Fic: Revelation (Fred/George, PG-13)
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asimplechordTitle: Revelation
Author: irisgirl12000
Prompt set: 50.4
Prompt: confusion
Word count: 1922
Characters: Fred, George
Warning: incest, angst, boys snogging
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. These characters belong to the publishing juggernaut that is JK Rowling and associated media corporations.
Notes: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bar_bar_ella for her input. Any remaining mistakes are my own. This was written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100quills, and the grid that contains the prompts and links to other responses is here. And finally, some of the events described here do not occur in the HP books, but are consistent with movie-canon.
edit: I forgot! This falls into the same universe as all the stories written for the100quills. Although it occurs chronologically before Parental advice, it is part of the same arc, and will have (at least) four more installments.
What was he thinking? What was he doing? Surely George didn't mean to make such a spectacle of himself.
More than the one we made wrestling in front of the Goblet of Fire, you mean, hmm?
Ruthlessly quelling his cynical inner voice, Fred dragged his gaze away from the corner table, where George and Lee, who had both come to the Yule Ball without dates, had their heads together. At first he'd thought they were plotting mischief – pranks to be played without him! He tried not to feel left out – but then he'd seen Lee's lips linger near George's ear, seen George's blush, and he'd been paralyzed by a stab of angry heat in his gut.
Angelina's hand waving in front of his face brought Fred out of his stupor.
"Ready for another spin around the dance floor? Or did you want to take a walk out in the rose garden?" She eyed him hopefully.
Smiling weakly, Fred stood and steered her into the orbit of students circling the hall. She seemed a bit disappointed. He supposed he understood her dismay – most students their year or older had disappeared, abandoning the chaperoned banquet hall to the younger students, heading for less regularly patrolled areas. If anyone had asked Fred earlier, he'd have said he expected to join the exodus to the shadows of the rose gardens or the quiet hallway up on the seventh floor of the castle's west wing.
But that was before. Before he'd seen Lee flirting with George. Before he'd seen George smiling shyly back. Before George had blushed at the touch of Lee's lips.
Fred hadn't even suspected George fancied other boys. Or that Lee did, either! How had he missed that?
He bumped into Angelina and came to an abrupt halt, belatedly becoming aware that the music has paused. Most of his mind was still occupied with the George/Lee matter, but Angelina's silence and the stiffness of her stance made him realize that he hadn't spoken a word or even smiled through their dance. When the music started again, Angelina steered him to the edge of the dance floor.
"If you're going to be such a wet blanket, you can entertain yourself. Eddie Carmichael and Katie invited me to the Ravenclaw after-party." With an irritated huff, she turned on her heel and stalked off. Fred stood at the fringe of the crowd, watching as she left, pausing only to kick off the high-heeled shoes she'd been wearing. For once, Fred couldn't even appreciate the length of toned, brown leg she revealed when she lifted the hem of her robe to do so.
Irritated with her, with himself, and most of all with George and Lee, who had disappeared while he was dancing, Fred kicked a bit of garland that had fallen from the decorations. Loosening his tie – thank Merlin Bill and Charlie had outgrown their dress robes, and he and George had been able to wear them with minor alterations, else they would have had to wear a set like Ron's – he followed slowly, intending to find Angelina and apologize. He'd try to make it up to her; they'd been looking forward to this for so long, hadn't they? He hadn't meant to ruin it.
He had every intention of finding Angelina, but when he rounded the corner of the entrance hall past the suits of armor, he instead found George and Lee. Fred couldn't see Lee's expression; he was leaning on his arm, propped on the tapestry next to George's head, and George was half-standing, half-leaning against the wall angled toward Lee.
"—got a bottle of firewhisky, and I know the Astronomy Tower will be deserted tonight. Everyone's out in the grounds." Lee's words, their tone almost wheedling, barely carried to Fred's ears.
Turn him down. Whatever he wants to do with you that involves solitude and alcohol can't be something you want. Turn him down.
But George didn't say anything. He shifted slightly closer to Lee, and when the torches sparked and snapped, Fred could see George's eyes. He was dismayed to see in them a glint of interest, and he knew that George was on the verge of acceptance. The newly tied knots in his stomach tightened at the thought. But then something changed his mind; Fred could see the decision made in the way George's expression blanked and the glitter in his eyes diminished.
