Side Story 9
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George dreamed of New York in 1993,
He was squeezing into the crowd in a bar,
It seemed that an American friend was shouting something,
But he didn't hear it clearly,
He only saw everyone pushing past him,
Rushing to the door of the bar. He found himself laughing heartily and calling out, "Hey!"
What's wrong with everyone? But no one answered him,
Then Harry's voice was shouting Ginny's name. A disturbing chill mixed with the hot alcohol quickly rushed through George's body. He looked up and found that the faces of the people around him were blurry,
They were all strangers,
He began to feel nervous,
He subconsciously shouted Fred's name. But Fred didn't respond,
He walked with his back to George and walked to the door of the bar. For some reason,
George felt that he would never look back.
Fred! George had a cold war,
He woke up from the nightmare,
He gasped for breath,
In front of him was a messy floor and sporadic light leaking through the window. There were two pairs of shoes on the floor in front of the bed. George breathed a sigh of relief before he realized that he was happy.
What's the matter, George? The twin brother behind him asked vaguely. George knew that he hadn't completely woken up,
So he replied in his heart,
Nothing,
Go to sleep,
Then he lay back in bed and closed his eyes. A moment later, a hand crossed George's waist and rested on his stomach.
It was an ordinary summer night in 1997. It had been three years since the chaos that seemed to have existed. George and Fred had also graduated a year ago. As they had agreed since they were children, they had opened a great joke shop in Hogsmeade, and the resistance was less than they had imagined, probably because Harry was also a major shareholder. When Molly's favorite savior boy also wanted to open a joke shop, it didn't matter what the Weisles twins did.
"Did you dream of anything last night?" Fred asked.
George was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror when Fred suddenly appeared behind him. George was so scared that he almost thought that there was a double image in the mirror. He replied subconsciously, "Nothing." In the next second, he realized that lying was useless to his close friend. But just as he was about to turn around and say something, Fred smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Wow, when did you lose your earrings?" Fred smiled and said, "Wow, when did you lose your earrings?"
What? George immediately turned his head to look at himself in the mirror. His left ear was empty.
Fred was still wearing an earring on his right ear, and he was looking at him with a smug expression.
Seeing that George's emotions were not as agitated as he had imagined and was instead stunned, the complacent look on Fred's face faded a little. However, he continued to smile and put his arm around his younger brother's shoulder. "Hey, George? He opened his right hand and showed the lonely earring to George, "Ta-ta, the thief returned it."
George froze for a moment, then reached out to take the earring back and put it on. He wiped his face hard and pretended to inadvertently step on Fred's foot, which made Fred laugh. So the two played around in the bathroom before breakfast. When they went downstairs to announce the opening of the shop, both of them were full of smiles.
However, Fred knew that his brother was not at his best that day.
He stood behind the counter, smiling and showing a variety of toy wands to a little girl of seven or eight years old. George was receiving a beautiful dark-skinned girl at ten o'clock in front of him. Well, he shouldn't have used such unfamiliar words to describe her. That was Angelina, their classmate in Hogwarts and Quidditch's team mates. If you still wanted to know more, they had gone on dates with Angelina, had coffee with her twice, and danced with her twice. But that was it. Go on a date with a beautiful girl, then use your double body to confuse her, then go on to play with the next girl. Uh, that sounded like a jerk?
Fred wrapped up the toy wands he picked and threw them to the little girl in front of the counter. He concentrated on the expressions of the two people behind the shelf, analysing whether George still had plans to continue playing the game. After all, Angelina was a very beautiful and sexy girl, and they, the handsome Weisles brothers, were indeed young and healthy for marriage.
Before Fred could think about how to suggest to George that they could actually play around for another two years before considering marriage, George had already sent Angelina out of the shop and walked up to him. He smiled and knocked on his counter. "Hey, shopkeeper, I'm Jolaid Weisles. Is there anything you can recommend?"
"No, you're Frege Weisles, and I'm very honored to recommend you a humorous and handsome red-haired guy ~" Fred took off his magic hat in an exaggerated manner and bowed to George.
When George was done laughing, Fred pretended to be natural and asked, "So, what time?"
"What time?"
"Date, you and Angelina?" Fred blinked. He saw his own calm expression in the reflection of the glass cabinet.
But George laughed in surprise. "Angelina? I thought we had already discussed that we wouldn't provoke her anymore. "
"But, if you really like her …"
"I don't like her, Fred, and you should know that."
