Title: Sharing
Author: Lorielen ( [email protected] )
Rating: hmm... PG-13, at most?
Pairing: Fred/George, other implied.
AN: For Lilith... inspired by her Sev. ^^
It's not quite a drabble, since it has nearly 570 words. Still, it's short for a ficlet. It simply sprung from my mind, after our last RP-ing session. Here's hope you'll find it... erm, entertaining? Or likeable at least.

Sharing

Tuesday midnight found George Weasley laying on his back, shifting restlessly. It was unnatural and by now impossible to sleep without the familiar weight of Fred's body against his own. One a.m. had a wordless and thoroughly exhausted Frederic Weasley remove his clothes to slip down, automatically curling up and into his equally naked brother. He did not say word, and George didn't ask. Detention with Snape never failed to be a terrible way to pass an evening.

Still, the twins were grateful for it. It was certainly less than they thought would be inflicted on them, upon having Severus Snape walk on the both of them snoggling inside his office.

Fred's breathing was slow and heavy against his brother's collarbone, and George's fingers lazily traced patterns while ruffling his twin's red hair.

There was a small sigh, reeking of frustration and swollen anger.

"Can't sleep..."
"Either? No."

Fidgeting.

"It's sort of..."
"Odd."
"To have him know, yeah. He's been..."
"Watching us."
"Deliberately."

It was disturbing in many levels, to have Snape know their secret. They felt inhibited; even having an arm around the other's shoulders would feel awkward, for the teacher was bound to be reading in the barest of touches and the most secret whisper, or lack thereof.

"He has that disgustingly knowing smirk."
"Whenever he's talking to us."
"It's awful."

But also relieving, in a way the Weasley twins grudgingly refused to acknowledge. A bond had been forged, however frail, between the prankish students and the ever ill-humoured Potions Master. The level of detachment the man treated their affairs with was amazing: never once had Snape but rolled eyes at mention or displays of intimacy between the brothers. However, something other than relief and uncertainty crawled under the Weasleys' freckled skin in response to their teacher's indifference.

"I bet the bastard wanks off to it."

Mild annoyance could be detected in Fred's voice, but it faded, drowning in the rhythmic breathing of his brother. Silence reigned for a few drowsy minutes.

"Fred."

A quiet whisper that wouldn't be detected by anyone standing more than a few inches away. As it was, however, George's twin brother was comfortably nestled in his personal space, draped around nudity pale and freckled as his own. The soft sound of fingertips against Fred's scalp reached a higher notch than George's call.

"Yes?"

Sleepy breath against the curve of George's neck.

"Remember the time we agreed we were sick for being incestuous?"
"Hmmm."

Fred's attention had been captured now, and George missed the warmth and weight when his twin lifted his chin just so. He gazed intensely in the twinkling brown pounds before saying more.

"I think I've found something worse."

His shred of voice was heavy with guilt. Fred raised an eyebrow questioningly, silently compelling him to speak.

Silence framed George's small smile as he stroke his love's cheekbone with the backs of his fingers, and there was a derisive quirk in the corner of his mouth, something vague and yet strongly self-deprecating in his overall expression.

"A Snape-kink."

Fred's tense features broke into a malicious grin.

"Dripping-towel Snape?"

Amazement flashed in George's face before it too acquired a feline satisfaction.

"Yes. Share?"

Fred raised his eyebrows, looking pompously offended and more than a little ridiculous, but remarkably resembling of Percy.

"My dear brother... when did I not?"

A mischievous wink, and Fred's chuckling was silenced by his brother's moisty lips.

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