"Maybe next time, Lee. I saw Ludo Bagman around, and you know Fred and I have some unfinished business with him." Two pairs of identical brown eyes met. "He was talking to Dumbledore before the Weird Sisters broke for their last set. Let's see if we can corner him."
With that, George shrugged away from Lee and headed back toward the entry hall, waving Fred along in front of him. When Fred looked back, he could see Lee standing in the same place, his hand still braced against the tapestry, watching them wistfully.
Hours later the twins returned to Gryffindor tower, frustrated and angry. Just when they had pinned Bagman in a corner and demanded he repay their bet, Percy had interrupted. Bagman had used their brother as an excuse to hare off, and had successfully avoided them for the rest of the night. In a last-ditch attempt to amuse themselves, they'd sprinkled Mood-Switching Fairy Dust on couples as they entered the rose garden, obviously intent on taking advantage of a bit of privacy. Even that hadn't lasted long with Snape and Karkaroff around. George was convinced that the Potions master would have let them continue if he had been alone, since they were using a potion-like prank to roust the lovebirds. But whatever Karkaroff had been saying had Snape in a right state, and he'd been as snarky as Ron suggested he was to the fourth-year Gryffindors. Maybe the perils of Potions with Harry Potter weren't as exaggerated as they'd always thought.
Their dormitory was empty; Towler was still out carousing, and apparently Lee had found someone else to corrupt with his firewhisky. The twins shucked their dress robes and prepared for bed. Once they were tucked in their beds facing each other, the lamps dimmed, Fred allowed himself to ask the question he'd been holding in all evening.
"So, you and Lee?" He tried to be casual, but he was fairly certain that his curiosity bled through the faked nonchalance.
"Lee? No. Well… maybe." George grinned impishly, implying all sorts of naughtiness, but something about his expression had become closed-off, as if he had been sharing something with Fred that he now wished to hide.
"Is there a reason you never mentioned to me that you were interested in blokes?"
George shifted, squeezing the pillow tighter between his arm and his ear. "Boy, girl, it's all the same to me; I'm happy to admire them both. Besides, I didn't think I needed to say it out loud, I thought you knew."
"Is there anyone particular you're interested in? If not Lee?"
Absurdly long ginger eyelashes swept down, hiding anything George's eyes might have communicated. "Maybe. But I haven't told him yet. If anything comes of it, I'll let you know."
With that, George rolled over. Fred was left staring at the back of his brother's head until a restless sleep claimed him.
Fred had no idea how he navigated the weeks between the Yule Ball and the Second Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He must have attended class and turned in assignments, but he had no memory of doing so; his main recollection of that time was of the new world of attractive people around him. Now, rather than simply admiring Angelina (who, miffed about the Ball, was ignoring him), he found himself inspecting and appreciating other students of both sexes left and right. Slim ankles and sleek hair, broad shoulders and long legs, these combinations and more caught his eye. In all of his observations, though, he could not determine which of the other students might be the object of George's affection. Seldom did George's gaze linger for long, and his appreciation of masculine or feminine beauty was usually impersonal, rather than possessive.
Of course, there was also some time spent worrying about their nearly non-existent finances, which had been ameliorated to some extent by the wagers they managed as the Tournament progressed, but that seemed a minor concern with Harry confronting his next test.
Poor sod. Maybe it was a good thing that the Ministry had set an age requirement. Fred certainly did not envy him the challenge ahead.
They waited on the platform for the task to start, joking with other Gryffindors and teasing Harry, who looked a tad green. At one point, Fred was sure he caught George ogling Harry's legs, which were bared by his swim costume. Surely not! If asked, Fred would have said that Harry was Ron's best friend, Ginny's crush, the Gryffindor Seeker Extraordinaire. He was only fourteen years old, and he was… well, he was cute in a scruffy, dark, take-me-home-and-feed-me sort of way. Never before had Fred considered Harry as anything other than a pal and teammate, and he certainly hadn't thought George might be interested in him.
But he does have very nice calves. And the muscles in his thighs are long and sleek. And it looks like he's been swimming or exercising, because his arms and shoulders—
Stop it!
George obviously thinks so, given the direction of his glances.
Shut. Up.
But Fred's inner voice kept whispering, making Fred wonder if his objection was to Harry, or to the fact that George was looking at someone else at all. He hadn't quite worked that out in his head when they headed back to the castle.
