We Can Do This.... Right?

All Fred had registered when he first awoke was a cold breeze hitting his face and the bright sun of the outside morning, immediately making him cover his face to escape the coldness of the bright outside world. 

Once his eyes had thoroughly adjusted, he noticed a lot of other things. He noticed Draco was no longer asleep and covering his body like a feathery blanket, he wasn't even in the room. 

He couldn't stop his mind from racing. 

'What if it was just a one time thing.' and 'What if he hates me after this.' Among other worries were the only thing going through Fred's mind. 

He was frantically sitting up, determined to find the now blonde, as he probably had restored his glamours, when he noticed a folded over paper on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

It had Japanese symbols on it that were crossed out and underneath of the scratched writing was his name in some of the most beautiful cursive he had ever seen.

He quickly picked up the folded note and examined the exterior of it, careful not rip the delicate paper. When he unfolded it, he was met with the sight of what looked like a letter with little doodles here and there. 

He began to read the letter, a smile growing on his face the further he read, stopping now and then to admire the little drawings that had no relevance to what was written. 

Dear Fred Weasley,

He started again.

Freddie, 

I'm sorry I can't be with you this morning, I have work at my Dad's auto shop. I don't usually have early shift but one of his employees got fired, [we don't like pedos, he doesn't live hear anymore, I made sure of it :)] so I have to fill in for that guy. I had to get up at 5:00 in the AM, Fred, that's fucking rediculous. I don't usually get up untill 7:30 for class, but the staff at my school had an emergency so we're all on break for 6 weeks. I can explain it to youore later, if you'd like.

Anyway, I get off at 11:00, and you can stop by anytime. I'll even let you in the car garage. Just don't prank anybody, if you do my Dad will be on my ass about it. He might even object at our wedding, he's very serious about the garage. 

Oh! And I found my fucking clothes. Turns out, お母さん  Mum thought I was done with my clothes so she packed them in Akihiko's bag as like, hand-me-downs. Which, yeah, if he needs clothes I will be happy to buy them, but why am I being forced to give up mine? My Mum's weird.

By the time you read this, I'll probably be at work and I'll likely be explaining to a dumbass customer why you can't sand your tires down to make the ride smoother. 

You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping, I just wanted to stay and keep it that way. I'll see you later, 私の愛. 

Draco <3

Fred couldn't help the smile that crept on to his face at the little hearts he drew. He didn't know what the symbols before meant, but he hoped they were sweet.

He observed the drawings once again. In the top right corner, there was a little picture of a rose bud. The shading and the drawing were both amazing for such a small doodle.

You could tell Draco had artistic talent from the doodle of a small cartoon character that looked just like Raymond standing up and raising his hand, as if he were disagreeing with something being said in court.

In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny version of the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes fireworks display around what looked to be a nicely drawn garage. It had a big 'X' over it with a side note that read, "don't even think about it."

He reread the note over and over again, examining all the little details that went into each drawing.

He folded the paper back the way he found it and held it to his chest. He missed his darling, and he would continue to until Draco was back in his arms, where he belonged.

He set the paper down on the nightstand and slowly began to get dressed.

Draco wrote that he could drop by anytime, did he really mean that? Fred was worried over every little thing that came to his mind if it was about Draco, today was definitely not an exception. 

He slowly walked out of his room wearing a red collared shirt with white stripes and a white long sleeve undershirt paired with Charlie's old jeans and a pair of random socks he found laying around. Oddly, he couldn't find his shoes anywhere.

He made his way to the hotel lobby, entering simultaneously with his twin from the opposite corridor, confusing everybody who was already up. 

George was wearing a white collared shirt with red stripes and a red undershirt. Same jeans, as they were both hand-me-downs from their dragon taming brother. They were both wearing one gray sock and one white sock, as neither were ever able to find anything. 

They glared at each other before pointing at the other and saying in a mocked offended voice, "Copycat!" 

Fred dramaticly placed the back of his right hand on his forehead while his left covered his heart, as George covered his mouth with his palm as if he were close to tears. 

"I thought you two were sharing a room?" Their father questioned from the seating area that surrounded them. 

"Oh, we were, " George began with an evil glint in his eye. "Until Freddie here decided to go bunk up with his fiancé."

Fred's face immediately turned bright red in rage at his brother's obvious lie, and embarrassed as if he were still a teenager getting caught after sneaking out. 

"Wh- Lies!!" He said while looking at the crowd of a family they had pointing an accusing finger at his twin. "He kicked me out and charmed all the doors to be locked at my touch. The only one he didn't charm was Draco's."

"Oh, yeah, like you weren't thrilled you got to spend a passionate night with him." George shot back, not even bothering to hide the fact that he lied to his family.

Fred's face got impossibly redder at the accusation and instantly started for a lie to match his brother's. 

"I didn't have sex with him, you wanker. All we did was sleep in the same vicinity and talk to each other. Did we kiss maybe once or twice? Yeah!" He wouldn't deny that. "But we didn't do anything else." He stated sternly.

