Silver thoughts

The whole house was bathed in a glimmering light of thousands of candles floating in mid air. George padded through the living room, straight to their bedroom. Fred was probably lying naked in one of their beds, waiting for him. He stepped into their bedroom: the ceiling was practically glittering with stars, and the many magically enchanted candles that filled the room added to the magic of the moment. Their two beds were gone, replaced, instead, by one really big lair in the center of the room. George inhaled the sweet scent, which may have been the effect of rose petals scattered around. But his brother was nowhere to be seen. George laughed warmly... It was charming and he could feel his heart warming with love, but it was so out of Fred’s character to prepare this romantic, sappy evening.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me, Freddie...’ He said calmly.

‘Who? Me?’ Strong, calloused hands, which had known since he was born, reached from behind him and embraced him. Owner of said voice was failing miserably in feigning innocence.

‘Do I look like a girl to you?’ asked George, relishing the feeling of the warm body pressed against him. ‘I can't believe that you thought I’d like all the rose petals.’ Hands slid lower and George gasped when they groped his now almost completely stiff cock.

‘Mmm... Not a girl, but I’d love you even if you were one...’ Fred pressed his lips to the white skin on George’s neck, making him sigh happily.

‘Yeah, but you wouldn’t want to sleep with me.’ George giggled.

‘So let’s be happy that you are a guy.’

‘Get rid of this room-glamour first baby...’ George cooed.

‘Anything for you, love.’ With a flick of Fred’s wand, the rose petals, along with sparse clothing the boys wore, were gone. George noticed that the candles stayed though.


They moved the to bed, hand in hand, their hearts beating in a fast rhythm. The last thing George recalled clearly was a slow, tentative kiss they shared, tongues dancing to inaudible music, lips meeting as if for the first time. George felt so sure then about what was happening between them.

From that moment on, it was all feelings and emotions. They were kissing, touching, and licking. They loved, they desired, and they needed. It could have been minutes or hours, but their bodies were lighting up with their reciprocated ministrations, each nerve connected straight to the core of their souls, or the single soul they shared. The world seemed perfect to George, this something that flowed between their wandering hands and connecting lips was ideal. The affection they shared was so beautiful and true, that George wanted to cry tears of joy. When making love to each other, they were closing the circle: George felt as close to his twin as humanly possible without blending into one being. It was a mystical ceremony of uniting their magic, souls and minds into one.


When Fred entered him, George looked into twin eyes and suddenly felt his deepest desires, feelings and emotions. Connecting their bodies connected their souls, allowing them to feel what other felt, a complete empathy of two beings. There was love and care and fear of hurting the other. Fred restrained himself from moving, George felt it and wanted him to move, and Fred could experience his need and moved. His body was blazing with passion and George’s blood turned into fire and they were feeling together. And none of them knew where one began and other ended, and suddenly all the emotions erupted and they were coming and coming and coming, waves of their orgasms rebounding between them for an eternity. They were screaming, and whispering each other’s names.


Waves of pleasure still rippled through their souls as they were lying together, holding themselves as close as possible, their magic still connected. To Fred's amazement, George's heart was flooded with the feeling as well, multiplied by his own. It was the strangest thing they’ve experienced, the strangest and the most perfect because now everything was as it should have been, everything was perfect and beautiful and right. They were so close only at the beginning and now once again they were one.

‘I love you,’ whispered Fred smiling lightly, his voice strangely coarse.

‘I…’ George paused for a second and stroked his twin’s smooth skin, ‘I can feel it.’ He gasped and looked into Fred’s eyes. Their bodies had to cope with two sets of feelings and emotions, everything was multiplied by two.

‘It’s strange to feel you so completely,’ Fred’s voice seemed strained as if something was choking him, still shivering ‘You,’ He gulped and licked his lips ‘You are so incredible, I never knew one could feel so many things in single moment.’ They stared into each other eyes.

‘Your feelings, on the other hand’ George thought for a while nuzzling his nose into Fred’s body ‘They are so strong. I never knew one can feel with such strength.’

