A brief authors note before the new chapter. This is a long one, it does include smut so 18+ only MDNI. There are mentions of death in this chapter as well. Things are going to get pretty interesting from here on out. Thank you all to the people who have been following along!
You had been many places with your family in the past, but Romania was never one of them. You were amazed by beautiful scenery. The small home you were staying in with the twins had one bedroom, they took turns sharing the bed with you, the other sleeping on the couch for the night. It had a beautiful window seat overlooking the green hills, and a clawfoot tub you could have only dreamt of. This morning you had woken much earlier than Fred and George, enjoying the quiet; you made yourself comfortable in the window seat. Taking in the views of the morning fog still rolling over the hills, you sipped your tea, you couldn’t help but to reflect on just how grateful you were for the two of them. Always making sure what you need, constantly making you smile, protecting you at every turn. Nothing about your situation was the typical dynamic that you could have imagined for yourself, but now you could not see anything else making sense.
“Room for one more?” Fred’s voice startled you back from your thoughts, causing you to jump nearly spilling your tea.
You smiled up at him, his hair a mess, sleep stills strewn across his features. You set your cup aside, opening your arms for him to join you. Fred happily climbed onto the large platform with you, resting his head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him. Melting into one another, you both fixed your gaze back to the stunning view below. He pressed gentle kisses to your jaw line,
“How did you sleep? My brother didn’t snore too loudly, did he?”
“First of all, of the two of you, you’re the snorer Freddie.”
“Am not.” A small pout formed on his face.
“Are too.”
“That’s not true, take it back.”
“Fred Gideon Weasley, I have spent more than enough time sleeping next to you to know that you, are in fact a snorer.”
“You did not just full name me this early in the morning.”
“I sure did, and I will do it again if you’re not careful.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “Fine, you win.”
“What do I win?”
“The two for one special.” George spoke up as he entered the room, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“How did you know that was exactly what I wanted?”
You adjusted your position so George could sit near your feet, he was quick to pull them across his lap; all three of you falling into place.
“So, what do you two have planned for us today?” you asked.
“We wanted to take you to the gardens today.” Fred replied.
A day in the garden with the boys sounded quite lovely, “I think I could fit that into my schedule.”
“We wrote that schedule sweetheart, so be ready by 10:30.” George instructed.
“And wear that blue sundress.” They said in unison.
***
As requested, you pulled your blue and white sundress from your luggage, laying it across your bed. You were still wrapped in your towel, your hair clipped back out of your face as you daydreamed about what the rest of today had in store for you. A pair of hands ran down your arms causing goosebumps to rise over your skin.
“Hey Freddie.” You smiled as his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“I will never understand how you can do that.”
“Do what?”
“Always tell us apart so easily, most of the time you don’t even have to look to know which one of us it is.”
“Consider it a gift.” You shrugged.
“Our own mother can’t even tell us apart on our best day. How are we supposed to switch places anymore with you around.”
“I mean I could always go if you want, leave you two to your antics.”
“Don’t you even think about it.” His grip around you tightened.
“As much as I love being wrapped up in you, if I stand here like this, I am going to be late.”
“We have a few more minutes.” He pressed a slow kiss to the pulse point in your neck, your head lulled to the side instinctually, giving him better access. He continued to kiss down your neck, enjoying the feeling you closed your eyes, melting under his touch. His hands began roaming your body as he whispered in your ear, “I don’t think I will ever understand what I did in any lifetime to deserve you.”
“Freddie…” You whined out.
He chuckled lowly, “I better leave you to get ready, or George will be upset with the both of us.”
“That is so not fair.” You protested.
“You know I will always finish what I start, but you will just have to wait. We have something special planned for you in fact.”
“Oh?” you perked up curiously.
“But I can’t ruin the surprise, so you must be patient my dear.” Without another word he disappeared back out the door, leaving you feeling more needy than ever.
***
You made your way down the stone path, taking in the various flowers of every color and shape. You wandered in awe, the twins not far behind you; carefully watching your every move. You were more scenery to them than the ever-expanding landscape. You continued further into the garden, making your way through a stone archway, you were met with what felt like a never ending field of your favorite flowers. In every direction as far as your eyes could see. Turning back to the twins, you were met with a look of pride shared between the two of them.
“You knew?”
“Why do you think we picked this garden of all others?” George answered.
You smiled turning back around, no one had ever paid that much attention to the things that you enjoyed. Your heart felt so full, your cheeks flushed a bright pink as you continued towards the flowers, stopping to softly touch the petals. You felt the twins’ approach either side of you, George’s hand rested on your lower back, Fred interlocked his fingers with yours. Right here in this moment you knew you were destined to find yourself here. Surrounded by Fred and George, enveloped in their care and love for you.
