Author's Note: Weasleys! YAY! J.K should've done a freaking Fred and George spin-off. I can't get enough of them!

This is my take on Gred and Feorge, a.k.a Fred and George's relationship, but it's told from the POV of George, around GoF. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

My Brother and I Chapter 1

"Fred, NO!"

Black birds scattered as the wooden door of a classroom burst open. From it two boys tumbled out into the stone corridors of Hogwarts, whooping, jeering and protesting students followed.

You couldn't tell by looking at them, but the lanky red-headed boy on top, aiming vicious fists at the face of the lanky, red-headed boy on the floor, was Fred Weasley. Said boy on the floor was his brother, George and he too tried for punches while simultaneously blocking Fred's fists. This was the first time they had fought in fifteen years and Angelina Johnson was horrified. The girl standing by the pair, yelling her head off and grabbing at Fred's arm was Angelina, the source of their frenzy.

For as long as the twins could remember, they had shared. It seemed natural that they bought the same clothes and had the same sense of humor and held the same ambitions close to their hearts. But this time, with this girl, they could not share, nor did they want to. It was the first time they had fought in fifteen years and for that it was all the more vicious…

George remembered vividly the first time they had seen Angelina Johnson. At the age of eleven, everything was new and wonderful to the Weasley twins. Opportunities were limitless. They knew of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from the stories their brothers and parents and grandparents had told them, and for nearly a decade they were just about crazy with excitement to get to this wondrous place. It only seemed right, and fair, that they would be accepted, and sure enough they were. Mrs. Weasley had hoped that this great achievement would somehow mellow out her darling demons a little, but of course she was disappointed. Now, they could fly brooms and cast spells without being scolded. They had a vent for all their creative energy, i.e., practical jokes, in this vast place.

One thing that stood out to George about Hogwarts, before they even got there, was the girl that had occupied their compartment on the Hogwarts Express.

They found her sitting and staring out the window. When she looked up at them, George felt an odd warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. She was pretty, very pretty with large dark eyes and a button nose, her full mouth pursed shrewdly. Her braids had red and white beads on the ends.

Now Fred and George were both outgoing, confident, very nearly aggressive in the way they handled strangers. But George was always that little bit more reserved when it came to actually pulling people in. So he was not surprised when Fred quickly extended a hand in greeting and introduced himself.

"Fred Weasley's the name," he said a light chirpy voice. "And this is my dear shadow…"

"George," he filled in and took her soft dark hand in his. If all girls at Hogwarts were like this, George had thought, he would have a right good time.

She had smiled slightly. "I'm Angelina Johnson. Your Arthur Weasley's twins, aren't you?"

They nodded simultaneously.

"Hair gave us away, I suppose," said George.

"Yeah. My dad knows about your dad. He says he's a nutter and I should stay away from you two unless I want trouble." She paused. "So would you like to join me in this carriage?"

They had grinned, certain now that they had found a good friend in Ms. Johnson.

And soon Fred and George made good friends out of Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood and Alicia Spinnet as well. But the most prominent among them had always been Angelina. Maybe it was the fact that she was a year older, but she seemed to hold an almost maternal power over them. She laughed and learned and played with them, she was smart and gorgeous and rough in a good way, but when she felt the need for it she soon became the force of discipline. When a prank went too far or the twins weren't trying hard enough in school she said something, and they listened. Because to Fred and George, she was a goddess, above and beyond any other girls they had ever known. She played Quidditch better than they did, for Godric's sake! George could find no other girl like her in Hogwarts, as hard as he looked.

A distinguishing factor between Fred and George was how they expressed their emotions, Fred much more freely. So it was no surprise when the one twin told the other in the confines of their dormitory, that he was "completely mad" over Ms. Johnson. George, however, did not like to be so open. He encouraged his brother to go for it, applying his best smiley face.

He frequently commented on the fact that Angelina was "right fit". But that was common knowledge. What he could not, would not say, was that he too was mad for her. He too got a smile on his face from thinking about her before he slept at night and when he woke up in the morning. He too felt his heart might cave in and shrivel up like a prune every time he touched her.

But Fred was always that little bit more assertive, more willing to put himself out there. So in their fourth year, Fred asked Angelina to take the trip to Hogsmeade with him exclusively and she accepted. What they did with that alone time he did not know, nor did he want to. A year later Fred put his delicate heart on the line again by asking her to the Yule Ball and it paid off.

George could only watch, watch their crush grow into outright attraction and maybe even love. George watched, and everyday he saw them together his heart ached. He felt a horrible for wanting to take something so dear from his brother. He could never act on his feelings, he told himself constantly. Fred was his best friend, and whatever Angelina made him feel even she was not worth the risk.

But as time went on, it became increasingly difficult for George to listen to the voice of reason. Angelina grew taller, more beautiful, more stubborn, and everyday he saw her, he hated his brother for being the first to shake her hand.