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Ficlet: Blatant Misconception 13/13 (George/Lee)
Title: Blatant Misconception
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 13/13: Blatant Misconception
Rating: Light R for swearing
Word Count: 979
Summary: In which there is a lot of Fred, but hardly any George and Lee.
Link to Prompt Table: here
A/N: This happens parallel to part 11 and 12.
So, that was it. Last prompt. I'm very nervous about this one, because it's different than the rest. It's a different viewpoint and a different style. I'm not sure if anyone beside me likes it, but the prompt didn't leave me any other choice. The series ends like it started, rather anticlimactic. All of you who commented and were there with me on my way through this story, thank you so much. It meant a lot and I don't know how I deserved so many wonderful comments.
Oh, and there will be an Epilogue. Soonish.
previous: 12. I'll be your... something-or-other
Fred was pacing. Too much energy was trying to force its way out of him. So he kept pacing, as the alternative was apparating to the room below and throttle either George or Lee, probably both. He had an Extendable Ear in his hand and was alternating between pressing it against the side of his head and looking at it in disgust. Fred didn't feel guilty for listening in. An unwarded room was an invitation, George and Lee knew that.
They truly were un-fucking-believable. In the worst possible way.
First there had been awkward smalltalk, then they had called each other names. Calling him adorable? Really, George? Fred shook his head at his brother and pondered going down and casting a sticking charm. On their tongues. Or at least hex the door shut. Oh wait, he'd already done that.
And now there was silence. How was he supposed to interpret silence? "Come on, Georgie, give me something to work with, here," Fred muttered. It was a shame that they hadn't yet managed to come up with an Extendable Eye. They had been working on that before they had to hide. But the eye had proven to be so much harder to invent than the ear. They'd had a couple of spectacular but unsuccessful prototypes. On one memorable occasion they had tested one, only to find out that it wasn't extendable, but allowed them to see through people's clothes. They had realised that this was something that could a) get them rich, or b) arrested, but c) had no place in a joke shop. And Merlin Fred had seen a few things he'd rather forget sooner than later. They'd destroyed the thing right away.
"What are you doing?" Lee had just said and as Fred heard the rest of the conversation, he put his palm against his head and groaned. The sound was nearly the same his twin had just made in the room below. "Godric, Lee, how did you ever get laid? You can't be serious."
Theoretically Fred thought the idea of shagging blokes was pretty cool. He imagined that it was a lot easier than trying to woo a girl. No headaches, no fancy dinners, no deep conversation. Just a beer, chips and the casual question, 'Want to fuck?' He felt slightly guilty, he wasn't just after shagging, but he was nineteen, he did like it.
Listening to his two best friends - his two painfully oblivious two best friends - made it clear that just maybe it wasn't that easy. It was actually so much worse than with girls, as they tried to talk their way into each other's undies, but failed. "You are blokes," Fred told no one in particular. "Stop talking, Merlin's balls! Just shag and be done with it!"
And, of course, even if George and Lee wouldn't have failed at being gay, Fred liked girls. He loved girly, squishy bits, and he also liked the thought, that George and himself were complementary in this as well. He had to admit that he wouldn't have minded to be the one whose sexual orientation wasn't what people expected, though. All the possibilities of coming out to the family... He made a mental note to talk to George and Lee about it once the two of them were done being impossible. This was something they had to plan ahead. Christmas dinner would have been brilliant, but that was probably too far away.
"We suck at talking," George just said. He must be kidding.
"That's the biggest understatement I've ever heard, mate." Fred wondered if he should be worried because he was having conversations with an Extendable Ear. It was hardly going to tell on him, though, so he decided he didn't care.
Rustling. Was someone gasping? Fred bounced on the balls of his feet. He needed that fucking eye. The ear was useless in this situation.
More talking, talking about Fred - and they had bedroom voices while they were doing that. Fred was horrified.
And then there were kissing sounds. It was unmistakable.
"YESSS," Fred whooped and punched the air. He listened for another minute, just to be sure. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth and he stopped pacing.
It was followed by a disgusted "Ewwww", when someone down there groaned. He shuddered and pulled out the Extendable Ear. He so didn't want to know.
But he could provide the atmosphere. Really, it was the least he could do. He drew a complex pattern with his wand and muttered a couple of spells. Fred was sure that George and Lee would appreciate violins and roses. Fairly sure. Maybe they could sell something like this; Romantic Roaches, Romantic Rots, Romantic Rodents, Romantic Roundworms. Oh yeah, Fred remembered the reason why George was always saying he wasn't allowed to come up with product names unsupervised.
Still, the idea wasn't bad, they'd have to talk about it, once his brother was finished... ew.
Fred sat down on the bed and propped up his legs. He leaned back against the headboard and sighed contentedly. Now that this little problem was fixed, he could think some more about the Extendable Eye.
At least things were looking up now. Lee had stopped dying, George was happy, doing unmentionable things right now, Potterwatch would be back in a few days, and Harry was going to show his saviour balls any day now.
Then Diagon Alley would be theirs again, they wouldn't have to worry about their little sister at school, they could thump Percy for being a prat, he could tease George and Lee endlessly and his Mum would finally stop looking so much older than she actually was because she was scared for all of them. Fred missed her smile. Life would be one happy Celestina Warbeck song.
