Do You Love Me?

This story is about George wanting his twin, Fred. Not your cup of tea, don't read, no one's forcing you. Now, to the people who do want to read, I hope you enjoy and feel free to commit!!

Have you ever longed for someone you can't have have, only making you want them more. As George and I grew up, it was impossible for me not to fall in love with him. The way he talks in his sleep, the way his eyes lit up with excitement when he talked about anything he loved, his ability to have empathy, for others and so much more. But I knew it was wrong, they were twin brothers for bloody sakes! But that still didn't stop him from thinking of him at night, all alone in his room to fell ashamed in the dark, but he couldn't -didn't want- to stop. I was awkward in the beginning. Mum and Dad weren't making a lot of money so we had to share a bed; a twin bed. I could just go to the loo and take care of it there, but in a house full of nine Weasley's, someone's bound to catch him. It was awkward to say in the least. I mean, but after a while, you start getting used to it. It had been like that for quite a while until a few days later...