Only You

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Disclaimer: None of the characters nor the settings belong to me but are all the property of J. K. Rowling. I make no money from them.

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Author's Notes:

Thanks for the reviews! Thanks enormously to the person who mentioned I mixed up Bill and Charlie's ages. Somehow, in mind, he had become the older Weasley. But I've fixed the mistake, thanks to your help!


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Completely astonished, Fred tried to argue with his twin but nothing he said did any good. George was flat out not going to say a word, period, end of sentence. He justified his decision with the imminent summer holiday, saying he absolutely wasn’t going to mess things up and then have two months to stew about it with no way to fix it. Fred tried to point out that it was not a foregone conclusion that George would ruin things by saying anything to Melody, but he did accept that the timing was not the best. So he shrugged and consoled his twin with the thought that she would be helpless to stand the Weasley charm after they’d had two months to plan their attack. George nodded although with slightly less confidence.

With only a few days left before everyone left for the summer, Fred made sure George spent as much time as possible with Melody. He dragged them out for a Quidditch game and then made an excuse to go back to the castle. He left them sitting on the grass at the bottom of the pitch and thought they’d eventually give up on him returning and go find something to do. It wasn’t until it was nearly time for dinner when he realized George wasn’t back that he flew back out to the pitch to find them in almost the exact same spot, still talking. He couldn’t imagine what they could possibly talk about so long if George was afraid to discuss the really important thing on his mind, but he simply called them to dinner and put a quick hex on George’s broom. He was almost out of range before he heard them yelling for him to come back, but he pretended not to hear. He laughed himself into the broom shed and was still grinning when he reached the castle.

The only thing George said to him about the incident was to next time make sure they were farther away or, better yet, completely lost. He didn’t say a word about the length of time it took him to ‘adjust’ to controlling a broom with two people riding it or about sending it into several jolting turns to force Melody to lean into him more. And he certainly said nothing at all about the feelings that washed over him when he felt her body pressed up against his. Or about how pleasurable he found it when her backside rubbed against the front of his pants. But that night just before both he and Fred finally fell asleep, he said a heartfelt, “Thank you!”

They spent the last several nights with Melody in the Gryffindor common room, finding excuse after excuse to keep them up until they finally fell into bed exhausted for a few hours sleep. The last night before leaving saw the last Truth or Dare game of the year. Fred’s prankster streak was in overdrive and his mark for the evening was unusual….George. Early in the day, Fred had let his twin know in no uncertain terms that he thought George was a stupid git of the highest order pointing out his recent decisions of not wanting Melody to know he fancied her, not letting Fred feel her out to see if she might be receptive to knowing George fancied her (he’d not even gotten his mouth open to suggest it when George, knowing his twin so well, had tackled him and refused to let him up until he swore he wouldn’t say anything to her…since everyone was so used to dangerous things occurring near the Weasley twins, they didn’t comment on the swellings or bruises), and, worst of all, for not telling his twin every little detail about that broom ride the other night (about which Fred was exceedingly curious as George rarely kept anything from him.) Fred had warned that stupid gits frequently got their comeuppance.

Fred made his plans and did the background work necessary and, when the game was in full swing, was rewarded by seeing George’s face first drain completely of all color only to next flush several shades of pink when Fred dared Melody to spend five minutes sitting in his twin’s lap whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

George’s mouth went dry and he lost the capability of thought when he saw Melody crawl across the floor, her lips smiling and her eyes twinkling. She settled herself in his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzled his hair out of her way, and he felt her warm breath tickling his ear. Just as he was about to promise everything he owned to his twin, he heard her first words.

“Chocolate frogs. Fizzing Whizzbees. Squeaking sugar mice. Pumpkin pasties. Fudge….” On and on she went, listing every sweet ever found at Honeydukes and going on to mention several Muggle candies he’d never heard of. When he finally got his mind around his surprise, he noticed his brother prostrate on the floor, laughing his fool head off. He already knew something was up long before Melody ended her list with, “This Truth or Dare moment is courtesy of your brother, Fred. I hope you don’t mind, but he said you would think it quite funny…”

George gently turned her head and whispered that he’d thought it hilarious and that he would assuredly show his brother just how funny he thought it was. “In the meantime, why don’t we have one over on all of them?” He persuaded her to continue sitting in his lap while they whispered their plans back and forth in each others ears. The others tried to continue the game but, distracted by the sight of Melody giggling in George’s lap, all conversation finally stopped as they each stared open-mouthed at the sight of them. Only when they had everyone’s surprised attention did George give the signal.

Melody threw herself from his lap, screeching in outrage, demanding to know how he could possibly have said such a thing to her, and calling him all sorts of names (some of which George didn’t even know she knew). Fred’s face fell in horror as he watched his carefully laid plans backfire so spectacularly. Melody ran to one of the other girls, crying into her shoulder, and the entire group began scattering in confusion. Fred had just reached out to his brother, trying to mutely apologize for what he’d caused when they all heard George’s tell-tale laugh and both he and Melody yelled, “Gotcha!” The dorm erupted into outrage and Melody and George were chased around the common room, threatened with various horrifying punishments and pummeled with pillows. The game effectively over, most went laughing up to their rooms leaving Melody and George to face Fred, who was laughing still over the joke (and his relief that he hadn’t ruined his twin’s life). He bowed to them both and named them King and Queen of the Pranks.