It was going to be fucking brilliant.
Epilogue
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 13/13: Blatant Misconception
Rating: Light R for swearing
Word Count: 979
Summary: In which there is a lot of Fred, but hardly any George and Lee.
Link to Prompt Table: here
A/N: This happens parallel to part 11 and 12.
So, that was it. Last prompt. I'm very nervous about this one, because it's different than the rest. It's a different viewpoint and a different style. I'm not sure if anyone beside me likes it, but the prompt didn't leave me any other choice. The series ends like it started, rather anticlimactic. All of you who commented and were there with me on my way through this story, thank you so much. It meant a lot and I don't know how I deserved so many wonderful comments.
Oh, and there will be an Epilogue. Soonish.
previous: 12. I'll be your... something-or-other
Fred was pacing. Too much energy was trying to force its way out of him. So he kept pacing, as the alternative was apparating to the room below and throttle either George or Lee, probably both. He had an Extendable Ear in his hand and was alternating between pressing it against the side of his head and looking at it in disgust. Fred didn't feel guilty for listening in. An unwarded room was an invitation, George and Lee knew that.
They truly were un-fucking-believable. In the worst possible way.
First there had been awkward smalltalk, then they had called each other names. Calling him adorable? Really, George? Fred shook his head at his brother and pondered going down and casting a sticking charm. On their tongues. Or at least hex the door shut. Oh wait, he'd already done that.
And now there was silence. How was he supposed to interpret silence? "Come on, Georgie, give me something to work with, here," Fred muttered. It was a shame that they hadn't yet managed to come up with an Extendable Eye. They had been working on that before they had to hide. But the eye had proven to be so much harder to invent than the ear. They'd had a couple of spectacular but unsuccessful prototypes. On one memorable occasion they had tested one, only to find out that it wasn't extendable, but allowed them to see through people's clothes. They had realised that this was something that could a) get them rich, or b) arrested, but c) had no place in a joke shop. And Merlin Fred had seen a few things he'd rather forget sooner than later. They'd destroyed the thing right away.
"What are you doing?" Lee had just said and as Fred heard the rest of the conversation, he put his palm against his head and groaned. The sound was nearly the same his twin had just made in the room below. "Godric, Lee, how did you ever get laid? You can't be serious."
Theoretically Fred thought the idea of shagging blokes was pretty cool. He imagined that it was a lot easier than trying to woo a girl. No headaches, no fancy dinners, no deep conversation. Just a beer, chips and the casual question, 'Want to fuck?' He felt slightly guilty, he wasn't just after shagging, but he was nineteen, he did like it.
Listening to his two best friends - his two painfully oblivious two best friends - made it clear that just maybe it wasn't that easy. It was actually so much worse than with girls, as they tried to talk their way into each other's undies, but failed. "You are blokes," Fred told no one in particular. "Stop talking, Merlin's balls! Just shag and be done with it!"
And, of course, even if George and Lee wouldn't have failed at being gay, Fred liked girls. He loved girly, squishy bits, and he also liked the thought, that George and himself were complementary in this as well. He had to admit that he wouldn't have minded to be the one whose sexual orientation wasn't what people expected, though. All the possibilities of coming out to the family... He made a mental note to talk to George and Lee about it once the two of them were done being impossible. This was something they had to plan ahead. Christmas dinner would have been brilliant, but that was probably too far away.
"We suck at talking," George just said. He must be kidding.
"That's the biggest understatement I've ever heard, mate." Fred wondered if he should be worried because he was having conversations with an Extendable Ear. It was hardly going to tell on him, though, so he decided he didn't care.
Rustling. Was someone gasping? Fred bounced on the balls of his feet. He needed that fucking eye. The ear was useless in this situation.
More talking, talking about Fred - and they had bedroom voices while they were doing that. Fred was horrified.
And then there were kissing sounds. It was unmistakable.
"YESSS," Fred whooped and punched the air. He listened for another minute, just to be sure. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth and he stopped pacing.
It was followed by a disgusted "Ewwww", when someone down there groaned. He shuddered and pulled out the Extendable Ear. He so didn't want to know.
But he could provide the atmosphere. Really, it was the least he could do. He drew a complex pattern with his wand and muttered a couple of spells. Fred was sure that George and Lee would appreciate violins and roses. Fairly sure. Maybe they could sell something like this; Romantic Roaches, Romantic Rots, Romantic Rodents, Romantic Roundworms. Oh yeah, Fred remembered the reason why George was always saying he wasn't allowed to come up with product names unsupervised.
Still, the idea wasn't bad, they'd have to talk about it, once his brother was finished... ew.
Fred sat down on the bed and propped up his legs. He leaned back against the headboard and sighed contentedly. Now that this little problem was fixed, he could think some more about the Extendable Eye.
At least things were looking up now. Lee had stopped dying, George was happy, doing unmentionable things right now, Potterwatch would be back in a few days, and Harry was going to show his saviour balls any day now.
Then Diagon Alley would be theirs again, they wouldn't have to worry about their little sister at school, they could thump Percy for being a prat, he could tease George and Lee endlessly and his Mum would finally stop looking so much older than she actually was because she was scared for all of them. Fred missed her smile. Life would be one happy Celestina Warbeck song.
It was going to be fucking brilliant.
Epilogue