Fred immediately noticed a sudden anger in George's voice, and he emphasized the word "should". Of course, he knew what it meant. Hey, Merlin! They were the Gemini Weisles. They were telepathic and could cooperate to complete a prank just by looking at each other! How could he not know what George meant?!
But, oh God, what did he say?
"George, if you like her, you don't have to consider my …" He even shrugged. "You know, even if the Saviour is in a relationship with Slytherin, the Ministry of Magic won't allow us to marry the same woman."
Stupid words. Fred regretted it before he even finished speaking, so it was only right that George suddenly put the clockwork doll on his head.
George wasn't in the shop for the rest of the afternoon, and Fred had to guess where he went. Of course, he wouldn't be with Angelina, sharing a chocolate cake with her! Maybe he went back to the Burrow? Or maybe he was in Quirro's shop?
He unconsciously ravaged an advertisement flyer in his shop. When he found that the crumpled paper was his and George's portraits, he quickly restored the flyer to its original state.
"What are you doing?" A hoarse, sweet, and strange voice came out.
Fred looked up and saw the little devil of Lovegood's family, Tommy Lovegood, standing in front of the counter and looking at him expressionlessly. Judging from the evil glint in her dark eyes, she had obviously seen Fred's silly act just now.
"Hey, Tommy!" Fred had a headache, but he had to force himself to be cheerful. "Why are you patronizing our business? Did you bring money? No, did you come alone? "
Tommy replied with a straight face, "Mum and Dad took Jamie to buy baby products, so they asked me to come here for a while." The little girl paused for a moment, then glanced around the shop as if she didn't mean to. "So, you're alone?"
Fred didn't want to answer this question. Just when he wanted to divert the girl's attention with the new product, another acquaintance walked into the shop. "Hey, Fred!"
"Harry!" Fred hurried out of the counter enthusiastically and laughed. "You're here too? I heard that you're spending the summer at Snape's house? Are you sure you don't want to come to the Burrow? "
The young savior, who was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, smiled as innocently as when he was twelve or thirteen years old. He scratched his head and said, "Actually, Severus and I plan to stay at the Burrow for half a month in August." Seeing that Fred's face had become indescribable, Harry hurriedly stuffed the thing in his hand into his hand. "I'm here to deliver this. Ginny sent the letter with the potion materials we asked her to find. This letter is for you and George. Judging from the letter we received, she should be in Madrid now. By the way, where's George? "
"..." So, the topic still came back to this.
Tommy, who was ignored, stood up at the right time and kicked Harry gently. He looked up and asked, "Where's my sister?"
"Huh? Ah, Tommy! " Harry seemed to have just noticed Tommy. He smiled and pulled the little girl's braid and said, "Luna and Ralf are still interning at Old Scarman's place!"
Tommy mumbled something in a low voice, and Harry responded in a low voice. Fred took the opportunity to walk to another shelf to introduce the products to the customers, avoiding more questions.
George didn't come back until six in the evening. At this time, Fred had already closed the shop and went upstairs. When he heard his brother opening the door, he didn't turn around to greet him. Instead, he asked briskly, "Wow, if you've already eaten, it means that you've missed out on a delicious stewed chicken with red wine!"
George arched his eyebrows and walked forward to help him. "And we never miss out on good things."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. The haze of the day had finally dispersed.
The red wine was very fragrant, and the stewed chicken with red wine was as delicious as Fred promised with a pat on his chest. The two of them kept talking, as if they wanted to make up for the conversation they missed out on for the day. However, they knew each other so well that before one of them could finish one sentence, the other would have already finished the next sentence. As a result, half of the sentences were intertwined with each other. Other than them, no one could understand what these sentences were trying to express. Only then did they stop talking with laughter, put away the cutlery tacitly, and then took a shower together.
Fred wiped the water off while admiring George's body with satisfaction. "Ah, I'm so handsome!"
George rolled his eyes. "Ah, I'm also quite handsome — and younger than you!"
"Yeah, two minutes!"
This was a conversation that took place almost every day in the bathroom.
Fred dared to speak with his conscience. He did think that George was perfect from his hair to his toes, from his handsome facial features to his smooth waistline — after all, they were exactly the same! Almost every day when he woke up and looked at the face in front of him, he would exclaim how great his mother was to have created such a perfect partner (cross out) for him.
Fred leaned on the edge of the bed and watched George walk towards him. He was also touched by such a feeling, so he asked, "George, do you remember the day we went to buy the magic wand?"
