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17 April 2011 @ 01:16 pm
[fic] Harry Potter; Fred and George  
A slightly older fic, but I still felt like posting something after a while, so here I am :) Enjoy and tell me what you think ♥


across the sky

Harry Potter / Fred, George, mentions of their family

Both of them look hideous with their messy hair and shining skin, but Fred flashes him his brightest smile and somehow, George can’t help but smile back.






across the sky

 

each time I meet you summer becomes new

 

“Come on, George,” Fred whispers into his ear and George shivers from the cold breath. “Just one hour. I need to be distracted, that’s what brothers are for, right?”

George grunts in return, pulling the blanket over his face once again. It’s still in the middle of the night, he senses, and he’s dead tired and tomorrow he needs to get up early, as does Fred, and it’s freaking cold outside –

“One hour, no more,” he mumbles, blindly reaching for random pieces of clothes. Both of them look hideous with their messy hair and shining skin, but Fred flashes him his brightest smile and somehow, George can’t help but smile back.

 

when the blue sky and ocean shine and overlap
the tears will dry, summer is smiling

 

Their mother is about to explode, her face red and distorted, trembling fists reaching for her wand, but they are long gone already. Only when they are completely out of breath, they stop running, gasping for air and laughing at the same time. George reaches for Fred’s shoulder and leans onto him, exhausted yet grinning like a fool.

“She has no sense of humour, that’s all,” Fred comments after a while, with George eagerly nodding in return. “Everyone thought it’s been funny. Everyone. Even Percy tried to cover his laughter with coughing.”

“Miserable coughing,” George adds and they snicker again.

“Let’s sunbathe in the fields until Mum’s calmed down. Not that will be ever the case…”

“Hope springs eternal, you know…”

All of a sudden, Fred starts running again, for no obvious reason, spurting like a madman; “come on, man,” and George is not one to give up a race, so he runs, runs, never losing sight of his other half.

 

living has the same meaning as trying

 

“Fuck off,” Fred murmurs into his pillows. His voice is deep and husky, as always when he’s angry. George’s voice sounds the same.

“Stop acting like a girl,” he snaps, not even trying to be quiet; he couldn’t care less about curious fellow students at the moment.  “For Merlin’s sake, just look at me already.”

“For Merlin’s sake, just leave the room already.”

“Doing what? Let you wallow in self-pity for the rest of the day?”

“What if I want to?”

“What if – “

“Fine, whatever. Do as you please, I won’t listen.” Once again, Fred turns to the wall, probably closing his eyes in his stubbornness.

George sighs, still frustrated to no end, and sits down on his brother’s bed. After staring at him with a frown after a while, he sighs again, leaning against the motionless body. “Crybaby,” he mumbles, now closing his eyes as well. The body under him relaxes.

 “Idiot,” Fred whispers back.

 

I wish the time stops forever in this place

 

It’s past midnight and all the guests have left already.  There are hardly any leftovers of Molly’s culinary masterpieces, only traces of Ginny’s little accident (disaster) with the punch can be perceived when looking closely at the floor. She’s still mad at them for making fun of her the entire evening, most likely.

When everyone has wished each other a good night, George taps him on the shoulder and finds a grin responding the glow in his eyes.

Sure, the brooms are not the healthiest out there, and definitely not the fastest; however, the sky is pitch black and the moon so very beautiful, they can barely take their eyes away from it. The wind feels like it is playing with their hair, their cloaks.

They fly above the forest like this, for hours, it seems. Their hands feel numb after the first hour but neither of them is willing to get back to the ground already.

Riding next to each other, Fred suddenly throws a small package vaguely at his direction; only due to his exceptional reflexes, George is able to catch it before hitting the grass. In order to make up for the sudden free fall, George drops a similar package right under him. Fred curses loudly, chasing after the object.

When they meet at eye level again, they crack a grin.

“Happy birthday,” they say simultaneously.

 

 

It is Fred’s last present for him and George thinks, if only, if only.





A/N: This is a fic I've written a few months ago :) Please tell me what you think, comments are highly appreciated and loved ♥
 
 
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idealscenario: [동방신기] 윤호idealscenario on April 18th, 2011 02:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the lovely comment! I'm glad you like it :) ♥ (adorable icon, btw ;))
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idealscenario: [동방신기] 유천idealscenario on April 24th, 2011 08:30 pm (UTC)
Haha there's no one resisting his charm xD
Soniaaoi_honoo on April 30th, 2011 04:30 am (UTC)
I love it!!
idealscenario: passionateidealscenario on May 2nd, 2011 06:53 pm (UTC)
That's so nice, thank you so so much ;////; ♥