They all fell onto the couches, Fred announcing their intent to stay up all night and celebrate the end of term. They came close to lasting the whole night, only dozing off an hour or so before dawn, having spent the rest of their time talking about the summer and what they expected to do. Fred tried to get Melody to agree to write them over the holiday.

“Oh, that’s right, Fred Weasley. You’d chain me to a desk writing endless letters for your entertainment when you have absolutely no intention of ever writing back!” she’d teased.

“I’ll have you know I’ve never written a letter in my life!” Fred agreed. “I wouldn’t know how to start. But you, you’d enjoy writing them anyway, so what’s the problem?”

“What’s the point of spending all that time on letters when I won’t get any back?” she demanded.

“I’ll write you,” George answered softly, blushing.

Which was exactly what Fred had been planning to set up in the first place.


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After a hurried breakfast the next morning, all the students finished last minute packing and got themselves and their possessions out to the train station. Fred led the other two into the first empty car and closed the door, glaring at anyone else who tried to come in. Oliver Wood shook his head as he went by, commenting to his friends that Melody would be dating one or both of the Weasleys by the end of the next term and that he just hoped she survived it.

Melody sat next to George while Fred sprawled on the seat across from them. When Melody couldn’t get a complete sentence out without yawning, George noticed with some feeling of concern how tired she looked. He apologized for them keeping her up so many nights.

She laughed. “It’s actually for the best, I think. I go straight to Heathrow from the station and it’s an unbearably long flight to the States. And I’m….” she giggled, “not the best at riding a plane. I mean, you’ve got no control over anything! At least on a broom, if I crash, I know it’s my own fault!” She shrugged and yawned. “This way, I’ll sleep most of the flight. Whoever sits beside me will appreciate that, I know…”

George felt a flash of jealousy at the thought of someone else being beside her all the way home which he covered by pulling her against his chest and settling in the corner between the seat and the window. He casually draped his near arm over her, saying, “Here. Lean your head against me.”

Melody said, “You don’t have to do that!” Fred was sleepily interested in the blush of pink he saw in her face and raised his eyebrow at his brother.

“It’s the least I can do after giving you no sleep in the last week,” he said gallantly, assuming Fred was referring to his rather obvious attempt to get his arms around Melody.

Too tired to protest more, Melody lazily watched the students pass to and fro outside their compartment. Fred looked at how cozy she looked, nestled against his twin, and for a moment felt rather left out.

“Hey, Gred,” his brother said softly. “The more the merrier. Come join us…”

Fred looked at them in surprise.

“Sure,” Melody agreed. “You can lean on me. I’ve got to be softer than that backpack you’re leaning on…”

George agreed to himself that she was definitely a lot softer and that his twin better be careful just what he decided to lean on.

Fred looked at them a moment and then moved to the other seat, feeling oddly hesitant. He almost tried several things and finally dragged Melody’s legs over his lap, leaning lightly against her with his head on her arm. Propping his feet on the door, he was surprised to find himself dozing off, hearing from the regular breaths that Melody was already long gone. The only one who got no rest was George. The window was hard and cold, the armrest was digging into his back….and he wouldn’t have given up his place for anything in the world.


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Back in London, George was dragged off by his family, most of whom were anxious to get home. Life quickly settled into the usual humdrum of summer life. George was uncharacteristically quiet, but most of the family was too caught up in their own concerns to notice. Percy had his letters to Penelope, Ron had his freedom, and Ginny was still feeling guilty about what had happened with the Chamber of Secrets. Molly and Arthur spent a lot of time helping her to get over that and were just grateful that the twins hadn’t blown anything up that summer.

Fred did his best to keep his brother’s spirits up, not nothing worked quite so well as getting an owl from Melody. She wrote to them both, telling them all about the sights and sounds of summer in the States. She was a good writer, and her vivid words made them feel as if they were there. Fred learned to let George get the post first, or he’d be beat to a pulp in the ensuing fight. He usually read her letters a day or so later, after digging around his brother’s drawer to find where he’d hidden it. It would have made his task easier if his brother had used his one place to keep his treasured possessions, but George hadn’t yet figured out that her letters should go there and tended to hide them instead. Especially after Fred had found her second one under his pillow and proceeded to tease the stuffing out of his twin. He still wasn’t sure he’d found all the letters she’d sent, actually.

George wrote her back faithfully, although he struggled over his letters unsure of what to say. He knew what he wanted to say but was afraid of how sappy it might sound so his letters tended to be a commentary about life at the Burrow.

Just as George was coming out of his initial funk, the family got the news that they’d won the prize draw and began making plans to visit Bill in Egypt. Everyone was far too excited about the trip to wonder why George was not happy about their destination. Molly finally snapped at him and told him they were about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. She’d been about to go on further when distracted by Fred tossing a gnome through the window and into the kitchen. George disappeared and thereafter kept his frustrations with life in general a little quieter.

