Harmonious Dissimilarity

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George concedes that, because he is just a little more mature, level-headed, and rational, he is without question, the 17-minute older brother to Fred. Fred will admit this with a slight sigh and a small pout, but this motion is short-lived - as soon as the twins are alone again, George is the one resting comfortably in Fred's embrace and the one that pleads for more kisses when Fred plays the tease.

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The Brains...and the Instrument

If the Weasley twins have left any lasting accomplishment, it is their fool-proof pranks that always make people laugh. From this, many would think it obvious Fred is the brains; he is confident, with an exuberant amount of energy and a cocky grin that always insinuates he is the one in charge. This is, however, very misleading; George is proud to say with a subtle smirk that he is the true brains of their operations and their coordinator - Fred is merely the instrument with enough nerve to carry them out. While this bit of information also causes Fred to mutter a solemn agreement, he knows in the very core of his heart that without George, he would be without an enabler and a directive guide to creative fun. George too will be selfless in admitting that if Fred didn't have the sheer nerve or unwavering confidence that he did, his simple silver wedding band would have never existed on his right ring finger.

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The Last Freckle?

If you asked people if they could tell Fred and George apart, they would merely sigh or grunt and admit defeat without so much as even taking a crack - the Weasley twins, they decide, are identical to the point where even "every last freckle" had a symmetrical, balanced appearance - how can anybody possibly tell the difference?

Fred believes that people aren't very observant; if they were just a little more intelligent, they would have realized that there is always some sort of exaggerated ruffle to all of his shirts where calloused hands have grappled and grasped and yanked away on the daily. George notes that this is a little tricky to catch, but his is far easier: if people pulled his collar down just a couple of inches, they would have been able to play connect-the-dots on his neck and collarbone from all of the love-bites that his Fred has given him.

In the end, people have given up on the idea. The twins will laugh, shrug it off, then retreat, where they are the only ones who will always know who is Fred and who is George - even when they are tangled in the deepest part of their lovemaking.

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Dirty Words

The way George saw it, there was no better way to describe their relationship, because it was, and always will be, incestuous. At first, it seems a little harsh to bluntly describe their love as such, but it is true, and George feels no shame for it - he loves Fred no matter what, even in the face of the negative social and spiritual stigma that comes attached with it. For him, the word incest produces feelings of happiness and bliss, simply because he knows that this is them, it's real, and they haven't to adjust to the "norms" of their world just so that the general public can be satisfied.

Fred, on the other hand, felt there was a more artful way in which to describe their taboo love. He would never outright admit to, or apply the word incest to their relationship; rather, he preferred to call it a bromance - they were, after all, brothers, and there was indeed a deeply intertwined romance that was borne between them.

"Freddie, a 'bromance' is a whole different thing from what we are..." George purposefully reminds him one night as they lay close together in their newly purchased flat. "A 'bromance' is the step that hovers between best friends and just being outright together."

"I know." Fred shrugs and smiles, pausing only for a quick peck on the lips. "But incest is such a dirty word..."

"I would think you'd like the sound of that, love." The elder squeezes his twin's hand and claims another kiss.

"Normally, I would think so too, but...it makes us sound like we're absolutely horrible people..." He pauses, leaning forward so that their foreheads meet and their lips brush teasingly. "I might be okay with dragging myself through the mud, Georgie, but not you...you're better than that horrid label..."

George gives Fred's hand another reassuring squeeze and kisses the tip of his nose, thinking heavily for several moments until an answer occurs.

"Twincest, then?"

A light pause, before -

"I don't even think a label is needed~. You and I...we're just us, and that's all that matters, right?"

"Agreed~."

From then on, their once separate notions on how to best describe their relationship is forever dissolved, and a silent agreement forms - incest and bromance are both dirty, dirty words and saying them aloud earns that twin a naughty punishment for the night.

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Remember, Remember

Who could possibly resist the temptation? The thing said Highly Confiscated and Dangerous and by the Gods, Fred would be damned if he didn't get his prepubescent hands upon it.

And so, after one clever diversion and several heart-pounding, sweat-producing moments later, the Weasley twins were now in possession of a blank piece of parchment that they were sure had something absolutely amazing on it. After all, it wouldn't be in the Highly Confiscated and Dangerous section if it wasn't precious, now would it?

It takes a good two weeks of their First Year for the pair to figure it out. Fred is the one that cracks the code, but only because he has been impatiently jabbing at the bloody thing with this wand and uttering any crazy phrase or word that would come to his mind.

"Blimey..." The younger twin breaks out into a grin. "Didn't think it would open..."

"What was it that you said that opened the thing?" George raises his brows, analyzing the markings and the footprints of the map.

"Er...it was 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good' or something like that...I kinda don't remember, now..."

The elder says no more. While Fred silently admires the artful nature of the map and all of its potential, devious exploitations, George is imprinting every last inch of Hogwarts into his mind, memorizing every handy secret passage out.

Six years later, Fred is whispering words of thanks in George's ear as he teases his lover with calloused hands, because without that brilliant memory, the pair would have been caught ages and ages ago.