Story Title: A Visited Argument
Rated: PG-13 for implied twincest
Status: Complete // 300+
Summary: [Fred/George] Fred and George frequent an old dilemma.
Steve's Notes: My first Fred/George, so the topic might be a little overused. No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

"Mum is going to have a fit," George declared.
"Devastated," Fred agreed. "No kids from Bill or Charlie or Percy yet. And we…"

"Ron's got Hermione," George interjected. "They'll have loads of kids."
"If Ronnie gets his head out of his arse long enough to tell her how he feels," Fred grumbled.

George glared at him. "That's not fair."
"What?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe he's just afraid," he told his twin.
"They obviously love each other."

George's cheeks grew red as they often did when he was irritated. "Obviously."
"Oh, get over it," Fred rolled his eyes.

"I won't!" George jabbed his brother in the arm with an angry finger. "There's always that risk."
"Come off it George!" Fred snapped. "I thought we were past that!"

"You didn't have to be such a bugger about it," George fired back.
"I am a bugger," Fred muttered, and a visited argument reared its nasty head.

"Is that really what you think?" George's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"We're twins George! Bloody twins! And we…"

"We what Fred? Share meals together? Read books together? Work together? Invent together? Love each other so much that we…"
Fred rubbed the scruff on his jaw; George had once admitted to liking the way it felt against his skin. "George…"

"It doesn't change the way we feel about each other. Twins or not."
Fred grimaced faintly. "I know that," he whispered.

"Then why do you-"
"Because I hate this!" Fred snapped. "I hate... going behind their backs."

"I know Fred," George cautiously laid his hand on Fred's shoulder. They had to be... cautious. "But we can't."
Fred sighed as the hopeless anger left him. "Mum is going to kill us you know."

"Eventually," George chirped. Then, suddenly, truthfully, "I love you."
"I know," Fred was surprised when George hit him. "Hey!"

"You're supposed to say 'I love you too George'."
"But you know that. More than anything."

George smiled and, despite himself, Fred smiled back.
"Except," he paused dramatically, "-for maybe the Marauders."

George punched him again.

end.