‘Well’ they both grinned when the overpowering joy engulfed them.

‘It seems we are different after all. And in the same time,’ they were both laughing, unfazed by the fact that it was impossible to laugh and talk at the same time.

‘It seems we are the same.’

The clock was ticking in the room in which, although two people were communicating, not a word was shared. Not even a single sound was uttered other than the calm ticking and steady breathing.

‘Perfect’ was the last thing George whispered into the silent room and to Fred, before their, now shared, magic lulled them to sleep.

George wasn’t sure what woke him up the next morning. The sleepy, but heavy pleasure radiating from Fred, or the scorching headache settling over his brain with every passing second, that overshadowed everything. He heard a groan coming from the other side of the bed and limbs that were wrapped around him twitched.

‘Hell, it hurts,’ mumbled a sleepy voice beside his ear, ‘If I hadn’t known better I’d say we had hell of a party yesterday.’

‘I know what you mean,’ groaned George in reply, scowling and hissing when he tried to sit up. His ass burned.

‘Whoa!’ Fred exclaimed suddenly, worsening the brain-clouding pain in George’s head. ‘What was that just now?’ George looked at him and saw the blue eyes open wide with bewilderment. ‘Stop worsening my headache.’ the eyes closed and Fred winced.

‘Prat, my ass hurts...’

‘So feel hurt only, please...’

‘Excuse me?!’ George looked incredously at his twin

‘Suddenly, I felt ache, love, fondness, fear, irritation and things I can’t even name, coming from you.'

‘Emotional illiterate.’ George snapped trying to reach vertical position.

‘Queer’ Fred responded in a warm tone.

‘Says who.’ George smiled lightly through the pain and suddenly a wave of strong love hit him with such impact that his vision swam ‘Hell, it’s pain in the...’

‘...Head.’ Fred finished helpfully. They laughed and instantly groaned with pain shooting through their brains. Thank Merlin it was Saturday and their shop was supposed to be closed.

They dragged themselves from bed groaning, hissing and mumbling at the discomfort of having their heads open and hurting and, in George’s case, ass thoroughly fucked.


It was a strange feeling, this constant buzzing just on the edge of consciousness, buzzing that lit up and hit you between the eyes every time something happened. And something seemed to happen every other second. From things like Fred eating his favourite sandwich with tuna, which he was bestowing with such worship that George almost fell from his chair when the feeling hit him, to George dropping his fork which Fred commented with “How the fuck does a fork make you feel nostalgic?!”


Within hours the headaches were retracting slowly, leaving a dull, unpleasant feeling ghosting over their brain. What was much worse was the knowledge that another person was constantly inside your head feeling everything you felt. This made them both on edge. And they were supposed to be used to being so close...


Just before Fred snapped, George felt a blinding wave of confusion coming from him.

‘Fuck! I want you out of my head!’ He clutched his head and George felt the anger mix with confusion seep into his own body, making him angry.

‘Fuck off, it’s not my bloody fault!’ George snarled ‘You almost make me faint every time something happens.’

‘And you are confusing the hell out of me, it’s impossible for one person to feel so many things in one fucking second!’ They were yelling and shouting at one another, anger rebounding between them, raising in strength ‘I have to get out of here!’

‘So get out!’ George shouted and run to the bathroom, slamming the door.

‘Fine!’ He heard Fred yelling and then disorientation and then there was calmness.
George slumped by the door and suddenly noticed the front of his robes was wet. He was most surprised when he felt hot tears streaming down his face. It was so overwhelming, so strange... So. Fucking. Annoying. All of this had ripped them apart in a way nothing else ever had. This strange connection should have made them closer but... They were supposed to know themselves inside out, after all they were twins for Merlin’s sake! Just then, George felt a wave of confusion and loneliness with such strength it could only come from Fred, and the anger was gone.

‘Fred!’

George roused from the floor and, with what could only be described as impossible speed, flooed to the Burrow. It was all blur until he stepped into their old room and when the old door clicked shut, they embraced.

