~*A Weasley Twin Christmas*~

A Weasley Twin Christmas

Fred and George bundled up in their initial sweaters, thick jackets, and scarves. Fred insisted on wearing gloves to keep his hands from becoming frostbitten.

“Honestly Fred, why didn’t you do a spell like I did?” asked George with an air of assurance.

Fred rolled his eyes, “Because George, I like to experience the Christmas weather to the fullest.” He tugged his glove onto his left hand as he brushed past George.

George chuckled slightly at his twin’s enthusiasm for the holiday season. Although George gave him a hard time, he really did admire that trait about his other half.

Fred stood in front of the fireplace; ready to floo to the location Ginny had told them. Ginny had decided that this Christmas holiday, they would do something different and nice for the wizarding community. She had learned from Hermione that muggles often went around in groups singing carols for passersby to hear. Instantly she had fallen in love with the idea and had forced everyone to agree to go caroling. Fred and George, who were staying at the Burrow for several days had appeased to her request of joining her, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had decided to visit Charlie, which made it all the more important for Ginny that the rest of them be together.

Fred turned to his brother, “Ready to go?” Fred was wrapped snuggly in his winter apparel, making George frown slightly. George on the other hand had opted to wear a black knee-length wool trench coat. He wrapped his navy blue scarf around his neck and stepped towards Fred.

Poking him playfully in all of the padding of his jacket he said, “You’re completely lost in there…” He pouted playfully, “I can’t see a thing…”

Fred chuckled, “George come on, Ginny’s going to be expecting us soon.”

George crossed his arms over his chest, “Well what if I decide that I don’t want to go?”

Fred rolled his eyes, “Ginny is really excited about this…”

George’s face broke into a wide grin as he realized his opportunity, “And I’m really excited about you…”

Fred laughed, “Okay, how about we make a deal? You behave yourself…and I’ll make sure you don’t regret it later tonight…”

George rubbed his hands together mischievously, “That sounds like a plan.”

Fred laughed lightly as he ran his gloved hand across his twin’s cheek. Leaning in quickly, he placed a soft kiss on his lips. It was strange how those lips looked exactly like his own, but felt so different. George gave a small groan and moved to deepen the kiss but Fred pulled away smirking. “Nope, we have a deal…”

George sighed and said resignedly, “Fine…”

Fred held his gloved hand out and George closed his fingers over the padded hand. Fred scooped up some floo powder from its usual place by the fireplace.

George frowned slightly, “Floo? We’re going to floo there? Why don’t we just apparate?”

Fred shrugged playfully, “I haven’t flooed since we’ve been able to apparate. Come on, for old times sake.”

George shrugged and took some of the powder as well. Fred winked at George before stepping into the fireplace and yelling their destination. George couldn’t help but grin when he thought of what he’d be doing to his other half that night.

~*~*~*~*~

Once they’d arrived at their destination of the town of Hogsmeade, the boys walked down the cobblestone road towards Honeydukes. Sure enough, Harry with his arm around Ginny, and Hermione snuggled in Ron’s grasp, were waiting there for them.

“It’s about time you blokes showed up,” said Ron, his cheeks red from the cold.

Fred clasped him on the back, “We’re not late…you all were just early.”

Ginny smiled, “Now we can begin!” She grabbed Harry’s hand and said, “I say we start right here and make our way towards Dervish and Banges.”