Fred rolled his eyes and cheered his brother with the idea of planning how to win his goal. Treat it like a Quidditch game, he advised. She was the snitch and George was the Seeker. They’d maneuver and arrange until she fell into his grasp, he’d said. George spoiled the effect by asking if Fred were the bludger.

Molly was beginning to wonder how the twins ended up with so many injuries when she couldn’t find any damage done to the house.

Arthur was beginning to wonder if they needed to replace Errol. It seemed to take longer and longer for the owl to recover from each trip.


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Throughout the trip, Fred and George were to be found with their heads together, planning. They occasionally tossed off a prank, just to keep the family from wondering. Too excited about the surroundings, no one else really noticed the twins seemed a little distant.

Except for Bill and Charlie.

The oldest Weasley sons knew their little brothers too well to be fooled. Determined to find out what they were up to before they caused an international wizarding incident, they listened and watched. When they figured out the topic of the twins plans, they were astonished. A girl? All that for a girl? Weren’t they a little too young to be that serious about getting some girl’s attention?

One evening when the others had drifted off to bed and the twins were sitting by the fire whispering, Bill nonchalantly said, “If you put all the pieces of that plan into action, you’re likely to scare the poor girl’s family so much they’ll never let you near her, not to mention put her in hospital for a lengthy recovery. Now come over to the table and let’s make some revisions.”

Fred looked up and drawled, “I knew we let them find Percy too quickly…” referring to their ill-fated attempt to leave Percy shut up in a tomb.

Bill laughed and held his arms out to his side. “Surely you have to admit I’ve had more experience with this kind of thing?”

The twins had to give him that. Bill, with his ponytail and earring, exuded confidence through his pores and was the epitome of cool. Fred looked at his twin and shrugged. George felt like his chances for success had suddenly improved.

Over the next few days, Bill and Charlie helped George revise his plans, providing a calming influence to balance Fred’s exuberance. Charlie also neatly eliminated all the ideas that would lead to a too embarrassing result and all that might put one or all of them in mortal peril. Both older brothers also gave them many insights into the female psyche, at least what they knew of it. Surprisingly, the younger Charlie proved to be the most knowledgeable. The hardest part was in convincing the twins that girls did, indeed, think in a completely different way from boys and that way was, in Charlie’s opinion at least, completely irrational but necessary to understand so they could avoid the pitfalls most boys fell into when embarking on a dating relationship.

Biting the bullet and remembering his own father-son talk with Arthur...the complete confusion he’d felt even though he’d already had sex a few times before that talk, not to mention the trip Charlie had had to make to visit Bill after his own talk so that the Bill could re-explain the entire thing in a more understandable way...Bill made sure that the twins knew what they needed to know about the mechanics and responsibilities of sex and then, much to his own embarrassment, he proceeded to share some of the techniques involved in kissing and other things. The twins were uncomfortable but desperately wanted to hear what he had to say. Fred even stopped joking when Bill threatened to stop talking and let Arthur have the task instead. It’s one thing to hear what your older, successful, and idolized brother had to say about sex. To hear it from their father, would be…. The twins shuddered to think. They even got Charlie involved in the conversation. At the end of their talk, Bill warned them to not laugh when Arthur broached the same subject, to just listen and then disregard most of what he said. If they had questions, they could come to either him or Charlie. Bill then laughingly pointed out that he’d now done his duty to his brothers and the rest of them could handle Ron when the time came. The others shuddered and prayed it would be a long time before that was necessary.

George nonchalantly came by later that evening to ask his. Though the questions went farther than Bill had planned to go, he'd answered them honestly and then once he was done with his explanations, Bill had told his little brother he would personally rip off George’s hands and privates if he got even a hint of a whisper that George had been doing anything that they’d talked about any time in the near future. He'd then suggested that they might repeat the conversation in several years.

Under Bill’s influence, the twins started their hair growing to a longer length and made some changes to their wardrobe. Both he and Charlie suggested it might be time for the twins to develop some personalities of their own with clothing. George remarked that Melody never had trouble knowing which twin was which, even when they were trying to fool her, so why bother? Charlie was too amused by what that statement said about his brother’s feelings for the girl to pursue the matter farther.

At the end of the trip, Bill hugged his brothers, wished George luck, told Fred to stay out of the whole thing, and told them that he looked forward to meeting this girl. He had already privately suggested to George that it would be wise to push Fred into some other female’s clutches so he’d have less time to 'help' with George’s love life.


After the family left, Charlie wondered aloud why Bill had insisted that they be so helpful. Bill pointed out the glowing reports both Ginny and Percy had given the girl. Indeed, the only bad thing Percy could say about her was that she spent too much time with his brothers and, while she was involved in too many of their unnecessary escapades, he had noticed that they had gotten a great deal calmer since beginning to hang around with her. Bill also mentioned an unexpected correspondence from Albus Dumbledore, remarking on what a good influence Melody'd been on both twins and his thoughts that it would stand them in good stead in the coming years. Added to all that was Fred’s adoration of the girl and desire to help his twin win her. “Who knows, Charlie. Maybe she’ll get him to write us a letter!” he’d laughed, referring to Fred adding his own short missive to the letter George had borrowed Bill’s owl to send.