George knew it was wrong but he couldn't bring himself to care, he couldn't bring himself to care about the fact that loving him was wrong.
George remembered the time it was raining outside and they were sitting in the middle of the road in the pouring rain.
George sat on his lap, head on his shoulder as he hummed. Neither of them cared that it was raining, nor that they were soaking wet with rain drops falling from the tips of their hair.
George looked up at Fred, staring into his eyes.
"Hmm?" Fred hummed, his own eyes meeting George's. He didn't answer, just continued to stare, his gaze slowly trailing down to his lips.
Fred smiled, leaning forward and gently planting his lips onto George's before pulling away.
George just stared at his slightly parted lips with a blank expression on his face, laying his head back down on Fred's shoulder.
Fred let out a light chuckle, wrapping his arms around George's waist. Nothing else mattered at that moment, not the rain, not the blankness, not even the kiss. The only thing that mattered was each other.
George pulled his pencil away from the paper, the same blank expression on his face from all those years ago.
"Georgie, you ready to go yet?" Fred asked, wrapping his arms around George's shoulders from behind.
"Yeah, just one second."
'I think that was when I fell in love with him,' George marked the date on the paper before sliding it in his drawer.