Fred smiled, seeing George sleeping peacefully beside him. It had been this way since they were born. They had always shared everything, including the same bed.

But Fred was getting worried that his love for his brother was much more than platonic. He stared at George, studying his expression. It seemed to say that Fred was wrong, that his feelings were wrong, that loving his brother was wrong. It'd be incest, no worse… It'd be twincest.

Fred slid out from the sheets careful not to wake George. He straightened out the padded softly down the stars to the bathroom. He tugged off his boxers and turned on the water in the bathtub. Soon it was filled with hot water and Fred climbed in, sighing happily as the water soothed his aching back and muscles. What he didn't see was that George had slipped into the bathroom when he wasn't looking.

"Fred?" Fred was startled from a fantasy involving him and his brother when he heard that one word. George's voce was small and uncertain, so different from the George Fred knew.

"George? What's wrong?" Fred got no answer, instead his twin just stared blankly at him. "George, love?" Wait, had he just said 'love'? Fred was certain he had when he was George's smile brighten considerably at what he had just said.

"Fred…? I…I…Iloveyou!"

As fast as it had been said, Fred understood, and he smiled. "I love you, too, George."

A few secrets and a lot of kisses later they smiled at each other in the understanding that they had a love that was shared together. As if thinking the same thing, both, now in their bed, leaned forward and shared a soft kiss.

"Goodnight, Fred. Love you."

"Goodnight, George. Love you, too."