George just rolled his eyes but laughed either way. "Sure mate, whatever helps you sleep at night." 

Everyone else just watched silently. The twins were always like their own little soap opera. Atleast than they wouldn't have to waste money on books about drama when you live with the rulers of it. 

The twins slowly sat down across from the golden trio, plus Ginny. Their Mam and Dad were on the right of them, taking up the love seat, while they sat on a comphy couch that looked like it was rejected from the dump. It was in great condition, but it was sporting a hideous rose pattern that made the room feel smaller than it was.

The twins loved it.

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They all talked for what felt like a few hours, just sitting and enjoying each other's presence.

Fred and George were discussing new ideas for the shop's decorations. So far they've come up with extension charms for more space for all of their products. 

The crazy couples across from them were discussing Draco and Fred, and what this means now. 

"Do you think he's really nice now, or maybe it's just a act for us to believe?" Harry had asked. 

"I think he's really nice now-" Hermione and Ginny had said together before letting out a few giggles. 

Hermione quickly composed herself and shared a genuine smile. "But seriously, he's different. He's more....himself, and not the person his father wanted him to be." 

Ron and Harry looked at each other sceptically.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley we're discussing the wedding and the plans. Well, Molly was. Arthur was just listening to his wife's excited ramble. She hadn't been this happy since Bill anounced that Fluer was pregnant. 

Just as most of the conversations were reaching their stopping points,  one Draco Malfoy/ soon to be Weasley threw the front doors open with a bang. The French doors bounced off the walls, likely leaving holes in the fragile material.

He calmly walked through the doors, both of his sisters thrown over his shoulders like potato sacks, kicking and giggling. 

Draco looked exhausted, the bone deep tired kind. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt underneath a bright blue short sleeve uniform. He was sporting old jeans and the same drawn on shoes he was wearing yesterday. His head was adorned with a navy blue ball cap that made his skin look really pale.

And then Fred relized his skin was really pale.

He took one of his glamours off.  

Fred smiled brightly at him as the now blonde walked into that house, closing each door with his foot.

As Fred reached him he set the little girls down, they immediately ran away as fast as their little legs could carry them. 

He than turned to the side towards where everyone was sitting and away from Fred, slowly started leaning forward, clapping his hands once before they rwent into a mock defense type look, and purposely face planted on the floor. He landed with a dull thud, making Fred winse. 

Draco didn't make a single move, didn't want to. He just wanted to sleep wherever he could, even if it meant laying face down on a floor that hasn't been cleaned in Merlin knows how long. 

Fred slowly got down to the floor and sat with his legs crossed. He gently rubbed circles into Draco right shoulder, earning an annoyed groan in return. Fred knew Draco wasn't annoyed with him, it was just that his love had been having a rough day. 

"You okay?" Fred asked his boneless fiancé on the floor. 

Draco just simply shook his head no in response. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He questioned as he soothingly rubbed circles into the man's upper back.

This time he got a shrug. 

"Wanna go take a shower?" He asked impossibly quieter. 

Draco offered a reluctant nod. 

This, ofcourse, earned them a cat whistle from George. 

Fred shot him a glare and started to roll Draco over. He just let him, Draco was too tired to complain about not needing to be babied. 

"I'm gonna go get you a change of clothes. Stay here, okay?" Fred stated as he got up and quickly made his way out of the room of his family's prying eyes. 

Draco just hummed and spaced out while looking at the ceiling. He does that a lot. 

He was slowly starting to relax when Ginny had asked, "Are you feeling okay, Draco? You look really pale." 

Draco looked over to her from his spot on the floor with a wry smile. "That's part of my charm, love. I always look half dead without my skin glamour." 

"Oh... Why?" Was the response he got from Hermione. Guess everyone was talking to him now. 

"I don't know, I've just always been really pale. Never been able to tan." 

"So what do you look like without the glamours?" George had asked, earning himself a look of warning from his Mam. 

"Hideous." Draco replied in a monotone voice.

Ginny huffed a laugh and stated, "I doubt that." 

Draco looked back over to her, once again tearing his eyes away from the ceiling. "What do you mean, 'I doubt that.'? I am. All scarred and shit."

"You may have scars, but that doesn't mean your ugly." Hermione quipped. 

"I took my sister's to the park once, and I wasn't any wearing of my glamours that day. I shit you not, as soon as I walk over to the play area with the girls, almost every kid starts running and screaming in the other direction. Most of them cried, one kid actually had the balls to ask me what was wrong with my face." A smirk adorned the boy's features. "I told him a shark bit me in the face, and after that they based the DC villain 'Joker' off of me." 

"You have Glasgow scars?" Hermione questioned. 

Draco nodded after a minute. The only people that knew were Fred, Akemi, Anya, and Akihiko. The only reason Fred knew was because he had seen his ugly mug, and chose to be with him anyway, for some reason.

Ron opened his mouth to ask a question, but was cut off by Fred's arrival.