Together they went from establishment to establishment, cottage to cottage, singing holiday tunes. An elderly couple smiled at them and bid them a ‘Happy Christmas’. Ginny seemed elated, as did Hermione. Ron looked as though he would rather be inside on such a cold night, but he seemed to enjoy the singing, particularly when his arms were wrapped around Hermione. Harry was smiling quite a bit, obviously happy that Ginny was happy. Fred and George behaved as much as possible, though they couldn’t help but throw snowballs at Ron’s head when he was kissing Hermione in front of Zonko’s Joke Shop. At Scrivenshaft’s Quill shop, the owner came out and gave them each quill shaped candy canes that made your mind free of worry for several hours. Not that the candy was really needed since the group of them were having a good time and had no present worries on their minds. Taking a break from caroling, the group decided there were things they each wanted to do. Hermione wanted to buy some presents and she dragged Ron along with her, promising that they’d be back in fifteen minutes. Ginny felt cold and wanted to drink a butterbeer, so Harry and Ginny disappeared to The Three Broomsticks. Fred, who was sucking fervently on his candy cane, looked up at George innocently. “So…where would you like to go?” But by the look on George’s face, he hadn’t heard a word Fred had said. He was blatantly staring at his mouth as he sucked on the cane. George swallowed loudly, still watching Fred’s mouth with interest. Fred, who immediately knew what George was thinking, decided to tease him a bit. He darted out his tongue and licked up the side of the cane, making part of the red stripes disappear on his tongue. George tugged on his scarf suddenly; his eyes glued to his twin’s lush, pink, mouth. Fred continued running his mouth over the candy quill, not caring that some of his saliva had begun to drip down his chin. Absentmindedly, he licked at his chin, cleaning up tra trail the candy was leaving on his mouth. Fred’s eyes never left George’s face as he devoured his candy. He brought his mouth to circle the entire quill, pulling it out of his mouth slowly, grazing his straight teeth over the sweet. George let out a gasp as Fred bit the tip of the quill off assertively. Due to the cold weather, his gasp became a very visible cloud of smoke. Finally, Fred finished with the quill, his mouth, chin, and fingers sticky, Fred brought his t hat hand up to his mouth where he painstakingly took his pointer finger in his mouth, sucking off the sugar from the quill. George licked his lips wordlessly while Fred moved his mouth over to his middle finger. George looked around, noticing that the street was indeed reasonably empty. He felt excited and needy and suddenly he felt he couldn’t wait until that night. Fred licked his bottom lip expressively, knowing exactly what George was thinking. George’s eyes had grown a dark shade of blue. A shade of blue, that Fred was all too familiar with; a shade of blue, that he was sure matched his own eye color at the moment. Fred stepped forward and blew gently towards George’s face. George’s eyes slid closed in reaction, his brother’s warm, mint sweet breath tempting him. Fred looked around, making sure the coast was clear, before he clutched at his brother’s hand. George took it forcefully, then led him towards a cluster of trees near the road behind Dervish and Banges. In the safety of the dark trees, Fred gripped his brother’s coat in his hands and shoved him against a large tree. Pressing himself against his brother, he placed a soft, tempting kiss on his lips. Tasting the mint that had been tempting him earlier, he leaned in for more. Fred chuckled lightly against George’s mouth, amused at his eagerness. “Slowly…” murmured Fred. George groaned audibly, “I want you now…” Fred let out a husky laugh that caused George to grip his face and pull him forward for a hard kiss. Surprised, Fred groaned lightly against George’s expert mouth. Fred let out a warm gasp that turned to cold air as George slipped his tongue into Fred’s mouth. Both boys clutched at each other as they kissed passionately. George pulled away first, leaning his head against the trunk of the tree. Gazing into each other’s eyes intently, the twins could feel their shared energy emanating from each other. No one knew about their feelings for each other, and that was fine with the boys. They knew their friend Lee Jordan had often suspected something during their stay at Hogwarts, but he never treated them differently, which was one of the things they admired about him most. George caressed his twin’s cheek softly, taking in the freckles he knew only too well. He could map out those freckles with his eyes closed.

Leaningto kto kiss at a particularly tempting freckle on his nose, George whispered, “Fred, I love you.” Fred smiled, removing his right hand glove with his teeth so he could touch his half’s face.

Stroking George’s cheek with the back of his hand Fred replied, “I love you, George.”