After they lost Harry, Ron and Hermione to Hagrid during the trek back, Fred felt free to confront George.
"So, the person you said you fancy… how do you think they'd feel if they saw you checking Harry out?"
"Noticed that, did you? Harry's a Hogwarts champion, I'm sure no one was surprised. Hell, everyone was checking him out when he was standing up there on the platform. Even you were."
"But don't you want to be with this person? I would if there was someone I wanted more than anyone else. Why aren't you talking to them, focusing on them?"
"What makes you think I'm not?"
George's grin was sly, and held just enough innuendo to tip Fred's anger and jealousy into action. He wasn't sure what he was intending to do when he grabbed George's arm and pulled him to a halt. Hex him? Hit him? In the end, he felt his arm contract, pulling George closer by a fistful of jumper. Both of them were surprised when he dragged him into a kiss.
Noses banged painfully before Fred turned his head, then lips smashed together. Something about the violence of the kiss soothed his outrage, and he loosened his grip. The body against his didn't move away. Instead, he felt hands grip his wrists, and the lips against his parted slightly, their chapped surface scraping his gently. Moaning gratefully, Fred deepened the kiss.
A kiss. He was kissing George. Ohgoodgods. As soon as he realized what he had done, Fred pushed away in horrified fear.
But instead of the recriminations Fred expected, George whispered, "Finally!" and pulled him close again. Almost expecting another kiss, Fred was startled when George rested their foreheads together and smiled into his eyes.
"Do you feel like you have my attention now?"
Author: irisgirl12000
Prompt set: 50.4
Prompt: confusion
Word count: 1922
Characters: Fred, George
Warning: incest, angst, boys snogging
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. These characters belong to the publishing juggernaut that is JK Rowling and associated media corporations.
Notes: Many thanks to
bar_bar_ella for her input. Any remaining mistakes are my own. This was written for 100quills, and the grid that contains the prompts and links to other responses is here. And finally, some of the events described here do not occur in the HP books, but are consistent with movie-canon. edit: I forgot! This falls into the same universe as all the stories written for the
100quills. Although it occurs chronologically before Parental advice, it is part of the same arc, and will have (at least) four more installments.What was he thinking? What was he doing? Surely George didn't mean to make such a spectacle of himself.
More than the one we made wrestling in front of the Goblet of Fire, you mean, hmm?
Ruthlessly quelling his cynical inner voice, Fred dragged his gaze away from the corner table, where George and Lee, who had both come to the Yule Ball without dates, had their heads together. At first he'd thought they were plotting mischief – pranks to be played without him! He tried not to feel left out – but then he'd seen Lee's lips linger near George's ear, seen George's blush, and he'd been paralyzed by a stab of angry heat in his gut.
Angelina's hand waving in front of his face brought Fred out of his stupor.
"Ready for another spin around the dance floor? Or did you want to take a walk out in the rose garden?" She eyed him hopefully.
Smiling weakly, Fred stood and steered her into the orbit of students circling the hall. She seemed a bit disappointed. He supposed he understood her dismay – most students their year or older had disappeared, abandoning the chaperoned banquet hall to the younger students, heading for less regularly patrolled areas. If anyone had asked Fred earlier, he'd have said he expected to join the exodus to the shadows of the rose gardens or the quiet hallway up on the seventh floor of the castle's west wing.
But that was before. Before he'd seen Lee flirting with George. Before he'd seen George smiling shyly back. Before George had blushed at the touch of Lee's lips.
Fred hadn't even suspected George fancied other boys. Or that Lee did, either! How had he missed that?
He bumped into Angelina and came to an abrupt halt, belatedly becoming aware that the music has paused. Most of his mind was still occupied with the George/Lee matter, but Angelina's silence and the stiffness of her stance made him realize that he hadn't spoken a word or even smiled through their dance. When the music started again, Angelina steered him to the edge of the dance floor.
"If you're going to be such a wet blanket, you can entertain yourself. Eddie Carmichael and Katie invited me to the Ravenclaw after-party." With an irritated huff, she turned on her heel and stalked off. Fred stood at the fringe of the crowd, watching as she left, pausing only to kick off the high-heeled shoes she'd been wearing. For once, Fred couldn't even appreciate the length of toned, brown leg she revealed when she lifted the hem of her robe to do so.