“We got you something.” They both stated.
“What do you mean?” You looked up at them puzzled.
Fred outstretched his hand that was not interlocked with his, resting in his hand was a necklace. A gold flower identical to the ones in front of you, on either side of the petals was a crystal gem; one purple and one orange. It was perfect, the two of them on one piece of jewelry.
“We wanted to find you something that represented all three of us.” Fred spoke.
Tears threatened to spill over your eyes, you couldn’t look up at either of them for fear that you would not be able to hold them back.
George spoke softly, “If you don’t like it-”
“I love it. Can you help me put it on?” You held your hair up, allowing George to wrap the necklace around your neck. “Thank you both so much, you really didn’t have to do this.”
“We wanted to.” They reassured you in unison.
“I love you both so much, truly I can not express enough my gratitude for this entire trip, for everything you both do for me.”
“You must not understand just how much you mean to us sweetheart.” Fred said.
“I think I am beginning to.”
***
Freds hand was clamped down over your mouth, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. His fingers plunging deep within your soaked core, his thumb rubbing slow, strong circles on your clit. “So tense baby, let me take care of you, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in your ear, kissing his way down your jaw. Fred had his mind set on providing you with some relief and comfort the best way he knew how. Reaching down your hand grabbing hold of his throbbing cock, his breath hitched at your touch. “Now, now sweetheart, this is about you tonight.” His fingers angled upwards pushing on that sensitive spot you so desperately needed, your needy moans growing louder behind his hand. Your legs were shaking, struggling to catch your breath as the knot in your lower abdomen tightened. Fred leaned down taking your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it, grazing it gently with his teeth. Your back arched up off the bed as your release pooled below your thighs.
Stars filled your vision, Freds voice easing you back down to Earth, “That’s my girl, you’re doing so good for me.” Your eyes fluttered, his hand moved from your mouth to your cheek, pulling your gaze up to him. As Fred removed his fingers you whined at the feeling of emptiness, a pout finding your lips. “Tell me what you need, I’ll give you anything you want.” Tightening your grip on his hard cock you pleaded, “fuck me Freddie, please. I need you inside of me.” A satisfied chuckle escaped him.
“As you wish my love, on your side.”
Not wanting to waste any time, you rolled onto your side, your back facing him. Freds long arms wrapping around your waist pulling you close to him, his hand reaching between you, running the thick head of his cock through your wet folds. A deep groan leaving his chest, whispering in your ear, “you’re so wet baby, are you are you ready for me?”
Pushing your hips back to meet his, causing him to slip inside of you. A moan louder than you had expected left the both of you in unison. His fingers digging into your hip, gliding you further onto his length until he had bottomed out inside of you. Pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size. He waited for your nod to keep going, he thrust into you at an agonizingly slow pace. You rocked your hips back against him, desperately craving more.
“Slow down, you know I will give you what you need. Let me take my time with you.”
“Please Freddie.”
“Baby, I don’t want to finish too early. You feel too fucking good right now.”
His praises caused you to clamp down on him, prompting him to pause his movements. “You can’t do that either, I am not going to make it.”
“Sweet boy, please fuck me harder, I want you to fill me up. Please.”
“You better be quiet then unless you want my brother to hear what I am doing to you in here. He is asleep on the other side of that wall.”
You nodded, part of you secretly hoped that George was on the other side of the door listening. Your attention quickly being pulled back to Fred as his hips started slamming into you at a rapid pace. Angling your hips slightly, the head of Freds cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. As another climax was rushing towards you, your moans became louder and shakier. His hand snaked between your legs to meet your swollen clit.
“Unless you want him to hear you, does my sweet girl want my brother to hear how good I’m making her feel?”
Your head fell back onto his shoulder, his words only pushing you further into ecstasy. You were not sure why the idea of George hearing you excited you; but you could not deny how much wetter you were at the suggestion. Freds teeth grazing your neck moving up towards your ear.
He removed his hand from your mouth, pulling yours away with it. “Then let him hear it baby.”
His rolled his hips up into you, causing breathy moans to leave you, “Oh f-fuck.”
“That’s my good girl. That’s my good fucking girl. Do you want him to come in here and help me? Is that what my girl needs? Another cock to fill her up huh?”
You nodded biting down on your bottom lip, you were feeling needier than ever.
“Then call him in here.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with that Freddie? You want to share me?”