They had loved each other for as long as they could remember. Indeed, before they knew how to love the rest of their brothers and their sister, they had loved each other. They grew together, and shared everything. Both halves knew there would never be anyone in the world that could understand him like his twin. And although society would probably deem them freaks if they were ever uncovered, neither cared as long as they had the other. In moments like these, where it was only them and nothing else, Fred and George felt like nothing could ever go wrong. George brought his thumb up to run it across Fred’s bottom lip. Fred’s bottom lip was slightly more engorged than his own was, but this was something only he would notice. To everyone else, even their family, both twins were indistinguishable. And that was fine for the twins because they loved each other so much, that being compared to the other was the highest form of praise they could receive. Fred stared into George’s blue eyes, the golden dot that was absent from his own, evident in his left pupil. Fred loved that unique mark in George’s already beautiful eyes.

Although it was cold outside, neither of the twins seemed to notice as they held each other and exchanged intimate kisses in the shade of the trees and under the pale light of the moon and stars overhead. Snow was evident on the ground from the night before, when several inches had fallen.

Finally, George felt that he needed more from Fred. He roughly grasped his brother and turned them so that now Fred was against the tree. Fred gasped at the sudden change from George, and he bit his lip in response. George groaned huskily and leaned in to roughly kiss at his brother’s red mouth. When Fred leaned in to respond, George removed his lips and licked at Fred’s soft lips, then leaned in to nibble at his bottom lip. He kissed down to his chin where he licked at the mint-flavored skin. Fred’s eyes had slipped closed and he was panting into the cold night, making George mor more desperate. He stepped back and surveyed Fred unhappily, “I really hate this coat…” George reached up and unzipped the coat swiftly only to be greeted by another layer of clothes. George sucked his teeth unhappily at Fred’s layers, feeling the desperate need to touch his brother’s smooth skin. He slid his hands down and under Fred’s sweater to find that Fred was wearing an undershirt that he’d tucked in. George looked up at Fred with a slight scowl on his face, “Did you do this on purpose?”

Fred chuckled at his brother’s annoyance and said innocently, “No love, I was just cold…”

George gave him a knowing look, “Sure…” He then busied himself with tugging Fred’s undershirt free. Finally, he slid his hand under the shirt to feel bare, warm skin underneath. “This is more like it…” he mumbled. He slid his hands up to his brother’s nipples, his fingers grazing over them softly causing Fred to let out a low moan.
George licked his lips hungrily, feeling his brother’s skin react to his touch. He desperately wanted to taste him with his own mouth, but because of all of the clothing, he was forced to use his hands to satisfy his brother. As George pinched his nipples roughly, Fred let out a deep groan, his head leaning back against the tree trunk. George knew Fred was completely aroused by the feel of him jutting into his hip. George leaned in to kiss at his brother’s open mouth, then down towards his jaw line. Kissing across his Adams apple, George’s mouth finally came to rest on a soft spot on Fred’s neck. Having previously discarded Fred’s scarf, he was free to suck mercilessly on the skin he found there. Normally George wouldn’t have marked his brother in fear of other’s seeing it, but due to the effect of the magical candy canes, George didn’t care about that; and by the way Fred was biting his lip and moaning, he didn’t care either. When he felt satisfied, George pulled up towards Fred’s ear. Kissing at the shell of his ear and nibbling on Fred’s ear lobe, George slid his hands to graze across his twin’s trousers where his arousal was clearly evident. Fred bucked into his hand slightly making George pull away. Fred protested audibly, making George chuckle. Finally, George moved his hands down to Fred’s trousers where he painstakingly undid the button followed by the zipper. Fred’s rapid breathing was emanating into the blanket of trees loudly and George had to kiss him to quiet him. “We’re only a few feet from the street…” he whispered into Fred’s mouth. “It’s exciting…”

Fred nodded bringing his hands up to cup at his brother’s firm bottom. Kneading his clothed flesh George let out a pant at that moment at his brother’s hands and at discovering that Fred had chosen not to wear undergarments. Freeing Fred from his pants George whispered, “Is this for me?”

Fred rolled his eyes, “No, it’s for Harry.”

