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I've had this idea stuck in my head for months but never had the time or inspiration to write it! But that obviously changed cause here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

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Thank you to my Beta Strawberry-Green-Girl!

Sleepless Nights

"Ugh" I sighed as I turned over for the millionth time that night. It was another night where I was completely worn out but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't fall asleep.

I stared at the ceiling and contemplated counting sheep again, but then again
if it didn't work the first seven times what are the odds that it'll work the
eighth time around, slim to none.
I stared at the ceiling and contemplated counting sheep again, but then again if it didn't work the first seven times, what are the odds that it'll work the eighth time around? Slim to none. This thought made me sigh again and move back on to my side for the millionth time.

Maybe I should just get up; it is summer vacation after all, so it's not like I have anything big or important planned out for tomorrow. I turned over to face Fred's bed to see if my constant turning and groaning had actually managed to wake him up.

"Fred!" I whispered loudly across the room, "You awake?"

I didn't get a reply but he wasn't snoring either so that meant he was defiantly awake, cause it's impossible for him to sleep without sounding like a heard of angry trolls being attacked by a dragon.

"Come on Fred, I know you're awake!" I said louder, "I can't sleep, let's go down and raid the kitchen or something."

Yet again there was no reply.

I let out an angry groan and shoved the covers off of me, quickly sprinting to Fred's bed then leaping on top of it. To my surprise there was no one in it.

I stared down stupidly at his empty bed, wondering where he could be. I know he came in; I heard him stumbling around, but I don't remember hearing him leave. Maybe I did manage to fall asleep for a little while without realizing it.

"Well there's no point just sitting around up here talking to myself anymore, might as well go find the bloke." I said to myself.

I stumbled across the room to the door and opened it as quietly as possible so that the squeaks wouldn't wake anyone up. As I was tip-toeing down the stairs I could hear some one in the living room talking. I could immediately tell that it was Fred, but it didn't sound like he was talking to anyone, he just kept saying the same things over and over again.

After making down the stairs I looked around the wall into the living room to see what he was doing, I had to hold back a laugh at what I saw.

He was standing in front of the small mirror in the mantle repeating "I love you" over and over again, each time with a different face or emotion.

I couldn't take it anymore, I had to say something or do something or I would burst out laughing.

"You know if you keep clinging to the mirror like that he's gonna get creeped out and leave you," I said with a huge smirk.

He gasped and flew away from the mirror as fast as he could.

"How long have you been standing there?" He questioned me while his fast turned the same color as his hair.

"I'd say from the happy I love you to the desperate I love you." I raised my eyebrows at him.

He blushed even darker, "Shut it." He hissed at me.

"No need to be unfriendly, you know brother's only here to help," I said through my constant smirk.

"George, please, I'm not in the mood for this, just go back up stairs," He gave me a desperate look.

I could tell that he was really upset about something, but it wasn't just me catching him doing something stupid (that happens daily). Something else must be going on that he's not telling me about.

"You know I'm just having a bit of fun with you, right Freddie?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder.

He pushed my hand off of him and looked down, "Yeah, I know, just leave me alone, George, please," He begged me.

I felt a pang of hurt in my chest; he always told me everything and let me help him, why would he stop now? Did I do something to lose his trust? Or is he just really not in the mood to talk right now? I'm probably just thinking too far into it, he'll tell me when he's ready to.

I gave him a small smile, "Alright, but if you don't come up soon then I'm gonna tell your boyfriend in the mirror that you sneak into dad's shed every day to watch Muggle Soap Operas."

"Is it so bad to want to watch attractive and desperate women make out with each other?" He said with a proud grin.

"Haha, sure." I patted his back and started to walk up the stairs, "Be up soon," I said over my shoulder.

"I will be," He said back.

I walked slowly back to our room then fell on my bed. For some reason, I was now feeling exhausted; maybe I just needed to be with Fred a little bit to be able to sleep. I was laying there for only a few minutes before I passed out.

I woke up with the feeling of a hand on my cheek; I could tell that it was Fred's without looking. I snuggled closer to the hand without opening my eyes.

"Are you awake, Georgie?" He whispered into my ear.

I didn't say anything or make any movements, something inside me told me to just stay still. I opened my mouth slightly and started to breath heavier so that he would think that I was asleep.

He started to stroke my cheek softly, "You know, you're really cute when you're asleep, Georgie." He whispered to me, now much closer to my ear. I was glad there were no lights on so that he couldn't see the blood flowing to my cheeks, turning them red.

"I've been feeling really weird lately; it's like I can't get enough of you, but at the same time that makes me want to get farther away from you, but at the same time I can't do that cause it hurts too much. Does that even make sense?"

I didn't answer again, knowing that he was mostly talking to himself and that I wasn't supposed to even be hearing this.

"Sometimes I think awful things, like how much easier it would be if you weren't my brother."

Okay, that hurt pretty bad, why would he ever think that?

"But at the same time I know that that wouldn't help either, cause I know you're not gay."

My breath hitched, and I felt him freeze. I quickly gave a fake snore and turned more to my side to add to the act of being asleep.

"I feel like a coward for not being strong enough to talk to you about this while you're actually awake, but I can't, cause I'll lose you forever if I do." He took a deep sigh, "But it is nice to actually talk to you, even if you aren't technically listening."

I felt him lean down and give me a quick kiss on the cheek, making me blush more, not in a bad way, but in a way that made me want to reach out and hold him and tell him that everything is alright, that I would never leave him, no matter what.

He gave another deep sigh, "Merlin, you just don't realize how beautiful you are, do you?"

