Fic: Drabble: Just a Memory (Parts 1 and 2), Fred and Jake, Fred/George, PG and R Title: Just a Memory (Parts One and Two) Author: Harleen harleen Characters/Pairings: Part One: Fred and Jake (his son), Part Two: Fred/George Word Count: 250 and 320 (yes, I fail at 100 words today!) Rating: Part One: PG. Part Two: R. Warnings: If blatant AU can be considered a warning? Twincest warning for part two. Disclaimer: I don't own them and no money is being made from this. Summary: Ten years have passed, and it's just a memory now. Author's Notes: Written for weasleytwins100, this week's prompt: a first week free for all. No cest in part one, but there is in part two. Another self-beta, all mistakes are my own. Cross-posted at my journal and at various places.
Part One
Fred was sitting in the kitchen with his morning coffee, looking at the commemorative edition of the Prophet and trying to not get emotional.
It had been ten years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and he sighed as he looked at the list of the names of the fallen. A list he was very nearly on.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of his eldest son's voice.
"Dad? You okay?" Jake asked, looking at Fred with concern.
"Yeah sport, I will be," Fred answered, moving to glance at the boy, who was now a teenager. Jake's biological parents were killed during the war, and Fred and Katie had adopted him after they had married.
Jake looked over at the list and sighed. He knew it was important to remember, but it still hurt.
Fred put an arm around his son's shoulder. "It's just a memory now," he said, trying to reassure himself as well.
"Yeah, I know. And if Uncle George didn't notice you were still alive when he did, you wouldn't be my Dad," Jake looked sad at the thought.
Fred nodded. "True. I'm glad he did, I don't want to think about the alternative," Fred answered, trying to keep his voice steady.
Suddenly, Jake moved to embrace his father. "Like you said, it's just a memory now. I love you, Dad."
"And I love you," Fred replied, giving his son a tight hug.
Part Two
The shops were all closed today, and WWW was no exception. So instead of going to work, Fred was sitting in the work area in the shed, having a second cup of coffee.
He felt George's arms around him from behind, and he leaned into his brother.
"A sickle for your thoughts, love," George said, snuggling into Fred.
Fred sighed. "Did I ever thank you?"
"For what?"
"For noticing I wasn't dead?"
George sighed. "Yeah, you did. And like I said, someone would've noticed soon enough."
Fred shook his head. "But it was you who noticed, love. I almost lost you..."
He was cut off by George snogging him. When they broke apart, George gave him a soft look.
"No one tears us apart, you know that. I'd rather not think about it, to be honest. I just want to think about how you're here with me," he said, giving Fred a small smile.
"Yeah, I am here with you. And you're not ever getting rid of me."
"Good, cause I won't allow it."
"Nor would I," Fred stated before kissing George again, his hands slipping under the hem of his twin's shirt.
George moaned against Fred's lips, pulling him close against him. After they parted, he looked over at Fred.
"How about we skip work today? I can think of much better ways to pass the time."
"Oh? I like the sound of this, love. I say we go with this wonderful plan of yours."
George took Fred's hand and led him to the couch, and they spent most of the rest of the day doing exactly that, naked in each others' arms.
Exhausted and sated, Fred grinned at George. "I love you."
"I love you, too. One more round?"
"Bloody perfect," Fred stated, groaning loudly as George shifted and took him hard once again.