Fred x George: Forbidden Brotherly Love

George's POV

Nobody knows it, but I've been secretly in love with my twin brother for years. His beauty, his jokes, personality, everything. I think the first time I realized that I love him as a romantic partner was when I started getting jealous when he started hanging around girls in our third year. I mean, it is completely normal for a brother to be jealous when another brother is hanging around other people, especially if they are best friends, but this was different. After he started hanging around pretty girls, there was something different I saw about him. Whenever I looked at him, I saw the brother I've always loved, but something was different. I had this feeling, a feeling I had never felt before. I brushed it off at first, but after it being three years since I had this feeling, I finally realized what it was. Romantic love.

I walk through the halls, passing by a few of my other friends, and my brother, Ron.

"Hey, Ronald," I joked with him, messing up his hair with my hand.

"Shove off, I have to get to class," Ron responds, refusing to make eye contact with me and continuing to walk down the hallway.

"Yeah, whatever. Have you seen Fred around?" I ask, keeping up with him.

"He was in the Great Hall with Angelina last time I saw him," Ron states, still walking towards the Transfiguration classroom.

"Angelina Johnson?"

"Yep."

My heart sinks to my stomach.

For all this time, I hoped that my brother would be attracted to guys, so that maybe there would be a chance that he would notice me and pursue me. He never told me he was attracted to or liked guys and was always in relationships with girls, so I never really talked to him about it. He probably is straight as a ruler, but I just can't give up the hope that my brother does like boys. I've been on the sidelines for so long, it's painful to look at him look at other girls.

I really should tell him how I feel. We tell each other everything, but I never brought up the courage to tell him this.

I should tell him.

I really should.

"Um, Ron?" I murmur.

"Yes?" Ron turns his head.

"I really like this person and I'm not sure if they like me back and I don't want to risk throwing away our friendship if they end up not liking me. I really need advice on this. What do you think I should do?" I ask him, my voice breaking.

"I don't know... Just tell them how you feel," he says, turning back ahead towards the Transfiguration classroom and walking through the door.

"Tell him how I feel," I tell myself, then burst out sprinting towards the Great Hall.