‘I’m sorry,’ they spoke simultaneously. Their lips met and suddenly they were kissing the words off their mouths, apologising for all the hurt they provoked. They were clutching at each other with a will to never let go.

‘I will never leave you again,’ Fred gasped when they parted for air.

‘Me too, love.’ George felt his headache dissipating completely, leaving his thoughts clear, his mind resonating with his own love to waves of love coming from Fred.

They groaned and George pushed his twin to the floor with sudden desire flaring his veins. Sudden unpleasant thought made him stop dead in his tracks ‘Shit! Home!’

‘Door!’ They both jumped from the floor and stared at the doors expectantly, as if it could tell them if someone saw them. The hard wood stayed silent.

The next few days were filled with their usual work, an occasional trip to the pub to get away from the reality and lots of mind-blowing sex because, once they started, it seemed they couldn’t stop and it was constantly in their thoughts. Rarely would they get an unpleasant pounding headache when they were falling out of synch with their emotions, meaning they would snap and snarl at one another for the whole day, ending up in bed having wild, passionate sex, curing their headaches almost instantly.


The days were almost bliss without problems, other than some complaints from parents, lesser “experiments-gone-awry” that usually turned out useful anyway. One could think that there was no Voldemort somewhere out there, no impending war and with the ministry denying everything, most wizards didn’t know the truth anyway. But as the wheels of fate tend to turn upside down, eventually everything started to go terribly wrong.


It started one evening when the boys were lying entwined in each other, breathing heavily, basking in the afterglow.

They heard alarm: someone was coming through the floo, and before any of them could react, the hearth roared with fire and voice of their father sounded in the deadly silence.

‘Boys?’

Thanking Merlin and other ancients for the silencing spells, and cursing, George jumped out of bed and hurriedly dressed. Fred followed suit, but in a much slower pace, which earned him a glare and irritation added to the cocktail of emotions coming from his twin.


‘Oh, hello, Dad.’ George smiled, trying to look completely undisturbed.

‘Hi...’ Arthur started unsure.

‘George.’ George finished ‘What brings you here? Tea?’ George waved his wand, a teapot and three cups instantly appearing at the coffee table.

‘My my, Margie did really great work in here.’ Arthur seemed to not notice the tea. ‘Are those muggle?’ he pointed at the fairy figurines standing on the shelves.

‘Naaah, they are magical’ George sat down on the sofa ‘We had to still them because they were giggling too much, and it was getting annoying.

‘Right, right,’ Arthur nodded ‘Fred not home?’ He asked as if suddenly noticing, that there was only half of inseparable set present.

‘Here, dad.’ Fred entered the room yawning and scratched his messy head. ‘So what’s up?’

Their dad sat in the armchair.

‘Comfy,’ He noticed ‘Well it’s about your mother,’

‘What about her?’ They asked in tandem, concern clearly visible in their eyes.

‘She isn’t herself; did you do something to her?’ Both brothers shook their heads, so their father continued ‘She, almost all the time, is washing dishes, and you know she is doing it without magic only when she is bothered with something. It was the same for the first few weeks after Percy... Well, I tried to ask her what’s wrong a few times now, but every time I ask, she bursts into tears and babbles something about raising you wrong and being a bad mother. I was hoping you could enlighten me.’ Arthur Weasley looked sternly at his sons but received only sad looks and no explanation.

‘Sorry, dad, but we have no idea what is this all about,’ Fred was really concerned and completely clueless.

‘But we can talk to her’ George offered.

‘That would be great, and the sooner the better. She is unbearable to be around lately and I’m really afraid that with the things to come...’ He suddenly got silent and stood up ‘Yes, she did a great work here.’ He nodded to himself and looked at his sons ‘So will you talk to her?’

‘Yes dad, as soon as we’ll find some time.’

‘Great, bye!’ And he was gone with a roar of green flames.

The next day the Joke-shop was closed a few hours earlier than usual and the early afternoon found the twins flooing into the Burrow.

‘Hi mum,’ Fred greeted his mother merrily. She was currently backed to them, doing the dishes. She visibly stilled. George elbowed his brother.

