All Of The Ways We Differ

Part 11

You marched your way angerly from the Burrow, back towards your home. You wanted to be anywhere but there, but where else would you go? Hermione was still at the Weasleys, you couldn't talk to Ginny, and the twins were the reason you were in this mess. Tears blurred your vision as you decided to take the long way home to clear your mind. Why couldn't you just have gone to bed when Fred asked you? Why didn't you pull away when George kissed you? More importantly, why did you lean in and kiss him when he paused?

Emotions were flying in every direction, making you dizzy. You felt so torn between Fred and George, you didn't want to hurt either of them, how could they have hidden this from you? Ginny knew the entire time and didn't tell you; she was the one to tell you of Freds feelings, but concealed Georges. What sense does that make? You could hear parties being enjoyed in multiple directions around you, laughter filled the air, making you nauseous. You should be at the Burrow enjoying your own party, maybe if you had declined the offer none of this would have happened.

As you approached your house, you could see two figures sitting on the front steps. No way did they decide to show up here after everything that had happened. You were tempted to turn around and leave them to panic as to where you were for the rest of the night. It was too late though, the twins had spotted you down the stone pathway, both standing from the step. You took a deep breath, deciding to ignore them, you attempted to push your way past them into the house.

"We know you're angry but please wait." They said together, met with silence from you.

Sliding your key in the door, they followed close behind you, "you have every right to be angry with us, hate us even." George stated.

You scoffed rolling your eyes, damn right you were angry.

"Please don't do this to us." Fred pleaded with you.

You stood straighter, still facing the door you finally spoke. "Do this to you? Have you gone mad?" Your hands began to shake with anger, turning towards them, "How am I doing anything to either of you? I didn't ask for this-"

"You think we did?" George interrupted, desperation in his eyes. "I didn't want to get in the way of you and Fred."

"You don't get it do you? Either of you? This isn't about who loves who, or who got in the way of what. But let me be very crystal clear about this, you both got in the way of this when you decided to keep secrets from me. You knowingly decided FOR me without even thinking to ask me how I felt."

"I didn't know the entire time; you have to believe that." Fred answered.

"You know George better than that Freddie, don't play coy with me. When did you suspect it first huh? When we were still all at school together? Before our first date? Did you have a gut feeling when you stood on these very steps and told me how you needed this to be different? Or how about when you fucked me in your secret twin hide out in the woods?" You stepped forward to him, your chest nearly bumping his. "When exactly did you figure it out?"

"Not until the night of your attack, I promise you." He reached out trying to brush his fingers against your cheek desperate to touch you. Quickly you pulled back, ridding any comfort for either of you. Clearing his throat he continued. "After he tried to hit Dad, I had a feeling, then I heard him trying to quiet his sobs when I was falling asleep. When I woke to him talking to you, and the way he stormed out of the room when you recalled what had happened, I couldn't deny it. I swear I confronted him the same night."

"He did, he told me I had to tell you." George added.

"Stop trying to fix this for him George, you both kept this from me for half of a year" You responded coldly, shaking your head. "When did Ginny know?"