A low chuckle left him as he slowed his hips. “Darling, don’t you remember I told you we had a surprise in store for you?” He pushed himself into you deeper, which seemed nearly impossible with how full you had felt. You struggled to keep your eyes open with how good you were feeling.
***
You laid there, waiting and wondering what the two had in store for you. Covered in nothing but a light sheet and a mixture of yours and Fred’s sweat, you were going impatient. The door pushed open slowly, you looked up to find both boys standing in the doorway a look of desire and mischief spread across their faces.
“So, we wanted to put a theory to the test.” George spoke first.
“And what would that be?” You asked.
“Well, you always seem to be able to tell us apart so easily when no one else can, you claim to even be able to do that with your eyes closed…” Fred trailed off, lifting a thick piece of silk ribbon.
“So, as long as you were comfortable with this, we wanted to see how much of us was all that similar.” George continued.
You smiled up at them, “Now you see, it’s not all the ways you are similar, its all of the ways you differ that allow me to tell you apart. I will play your little game, seems there is no way for me to lose now is there?”
***
With the ribbon securely tied over your eyes, you suddenly felt more exposed than ever, a wave of nervousness rushed over you.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” They both spoke from above you.
“I do want to do this, just don’t want to mess up my perfect score.” You joked trying to defuse the tension.
“If you do, we promise we won’t tell anyone.” They responded in unison.
A silent conversation between the two of them must have been shared as you sat there waiting to see who would touch you first. A soft touch to your inner thighs caused you to jump slightly, a set of fingertips trailed up closer to where you so desperately needed. You felt their fingers ghost over your clit so gently you weren’t even sure you truly felt their touch. A light tap was pressed onto your chin prompting you to open your mouth, which you happily obliged. Two fingers pressed over your tongue; you instinctually wrapped your tongue around them. The fingers were removed from your mouth, a warm drop of spit landed on your clit from one of the boys, their fingers now adding your own spit to your swollen bud, circling over it. Pleasure shot through your entire body as the perfect amount of pressure was pressed against you.
“Georgie.” You moaned out.
“That’s right.” He answered adding a light smack to your clit. A surprised moan filling the space between you. “Next round.”
His hands pulled away from you, a whine of protest passing your lips. With no warning you felt a tongue push its way through your folds pulling your clit between their teeth, sucking on it without mercy. Your back arched from the bed as euphoric moans escaped you. You felt two fingers brush against your entrance before being pushed deep within you, angled perfectly to hit that spot you loved so much. Between the perfect amount of suction on your clit and how precisely the fingers were fucking into you, your legs began shaking as your orgasm built. Your hands instinctually moved to his hair, a hand roughly pushed yours away, as all contact swiftly stopped.
“If you want to cum you’re going to have to guess.” They said together.
Your head was buzzing with your orgasm so near, you breathlessly spoke, “That’s still Georgie.”
A chuckle was shared between the two, “She’s better than I thought Fred, we may have our work cut out for us here.”
You smiled knowing the difference in their voices easily, “Talking in the third person, are we?”
Without warning George’s mouth fell back onto your core, his tongue around your entrance, lapping up your arousal. A strong swipe of his tongue moved back up to your clit, rolling and twisting over it. His fingers pushed back inside, fucking up into you relentlessly. You felt Fred’s mouth latch onto your nipple, his hand caressing your other breast. Your hips bucked forward, only to be wrapped with Georges free arm holding them in place. Fred kissed his way up your neck to your ear, speaking lowly to you, “Cum for him my love, you have earned it.”
This pushed your orgasm over the edge, your head lulled back as euphoria overtook you. Your leg wrapped around Georges shoulders holding him in place as he continued to fuck his fingers up into you, he let out a deep moan on your clit, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure. As your orgasm concluded, your limbs fell limp around you. Fred and George lowly whispering praises to you as you returned down to earth.
You fought to catch your breath as all contact from the twins concluded. Your mind was completely blank as you felt one of them position themselves between your legs. You felt the thick head of a cock running through your folds as it inched its way inside of you, stopping momentarily as it reached halfway. Two small taps to your abdomen prompted you to give your next guess.
“Freddie.” Was all you could get out, still breathless from your last orgasm.
“Good girl.” He spoke thrusting his hips forward to fully fill you. He slowly began fucking you, rolling his hips at the perfect rhythm, you could feel your walls clamping down on him. Your next orgasm was already quickly building.