Irritated with her, with himself, and most of all with George and Lee, who had disappeared while he was dancing, Fred kicked a bit of garland that had fallen from the decorations. Loosening his tie – thank Merlin Bill and Charlie had outgrown their dress robes, and he and George had been able to wear them with minor alterations, else they would have had to wear a set like Ron's – he followed slowly, intending to find Angelina and apologize. He'd try to make it up to her; they'd been looking forward to this for so long, hadn't they? He hadn't meant to ruin it.
He had every intention of finding Angelina, but when he rounded the corner of the entrance hall past the suits of armor, he instead found George and Lee. Fred couldn't see Lee's expression; he was leaning on his arm, propped on the tapestry next to George's head, and George was half-standing, half-leaning against the wall angled toward Lee.
"—got a bottle of firewhisky, and I know the Astronomy Tower will be deserted tonight. Everyone's out in the grounds." Lee's words, their tone almost wheedling, barely carried to Fred's ears.
Turn him down. Whatever he wants to do with you that involves solitude and alcohol can't be something you want. Turn him down.
But George didn't say anything. He shifted slightly closer to Lee, and when the torches sparked and snapped, Fred could see George's eyes. He was dismayed to see in them a glint of interest, and he knew that George was on the verge of acceptance. The newly tied knots in his stomach tightened at the thought. But then something changed his mind; Fred could see the decision made in the way George's expression blanked and the glitter in his eyes diminished.
"Maybe next time, Lee. I saw Ludo Bagman around, and you know Fred and I have some unfinished business with him." Two pairs of identical brown eyes met. "He was talking to Dumbledore before the Weird Sisters broke for their last set. Let's see if we can corner him."
With that, George shrugged away from Lee and headed back toward the entry hall, waving Fred along in front of him. When Fred looked back, he could see Lee standing in the same place, his hand still braced against the tapestry, watching them wistfully.
Hours later the twins returned to Gryffindor tower, frustrated and angry. Just when they had pinned Bagman in a corner and demanded he repay their bet, Percy had interrupted. Bagman had used their brother as an excuse to hare off, and had successfully avoided them for the rest of the night. In a last-ditch attempt to amuse themselves, they'd sprinkled Mood-Switching Fairy Dust on couples as they entered the rose garden, obviously intent on taking advantage of a bit of privacy. Even that hadn't lasted long with Snape and Karkaroff around. George was convinced that the Potions master would have let them continue if he had been alone, since they were using a potion-like prank to roust the lovebirds. But whatever Karkaroff had been saying had Snape in a right state, and he'd been as snarky as Ron suggested he was to the fourth-year Gryffindors. Maybe the perils of Potions with Harry Potter weren't as exaggerated as they'd always thought.
Their dormitory was empty; Towler was still out carousing, and apparently Lee had found someone else to corrupt with his firewhisky. The twins shucked their dress robes and prepared for bed. Once they were tucked in their beds facing each other, the lamps dimmed, Fred allowed himself to ask the question he'd been holding in all evening.
"So, you and Lee?" He tried to be casual, but he was fairly certain that his curiosity bled through the faked nonchalance.
"Lee? No. Well… maybe." George grinned impishly, implying all sorts of naughtiness, but something about his expression had become closed-off, as if he had been sharing something with Fred that he now wished to hide.
"Is there a reason you never mentioned to me that you were interested in blokes?"
George shifted, squeezing the pillow tighter between his arm and his ear. "Boy, girl, it's all the same to me; I'm happy to admire them both. Besides, I didn't think I needed to say it out loud, I thought you knew."
"Is there anyone particular you're interested in? If not Lee?"
Absurdly long ginger eyelashes swept down, hiding anything George's eyes might have communicated. "Maybe. But I haven't told him yet. If anything comes of it, I'll let you know."
With that, George rolled over. Fred was left staring at the back of his brother's head until a restless sleep claimed him.
Fred had no idea how he navigated the weeks between the Yule Ball and the Second Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He must have attended class and turned in assignments, but he had no memory of doing so; his main recollection of that time was of the new world of attractive people around him. Now, rather than simply admiring Angelina (who, miffed about the Ball, was ignoring him), he found himself inspecting and appreciating other students of both sexes left and right. Slim ankles and sleek hair, broad shoulders and long legs, these combinations and more caught his eye. In all of his observations, though, he could not determine which of the other students might be the object of George's affection. Seldom did George's gaze linger for long, and his appreciation of masculine or feminine beauty was usually impersonal, rather than possessive.