"Of course I remember." George was not surprised at all by Fred's question. He knew from five minutes ago that his twin brother had fallen into a self-satisfied state again, so he only needed to give an affirmative answer and then went to lie down on the other side of the bed.
Fred took a deep breath, turned over and pressed his brother between himself and the sheets. He chuckled and asked, "So, what did you dream of last night?"
George sighed and looked at the face in front of him that was still handsome even with a few freckles. He answered honestly, "I dreamed of that night in America. You know, the night when Ginny lost control. In that bar, everyone had left, and I didn't know anyone around me. I could only call out your name, but you also turned your back to me, as if you didn't hear me, and left without mercy."
Fred suddenly understood how George felt that day, and how his reaction was, so he hugged his twin brother even more tightly and said with a hoarse smile, "George, George, George..."
"Hey, am I the twin of the repeater? Am I the radio? " After saying that, George felt a lot more relaxed, and the temperature of his body made him feel extremely safe. He patted Fred's bare shoulder and laughed.
Fred suddenly bit George's shoulder, and then looked up. "George, do you know what I dreamed of last night?"
Fred's smile did not change, but George read the difference.
"George, I dreamed... I dreamed of a war." Fred gently bit his brother's shoulder and neck, leaving red marks. "I dreamed that Voldemort was resurrected, and the magic world changed. Dumbledore and Harry led us to fight against his Death Eaters. Many people died. George, we also joined the war..."
George trembled. "Am I dead, Fred?"
Fred kissed his brother's left ear. "No, George, but you lost an ear. George, the one who died was me. "
George finally trembled and shed tears. He lowered his head and left deep teeth marks on Fred's shoulder. "Damn it... Fred, how dare you die before me?"
George's merciless bite made Fred grit his teeth and laugh. "George, after I died, you married Angelina."
"Really? And then? "George tasted the blood on the tip of his tongue and asked fiercely.
"I don't know, George, I don't know." Fred buried his face in his brother's shoulder. "After I died, George, I left you to be with Angelina in a place I don't know. You made jokes I don't know, talked about topics I don't know, and acted like I don't know. Oh, I know part of it. Maybe you two will have a few children. Then, our relationship will no longer be the most important thing in your life..."
"George, I woke up when you woke up, but I didn't dare to speak. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, you would tell me. Hey, buddy, what are you thinking? Whether you die or not, I have to find a woman to marry and develop some healthy and beneficial relationship! So, George, stop biting and tell me first. Was my guess at that time correct? "
George slowly loosened the muscle in his mouth, then chuckled, causing Fred, who was lying on his chest, to tremble slightly. Then, he heard George say, "Fred, do you remember that time when Professor Kamia asked us to act in 'Waiting for Godot'? The original casting was Lee Jordan and me, but I insisted on you being the partner. Do you remember how much of a headache Professor Kamia had? "
"Haha, the identical Estragon and Vladimir are indeed enough to give her a headache."
"Then you must also remember my answer at that time." George held up Fred's head and stared into his brother's eyes. His tone was as firm as it was back then. "Because I only want him to stand on the stage with him. When I look at him and he looks at me as well, it's as though we're the only two in the world. That's the best moment of my life …"
They suddenly held their breaths and looked at each other for two seconds, or perhaps two lifetimes. Then, Fred seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and murmured, "Oh, God.
guess
I’m
abel！”
“what？”
"A song from the record Harry gave me." Fred explained patiently, "You know, the unlucky brothers in the Bible, Cain and Abel."
"Yes, I know. Cain killed Abel, didn't he?" George felt that the atmosphere was moving in a strange direction. "So, you want to say that you are Abel?"
Fred chuckled and shook his head. "No, I want to say that the first line of the song is like this." He sang softly, "I
could
be
your
lover，you
could
be
all
My... "
“what？”
George was surprised when he was pressed to the bed by Fred. I mean, George was also pressed to the bed by Fred. Then, Fred kissed him with an almost exaggerated force, almost making George lose his mind instantly and respond to the rhythm of the twin brother. Then, there was friction between the fabric and the skin. After a frenzied and confused kiss, both of them found that they were only left with a pair of boxers.
Fred reached for the edge of his brother's underwear and asked in a hoarse voice, "So, what do you think about the gay Cain and Abel?"
George moved his thigh and let Fred's hand slide in. At the same time, he said seriously, "I think they should develop some more legal, healthy, and reassuring brotherly love."
So, Fred sighed and took off his and his brother's underwear. Then, he began to touch them gently with uncontrollable moans. "You're talking about them, right?"
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