Astronomy Tower
Fred Weasley/George Weasley
Fred Weasley George Weasley
Slash Romance
Multiple Eras
Deadly Hallows (Through Ch. 36) Epilogue to Deathly Hallows
Published: 12/20/2011
Updated: 12/20/2011
Words: 1,101
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These Years Past


Story Summary:
When the years go by, there isn't a day in them where the twins are forgetful of their precious youth and the time they spent together. Twincest, Slash, Fluff, and Slight AU for this fangirl's denial of certain things.~ Rating will go up in later chapters.

Chapter 01 - Prelude

Chapter Summary:
Age is a cruel task-mistress that George deeply loathes. Fortunately for him, Fred is around to remind him that it's not all too bad...
Author's Note:
This is a sort of 'prelude' to my chaptered fic. They'll be remembering certain years in which major events have happened to them owO. Slight AU, because I love the power of denial.~

Age was a cruel, calculating monster that was currently getting the better of him.

George was not the handsome youth he once fondly remembered. No longer did he possess fiery copper locks with wrinkle-free porcelain flesh and mirthful chocolate irises that glinted with calculating mischief; rather, he had off-white hair that was thinner and wirier with slightly sagging features and eyes that were starting to become clouded with cataracts. His hands no longer had their soft, textured touch but were now more like that of dried up leather clinging desperately onto his frail bones. Even his smile, which was once made of a full, healthy set of ivory, had now become a little chipped and ragged from years and years of...of just living.

A low groan escapes him as he prods and pokes at one of his wrinkles near his forehead with a small frown. Being 134 years old isn't so fun...how could Dumbledore have coped with 125 years of age under his belt?

'Because, you prat,' George's rational mind muses. 'There's a bit of a difference between 134 and 125...'

"As if nine years makes a big difference..." he murmurs, talking back to himself.

Well, now not only was he old, but he was going senile, too. How wonderful.

'Perhaps it does...clearly; it does, because you're complaining about it.'

The elder Weasley twin sighs and rocks back on his heels slightly, staring at his decrepit reflection, frown still etched carefully into his withered features.

"I'm just an old, dried-up bloke now..." The faint, hopeful notion that maybe, just maybe George wasn't really that old and shriveled up, had died in his mind's eye. "This is as good as it's going to get..."

"I dunno, Georgie...I think you're the most handsome man I've ever seen."

A voice slightly lighter than his own penetrates his dulled senses and understands it to be Fred. George turns, dried lips crinkling upward into a slight smile.

"You don't have to make me feel better, Freddie...I'm bloody old and I know it..."

"So am I," the younger Weasley twin shoots back as he walks over to his brother, hips making a slight 'pop' with every carefully measured movement taken. There is a pause as Fred reaches his destination before the pair let out an amused chuckle.

"Okay...we are really bloody fucking old..."

George lets out a light sigh, smile fading. "Fred...how can you possibly love me?"

Fred raises his greyed brows in surprise. "What?"

"How can you love me?" there is genuine sadness reflected in his dark eyes as he speaks. "I'm so withered and ancient now...nothing better than the shell of a husk that continues to decay..."

"So? I am too..."

Saying this doesn't alleviate George's melancholy; in fact, this statement seems to hamper the elder Weasley's spirits even more.

"That doesn't matter to me..."

"Then why are you so sad, Georgie? I'm not used you like this...I don't want you getting depressed just 'cos you think you're too old for me, now..." Fred pauses when he notes that George looks, if possible, even more woeful. "George...please tell me you're not thinking - "

"But I am...I'm too fucking old, Freddie. Everything fucking hurts...when I want to make love to you, it hurts. When I move my hand to do a spell, it hurts. For God's sake, I can't even use the 'loo without some fucking thing hurting me..."

Another heavy pause falls over the pair, weighing their sagging shoulders down even further. After several terrible, mind-boggling moments of thought, Fred reaches out his frail hands and takes his lover by the waist.

"I know you don't like it, Georgie...hell, I don't either. Aging is bloody horrible, and it's just going to get worse and worse until we can't go any lower..."

The younger twin tightens his grip on George and pulls him closer so that they are dangerously close to kissing, lips brushing softly together.

"...But I fucking love you all the same...I always will, just like I have from the start of this...of us..."

They kiss, the elder twin's hands gingerly reaching upward so that they can cusp his lover's features while they do so. Several moments linger on before the pair is willing to part.

"I still don't see how..."

Fred, much to George's surprise, smiles.

"You love me, don't you?"

"More than anything in the world..."

"Then why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because you take it up like you're still twenty...and I...well I don't feel like that...I want to, but I don't...I can't..."

"Y'know, for all of those sexy smarts of yours, I'm shocked that you haven't figured it out."

George cocks a brow. "Figured out what?"

"Well, the way you say it, you make it sound like I shouldn't love you unless you shrug off your age like you're twenty again, too..."

"I...well...fuck..." the elder turns a light shade of crimson that doesn't go unnoticed. Fred chuckles softly and gives his lover's cheek a soft peck.

"You don't have to act young for me to love you, George." The younger takes his hand and squeezes it with all of the strength he can muster. "Don't you know that by now?"

George falls silent. In his mind, he will never agree - Fred is still with a fair amount of energy that he will simply never be able to match again. His heart, however, shudders, and a soft smile is placed upon his lips in knowing that this man will always be at his side...and in truth, that was all he could ever ask for.

"Hey..." Fred whispers, grinning like he was fifteen again and had a huge secret to tell.

"What?" George can't help it; he is grinning just as much.

"Do you remember the first time I told you how I felt?"

"I may be old, but I'm not forgetful, Fred." George smiles heartily, working his mind back to the days of their first years at Hogwarts. "I remember just fine..."

"Seems like so long ago..."

"Fucking eons..."

"More like a fucking century." The twins laugh in agreement.

"Those were the days..." Fred nods.

"Mhm...young - "

"Carefree -"

"A little more innocent..."

"What year was it again, Georgie?"

"Third year, I believe."

"Oh yeah!" Fred picks up enthusiasm, every tiny detail reassembling itself into his mind. "It started out on the Quidditch field..."

"Harry just tried out for Seeker..."

"And...and we walked into the locker room after practice..."

"No, we hollered and whooped our way in." George gives his lover a light push, laughing. "Go take a seat, Freddie...clearly; I need to remind you what happened..."