Of course, there was also some time spent worrying about their nearly non-existent finances, which had been ameliorated to some extent by the wagers they managed as the Tournament progressed, but that seemed a minor concern with Harry confronting his next test.
Poor sod. Maybe it was a good thing that the Ministry had set an age requirement. Fred certainly did not envy him the challenge ahead.
They waited on the platform for the task to start, joking with other Gryffindors and teasing Harry, who looked a tad green. At one point, Fred was sure he caught George ogling Harry's legs, which were bared by his swim costume. Surely not! If asked, Fred would have said that Harry was Ron's best friend, Ginny's crush, the Gryffindor Seeker Extraordinaire. He was only fourteen years old, and he was… well, he was cute in a scruffy, dark, take-me-home-and-feed-me sort of way. Never before had Fred considered Harry as anything other than a pal and teammate, and he certainly hadn't thought George might be interested in him.
But he does have very nice calves. And the muscles in his thighs are long and sleek. And it looks like he's been swimming or exercising, because his arms and shoulders—
Stop it!
George obviously thinks so, given the direction of his glances.
Shut. Up.
But Fred's inner voice kept whispering, making Fred wonder if his objection was to Harry, or to the fact that George was looking at someone else at all. He hadn't quite worked that out in his head when they headed back to the castle.
After they lost Harry, Ron and Hermione to Hagrid during the trek back, Fred felt free to confront George.
"So, the person you said you fancy… how do you think they'd feel if they saw you checking Harry out?"
"Noticed that, did you? Harry's a Hogwarts champion, I'm sure no one was surprised. Hell, everyone was checking him out when he was standing up there on the platform. Even you were."
"But don't you want to be with this person? I would if there was someone I wanted more than anyone else. Why aren't you talking to them, focusing on them?"
"What makes you think I'm not?"
George's grin was sly, and held just enough innuendo to tip Fred's anger and jealousy into action. He wasn't sure what he was intending to do when he grabbed George's arm and pulled him to a halt. Hex him? Hit him? In the end, he felt his arm contract, pulling George closer by a fistful of jumper. Both of them were surprised when he dragged him into a kiss.
Noses banged painfully before Fred turned his head, then lips smashed together. Something about the violence of the kiss soothed his outrage, and he loosened his grip. The body against his didn't move away. Instead, he felt hands grip his wrists, and the lips against his parted slightly, their chapped surface scraping his gently. Moaning gratefully, Fred deepened the kiss.
A kiss. He was kissing George. Ohgoodgods. As soon as he realized what he had done, Fred pushed away in horrified fear.
But instead of the recriminations Fred expected, George whispered, "Finally!" and pulled him close again. Almost expecting another kiss, Fred was startled when George rested their foreheads together and smiled into his eyes.
"Do you feel like you have my attention now?"
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Date: 2006-09-11 12:31 am (UTC)The buildup was perfect, and the ending just wonderful. :) That was a great last line!
And I loved how George let Fred take his time and figure it out. Lovely.
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Date: 2006-09-11 02:02 am (UTC)Just take breaks to write the occasional Snarry100 drabble... *g*
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Date: 2006-09-11 02:10 am (UTC)But yeah, I'm enjoying the Snarry100 drabbles, too.
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Date: 2006-09-11 01:56 am (UTC)I'm firmly convinced that George felt the same way the first time Fred went out with Angelina, we just haven't seen it yet.
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Date: 2006-09-11 05:03 am (UTC)Mmm, loving the new version even more! ;D
And, my sincere apologies, but I missed something in para 9 - "smile" should probably have a 'd' added to it. Sorry, darling.
Really can't wait to see where the lads go from here. That really is a kiss that changes lives... *le sigh*
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Date: 2006-09-11 11:50 am (UTC)Mmm, yes, a life-altering kiss. George has been waiting a long time for that!
*goes back to imagining them in The Kiss*
♥
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Date: 2006-09-14 12:12 pm (UTC)I fail at setting goals and sticking to them, though. The
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