Your mouth fell agape as soft whines left you, your hands gripped the sheets below you, trying to find something to ground you. A firm grip met your throat causing your eyes to roll back in your head behind the makeshift blindfold. You could recognize George’s touch as he spoke directly to Fred, “Do you think she has proven her point, or should we keep going?”
“Keep going.” You pleased under his touch; Fred chuckled above you.
“As she wishes.” Fred responded, then swiftly pulled his cock out of you, once again leaving you feeling empty.
A set of hands lifted your hips, as a pillow was propped under your hips angling them upwards.
“Tell us what you really want.” They spoke in unison. “Come on, use your words for us.”
You felt nervous to admit what you truly needed in this moment, “I-I need both of you.”
In one swift motion George pushed himself into you, his hips slamming into yours. You were on the brink of overstimulation, and it felt so good. “Georgie!”
Even this fucked out you could tell them apart. “God damn, even after my brother has been in here fucking you senseless, you’re still so god damn tight.” He pulled his hips back slightly, slamming back into you, rolling his hips in a circular motion.
You felt Fred approach the side of the bed turning your head towards him, you opened your mouth willingly. The heavy head of his cock fell on your tongue before he reached up to pull your blind fold off. “I need those eyes on me baby.”
Gripping the base of his cock, you kept your eyes locked on his. Enjoying how intensely he was watching your every move, you pressed slow wet kisses up the base to the tip. His jaw fell slack, his eyebrows furrowed together, “oh fuck…” left him just loud enough for you to hear. You wrapped your lips around the tip, pulling in the salty but sweet taste.
George continued to fuck into you at a rapid pace, causing you to jolt forward, pushing Fred’s cock deeper into your mouth. You moaned around his thick length as Fred began fucking into your mouth, both thrusting in unison with one another. You felt their hands roaming your body as they used you completely. You fought to keep your eyes up at Fred as, yet another orgasm rushed through your system.
Fred and Georges hips both hurried to catch their own climaxes, as they reveled in the way you felt around them.
“That’s our good girl, taking us so well.” They spoke.
Fred’s hips faltered first, pushing as deep as he could into your mouth as hot ribbons of his cum poured down your throat. He pulled out leaving a string of saliva and cum falling from you. Georges hands met your thighs pushing your legs back further to gain better access. His hips pounded into you rapidly, you moaned loudly as he continued.
“Fuck, I am about to fill this pretty pussy baby, are you ready?” He asked.
You nodded up at him, unable to form words at this point. George pushed his hips flush with yours cumming deeply within you before collapsing above you.
You laid there a limp, dripping mess, fighting to catch your breath. Unable to move or open your eyes at this point. After a few moments you felt two sets of hands on you, warm wash cloths being run up your legs, cleaning you gently. The twins worked in unison to pull clean pajamas over you. George repositioning you as Fred changed the sheets around you, tucking you in snuggly. A gentle kiss being pressed against either temple by each of them, before letting into the exhaustion falling asleep.
***
The twins had allowed you to sleep most of the next morning, only awakening to the sound of their banter from the other room. You opened your eyes to find a steaming cup of your favorite tea on the bedside table waiting for you. Making your way to your feet you were met with the undeniable ache in your thighs and hips. You took a moment to find your balance before tiptoeing your way to the living room. You did not want to disrupt them as they were deep, you turned back around making your way to the bathroom. A bubble bath in that tub sounded amazing right now, they could come find you when they were done.
You slid your way into the warm water, your muscles already thanking you for the relief. The aroma of the bath oil filling your senses as you sunk lower below the bubbles. Resting your head back on the tub you sat looking up at the ceiling, a blush filling your cheeks reminiscing about the events of the night before. Your hand reached up to grasp the necklace from the twins, you could never deny how much they loved you. Nor could you deny how deeply you loved them in return. Nothing could have prepared you for the relationship between the three of you, but you were so grateful for everything they have done for you.
Dipping your head below the water, you ran your hands through your hair before resurfacing. Opening your eyes you were shocked to find you were no longer within the bathroom, looking around you could have sworn you were back at Hogwarts, but the walls looked crumbled and worn. A blue hue coated your sight, your mind quickly flashed back to your divination classes, you were having a vision. You had not had a vision since you dropped the class, why now? You stepped out of the water onto the marble flooring, grateful your robe was still draped over the edge of the tub, wrapping yourself with it. You were in the basement of the castle; groups of students ran past you without being able to see or hear you.
You made your way deeper through the halls, searching for a reason as to why you had been brought here. A commotion to your right caught your attention, it was Fred and Percy. You watched closely as they fought side by side. Percy said something you could not hear, causing Fred to laugh, as he turned to respond to Percy, a large explosion rang out. As the smoke cleared you saw Fred lying on the ground not moving.
