everything starts somewhere. by glock.

 

It started with a kiss.

No, it didn't really. It started because they felt like it, they were bored, they grew up together, they nested in the same cradle, whatever.

What matters is that it feels good. It feels so good, so good to know that he is always gonna be there, and Fred never has to be afraid he'll be left out of the quidditch scrimmages, and George never has to worry that no one will come catch ditch frogs with him.

And when nighttime becomes as important as the day and George tells his mother with a straight face that showering with his twin saves a bundle on water expenses, he almost has her convinced. She never says anything to Arthur or the others, because her babies are all she has. And she remembers what it was like to have nothing, no one.