Fic: Drabble: The Upstairs Room, Fred/George, R Title: The Upstairs Room Author: Harleen harleen Pairings: Fred/George Word Count: 340 Rating: R Warnings: Twincest Disclaimer: I don't own them and no money is being made from this. Summary: Fred and George spend some time alone in their new flat. Author's Notes: Written for elfflame for her birthday, using the prompt: Fred and George's first night in their flat over WWW. This has yet to have a beta, so please bear with any mistakes. I have done a thorough self-beta though. Cross posted at my journal and at various places.
They had moved in a bit earlier than planned, thanks to Umbridge and her foiled plans. Still, Fred and George couldn't help but be excited about their new place. Not even the Howler their Mum had sent could bring down their elated moods.
They had stopped at the Leaky Cauldron and picked up some dinner, and they were now in their new home. Fred was sitting on the beat up old mattress in the bedroom, which was the only piece of furniture they had, while George was looking out the window at the view of Knockturn Alley.
"So, looks like we did it," he said, grinning as he gazed out at the night sky, watching the shady characters in the Alley go about their business.
"Yeah, we did. We really stuck it to her, didn't we?" Fred replied as he stood up, practically dancing as he moved to where his brother stood, embracing him from behind.
"We sure did. And you know what? I'd do it all over again," George spoke with a triumphant smile.
"So would I, brother dear. Now, we've got a lot of work to do in the morning, between fixing up the shop and getting this flat looking like home," Fred answered, spinning George around in his arms and kissing him softly.
George kissed Fred back, then pulled away slightly. "Won't someone see us, Gred?"
"Nah, I doubt it, Forge. Besides, even if they did, they've got their own skeletons in their closets," he noted as he took George's hand and led him to the mattress, placing him down upon it before starting to remove his clothes.
Taking off his own gear, George was watching Fred's pale frame bathed in the moonlight, and bit back a groan. "So, did you need some help getting to sleep, brother mine?" he asked with a wicked grin.
"Always, little brother," Fred responded, crawling onto the mattress and reaching for the lube before pushing George back down and snogging him.