He leaned against my bed post and started to stroke my arm lovingly.

"It would be wonderful if you loved me back, but at the same time it'd probably be a bad thing too, Mum would be ashamed of us, dad would never be able to show his face at the ministry again without horrible things being said to him, not to mention all of our friends would hate us along with all of our siblings, so maybe it's a good thing that I'm too weak to tell you these things without you being asleep. Besides, I could always just talk to the you in the mirror, Haha, but then everyone might think I'm all narcissistic." He sounded like he was smiling.

"Is it narcissistic that I fell in love with some one that looks exactly like me? I don't think it is, but then again I can see how you are different than me, you have so much more beauty, in both personality and body, and honestly, I don't see why you've stayed single all these year. You've had so many chances to be with beautiful witches, but you never go for them. Do you just not like the idea of dating, or are you just trying to make it so that we don't have to split apart? If you aren't dating just for me then I'm really happy, but at the same time I'm really sad. I just want you to be happy, even if that means I never get you while you're awake."

He reached down and intertwined his fingers with mine. I wanted to hold him so bad, but I knew I couldn't without him knowing I was awake, so I did the next best thing; I pretended to be turning over again, bringing his hand with me so that his arm was wrapped around me and his hand was cradled in my chest. He tried to move away at first, but gave up soon and just cuddled into my back.

"I really wish this was real," He said, I could tell that he was smiling, but it was a sad smile.

That was it; I couldn't take it anymore, "It is real," I said out loud.

I could feel his whole body freeze for a minute, and then he started to shake, "What?" He whispered.

I turned around slowly and looked into his terrified eyes, "I said: it is real."

He quickly jerks away from me and started towards the door, but I caught his wrist and pulled him back over to me.

"How long?" He asked, looking at the ground so that I couldn't see his eyes. I stared at him for a few minutes, trying to decide if I should tell him the truth or not, "How long were you awake, George!" He asked, getting angry.

"You woke me up when you sat down on my bed."

He let out a sort of strangled sob, "Why didn't you say something? Why did you just sit there any let me make a fool of myself? Do you like seeing me like this? Are you gonna make fun of me constantly about this now, and make sure I never forget it?" He said loudly.

I tried to pull him closer but he only jerked away.

I sighed, "I didn't say anything because I knew you wouldn't tell me the truth if I did."

I could see him fighting back sobs as tears ran down his face. I tried to pull him close again, this time he slowly walked forward as I pulled him. I put my hand on his cheek and guided his face up to look at me. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes as far away from mine as possible no matter how hard I tried to get him to look.

"Fred, please, look at me," I begged him, swiping some of his tears away with my thumb.

He slowly looked up at me; his eyes were filled with fear and sadness, "It's literally impossible for me to hate you or leave you forever or any of that stuff you were afraid of, the only thing I can do is love you," I stared deep into his eyes as I leaned my forehead against his.

"Are you serious?" He asked staring back at me with just as much intensity.

"As a heart attack."

And with that he threw his arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. I kissed him back with all of the love I had for him in my body, which made it pretty intense. I could feel his tongue licking my mouth trying to gain entrance, so I happily opened it for him.

We explored each other's mouths for what seemed like ages, until he left my lips and began to kiss his way up my cheek to my ear where he whispered "I love you" in a soft and sweet voice.

I leaned my head against his next and whispered "I love you too."

He started to push me backwards until I felt the back of my knees hit my bed making me fall backwards. He quickly climbed on top of me and began to ravage my neck while I gripped his hair and moaned. He moved one of his hands to the bottom of my shirt and began to lift it up while his other hand rubbed my chest. He all but ripped my shirt off of me and threw it across the room in a random direction.

"Some one's eager," I gasped out as he licked my chest.

"Well some one needs to be or else we're never going to get anywhere fun." He continued to lick lower and lower, making me gasp as he dipped his tongue into my navel. After giving me a triumphant smirk he started to lick the skin over the waistband to my pajama bottoms.

I let out a loud groan, "No one likes a tease, Fred." I heard him laugh softly then I felt him start to slowly pull down my bottoms.

"Hum, I never pegged you to be one to go commando," He said with a large grin.

"Only on the weekends, deary," I joked.

"I'll be sure to remember that. Now, to finish what I started!" He leaned down and took almost all of me into his mouth. I gasped a little too loud out of shock and pleasure and reached down to grip onto his hair. I started to buck my hips up to try to get him to go faster and try to take me in deeper, but he just gripped my hips in his hands and held me down.

I let out a long string of gasps, moans, and cuss words as he continued, which only caused him to laugh making vibrations go though me and making me moan and cuss more.

After a few more minutes I started to feel my body tense up more, "Fred, uhh, I'm – I'm so close," I told him threw gritted teeth.

He looked up at me and nodded, then started to bob his head twice as fast as he was, making me throw my head back and grip his hair even tighter. Finally I felt my body explode into his mouth, "FRED!"

When he finished cleaning me off with his tongue he crawled up next to me, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"How was that?" He whispered.

"Amazing," I said, still a little out of breath.

He smiled and kissed my cheek, "I'm glad." He cuddled up to me and let out a big sign of content. "Let's get some sleep," He whispered sounding like he was already half asleep.

"Don't you want me to finish you off too?"

He gave a huge yawn, "Nah, you'll just owe me double tomorrow." He gave me a lazy wink.

I chuckled softly, "Sure thing." I gave him a quick kiss, "I love you, Fred."

He smiled, "I love you too George."

I hope you enjoyed it! I'm thinking of making it multipul chapters, but I'm still not sure, tell me what you think!