George laughed, “I doubt our little sister would appreciate you thinking like that of her man…”

“Oh just get on with it already,” said Fred as he punched George in the arm lightly.

George chuckled, “Calm down…”

Fred gave him a look that said, ‘I will seriously hurt you if you don’t do something’.

George laughed and was more than happy to oblige. Placing his hand around his twin’s erect member, he slid his hand down the length slowly earning him a thrust from Fred.

George gave him a look, “If you don’t behave, I’ll stop.” Fred pouted slightly and George smirked at the power he had over him.

Stroking his length a bit rougher, Fred’s breathing grew shallower and he commanded, “More George…”

Bringing his other hand down to fondle his scrotum gently, George said, “You know I always take care of you…”

Fred moaned, his eyes shut tightly, “Yes, you do…”

Instinctively, George felt his brother was closing in on an orgasm. Getting to his knees quickly, the snow on the ground soaking through his pants; George placed a light kiss at the tip of Fred’s throbbing erection.

“Merlin George—“ let out Fred, his hands losing themselves in George’s soft hair.

George let out a breath at Fred’s tugs on his hair, earning him a low groan from Fred. George placed his hands on Fred’s thighs, massaging his legs through his trousers, as he kissed around his shaft slowly. Finally, George let his tongue slip out to lick up his twin’s shaft sensuously. An audible moan escaped Fred, pushing George to continue more diligently. With one last kiss at Fred’s tip, he slid his hard length into his mouth. Fred made a strangled noise and gripped George’s hair roughly in his hands, commanding more. George increased his tempo and began sliding his mouth over Fred’s length. Using his left hand to fondle his scrotum gently, George slid his mouth down Fred, using his tongue at the underside. Fred felt hard and hot in his mouth and George could feel his heartbeat beating inside him. George smiled at realizing that their heartbeats thumped in the same rhythm. Finally, Fred clutched at George’s hair roughly and he went over the edge. Fred groaned George’s name loudly as he watched his pink mouth slide one last time from his base to his tip, swallowing up as much of Fred’s fluid as he could. Repentantly, George let his mouth slide off Fred, and licked his lips; Fred pulled him up and kissed him hungrily, tasting himself in his twin’s mouth. Looking into each other’s eyes, they kissed slowly, reveling in the taste of the other.

“FRED! GEORGE! Where are you guys?!”

Fred’s eyes opened wide, “Oh my God, it’s Ginny…”

George frowned and dropped his hold on his twin, “Yeah…”

Fred pouted, “Guess we have to go back…”

George nodded, “Yeah, but I didn’t get off, so you’re gonna have some work to do tonight…”

Fred laughed, “Gladly.”

George smirked at Fred, then turned and watched through the trees as Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Ron called out their names.

“If we sneak around the back of Dervish and Banges, we can appear out on the other side and act like we’ve been in there the whole time,” plotted George.

“Good idea,” agreed Fred.

Together, they made their way through the cluster of trees behind Dervish and Banges. Once they made it to the street beside the store, they stepped out of the trees carefully. Brushing themselves off and making sure they weren’t looking too conspicuous, they sauntered out into the busy street.

“Looking for us?” called Fred.

“Yeah, where were you guys?” asked Ron.

Fred and George looked at each other and shared a special smirk, “Nowhere interesting…we found stuff to divert our attention for a while…”

Ginny raised an eyebrow and slightly frowned, “I hope you guys didn’t get into too much trouble…”

Fred and George laughed.

“Us—“

“--Trouble?

They looked at each other again and laughed, “Nah, no trouble…”

“What happened to your pants George?” asked Hermione, pointing to the wet spots on his knees.

“What? Oh…” George glanced down at his pants, and then glanced at Fred.

“Do you really want to know Hermione?” asked Fred.

Hermione threw her hands up, “No, never mind I asked.” Shaking her head, she slipped her arm through Ron’s arm. Harry laughed, and together the group continued their way up the street.

~Finis~