‘What’s wrong?’ The other brother asked. ‘Dad told us...’

‘I saw you kissing...’ They heard her whisper and with these few words their hearts seemed to stop. George felt anger and panic coming from Fred and it hit him with such force he swayed.

Fred helped him remain steady almost reflexively. The kitchen in the Burrow became terrifyingly and unnaturally still and silent. George searched his memory in terror.

She turned to them, her eyes red rimmed and glistening with tears.

‘Have you ever considered what a mother can feel when she sees something like that?!?’ Her voice was silent, almost a whisper, but ringing in Georges ears like a yell. Fred suddenly felt hurt.

‘You probably hate us.’ mumbled Fred under his breath. George gasped. Molly looked terrified, and all of sudden the tears, threatening to spill earlier, were now falling from her eyes in streams.

‘I would never...’ Her voice was louder ‘... Fred, my god...’ She breathed out trying to remain calm. ‘I’d never, ever hate any of you or your siblings for any reason.’ She made a step closer ‘I’m your mother. I love you. Period. It just hurts so bloody much seeing your sons like this.’ She sobbed now ‘I fail to understand...’

‘Mum, it’s not your fault... It just IS’ George whispered, his eyes welling with tears.

‘Georgie’ Molly smiled sadly ‘Don’t’ She shook her head looking at her son ‘I don’t want to understand, I probably never will and unless you are Soul-Mates I will probably never accept it. But even if, in some bizarre way, you are Soul-Mates... Accepting it won’t be an easy thing to do.’ She neared the twins and was looking between them. She smiled brightly, tears still flowing down her cheeks. ‘I love you. You know... The heart of a mother is a bottomless well of unconditional, devoted, eternal and forgiving love. It’s a necessity.’ Shy paused and dried her eyes with a handkerchief. ‘Come here.’ She opened her arms and embraced them.

‘We love you too, mum’ Fred mumbled and sniffed, the only indication of love and being touched by his mother words.’ George smiled. It was good being hugged by their mother, her love almost palpable, but his smile was washed away by the next request of hers, when she released them from her embrace.

‘Could you please hold out your hands for me?’ Her tone ruled out any objections. She stepped away and before any of the twins could react, she cast a fast spell.

*Aurum Revelio*

Molly Weasley looked shocked.

‘Your auras... They are interlacing... you ARE Soul-Mates!’ She exclaimed ‘Good Merlin, Sweet Morgana and all the elders...’ She leaned on the sink ‘Now release your hands.’ George felt Fred being as clueless as him. But they released their hands. ‘The soul string, sweet Circe.’

‘The what? Mum?’ They both asked.

‘Ok, so now at least I’m sure it’s not MY fault.’ She laughed. George looked at her, concerned, and then at Fred for reassurance that their mother wasn’t going nutters. ‘Sorry.’ She once again was seriously looking at them. ‘Have you no idea about Soul-Mating?’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Of course... It’s not such a popular topic now, in our times everyone was looking for Soul-Mates, but it seems, that the times change.’ She looked George in the eyes ‘You being Soul-Mates means your souls are the two parts of one soul, you complete one another. The soul string is even rarer, it theoretically should allow you to feel what other feels and with you two being twins... Merlin only knows what it means for you.’ She breathed in and out and smiled warmly ‘I have to thank your father for coming to you.’ She breathed in and out ‘And please forgive me for not talking to you about it.’

‘You are forgiven’ Fred said with feigned hurt and waved their mother off.

‘Frederic Patrick Weasley...’ Molly scolded him, and the twins laughed. All seemed to end well, but George though that for their mother it was kind of new reason to worry.

They spent the rest of the day de-gnomming, hanging laundry, and generally being busy.
When they were leaving Burrow, their mother mentioned some book she wanted to show them.

George wanted to talk to Fred about what they’d learned: about Soul-Mates and the Souls-Strings, but the day turned out so tiring they fell asleep as soon as their ginger heads touched their pillows, leaving the talk for the next opportunity.

TBC