The Weasley Wizarding Wheezes

We walked to the very edge of 'The Burrow' where we had a dam. Fred and I loved it there. No-one ever went down there besides us. It was our secret place. As soon as we knew that absolutely no-one could see us, I jumped on Fred and pushed him to the ground, our lips carefully sewn together in an unbreakable bond. I wished that I could do that with him every single moment of every single day. My heart shattered into a million pieces every time I saw him and couldn't touch him the way I wanted. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, re-exploring every tooth and gum. Fred and I was soon covered in sweat and dirt and gasping for air.

"George, I love you." Fred said looking up at me. I smiled and leaned down, kissing his lips gently. He licked my lips, begging for entrance. I suddenly apparated out of Fred's warm embrace into the deep coldness of the dam. I was at the bottom of the deepest part of our dam. I realized I was drowning and all rational thought deserted me. I started to thrash and go crazy, believing I was going to die. I felt strong arms around my middle as I started drifting from consciousness. Black

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Water flowed from my lungs through my mouth. Fred's sopping body was still wrapped around mine, heaving sobs breaking the thick silence in my head.

"Fred?" I croaked. He looked up, his eyes red and his face pale.

"George!" He roared before throwing himself on me and hugging me so tightly I thought I would die of suffocation.

"Fred, I don't like drowning, much less in air!" My voice was husky and croaky. Cough

"Why did that happen?" Fred sobbed into my shoulder.

"I have no idea. I wish I knew." I said pulling his face up to peck him on the lips, wiping the tears from his eyes and his wet hair off his face.