hear the birds singing just outside our window.
"Do you hear them?" he says, "They are singing just for us"
I smile, and squeeze him tighter.
"How lovely it must be to not have a care in the world. To just fly away at one's own will." He says dreamily. His breathing becomes softer and I realize he is asleep.

I whisper into his ear how much I love him, hoping that he can hear me speaking to him in his dreams.