“No!” You screamed out, running to his side. As you approached him, a blue mist overtook your vision, only clearing to bring you into the great hall. You saw yourself laying across Fred’s lifeless form, sobbing into his chest. George was holding onto Ron, both sobbing as Molly sat behind Fred on the floor brushing his hair back. The look on George’s face was unlike anything you had ever seen. You could not bring yourself to look at Fred’s face, his hands covered in scrapes and dirt.
The version of you in the vision quickly jumped to your feet, you took off running back into the battle. George calling out for you begging you to stop, you completely ignored his pleading. You followed yourself into the courtyard, watching as you dueled with multiple death eaters, each of them finding the same fate at your hand. Tears streamed down your face as you battled fiercely against the others. After nearly a dozen death eaters were strewn across the ground around you, you fell to your knees. An earth-shattering scream left you as you clutched your chest.
The blue mist took over your sight, your breath quickened terrified of what you would see next. You were at the burrow, standing in front of George who looked absolutely shattered.
“You can’t leave me! Please don’t do this!” he rang out.
“George I can not do this anymore! I can not continue to look at you and see his face every day. It is destroying me!”
“I have already lost my brother, please don’t walk away from me. Without you both, I have nothing! I love you, have I not proven this?”
“I love you too, more than you can ever understand Georgie, but I can’t do this anymore.” You watched as you walked away from George.
Once again, the blue mist covered your eyesight, once again finding yourself at the burrow. Your hair was shorter, you were sat in the living room, Ginny sat on one side of you, Molly on the other. Arthur stood at the window his hand covering his mouth as he watched out the window silently. Ginny holding your hand seemingly consoling you, Molly brushed your hair back.
“He’s coming.” Arthur spoke. A look of panic washed over your face as you looked up at Ginny.
“Don’t worry, we will stay with you.” She reassured you.
George walked in the front door, seeing Arthur first, “what is that look about?” He asked, not yet noticing your presence on the couch.
“Hey Georgie.” Your shaky voice rang out.
All the color drained from his face as he turned to you, “What are you doing here?”
“I knew I shouldn’t have come.” You said to Molly, tears welling in your eyes.
Arthur’s hand clamped down on George’s shoulder, “You are going to hear her out.”
“She abandons me when I need her most, disappears for months, and I should hear her out? You’ve gone mad.”
“George Weasley, I know that I raised you better than that. Now you listen to what she has to say.” Molly spoke sternly as she stood.
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Fine, you want the floor, you have it.”
You shared a look with Ginny as she helped you to your feet, Georges eyes fell to your swollen abdomen. Shock flushed through his features as his eyes flashed between Arthur and Molly. Arthur nodding at him.
“You’re pregnant?” He asked, his tone softening.
You nodded, unable to fully meet his gaze. “It would seem that the last night the three of us shared before… before we all lost Fred, was a bit more productive than we thought.”
“Is it- who’s is it?” He was frozen in place, not sure what answer he was looking for.
“Doctors say there is no way to know for sure.” You answered.
“When did you find out?”
“A couple weeks after I left.” George opened his mouth to respond, Ginny shot him a glance telling him that he needed to let you finish. “I didn’t know what to do, the loss of Fred nearly buried me right with him, the hurt of everything that happened made me so angry. Looking at you I was constantly reminded of him, which slowly became too much for me. Turns out that on top of the grief and loss, I was also experiencing the mood swings thanks to these two.” You rubbed your stomach.
“These two?” George was sure his knees were going to give out from below him.
You chuckled slightly, “Yeah, seems the twin gene only was passed on.”
Looking back up you were met with George standing in front of you, “So, what does it mean that you are back?”
“I am going to leave that up to you, I miss you so much, leaving was a mistake. I can understand if you hate me, if you want nothing to do with me or the babies, but I had to tell you. I am sorry it took me so long.”
He reached out to touch your stomach, pausing nervously. You grabbed his shaky hand, closing the distance between you. He smiled weakly as tears began streaming down his face.
The blue mist cleared pulling you back into the tub. You were gasping for air as you attempted to regain your composure. You hurried out of the water, pulling a towel around yourself. Everything you had been shown had happened so fast, you could barely comprehend everything you saw. You hurried your way back down the hall to find the twins. They were still deep in conversation, your presence pulling their attention. Concern rushed over them as they noted your panicked expression, both rushing to your side.
“What happened?” Fred asked, looking you over.
Gripping onto his shirt, you buried your face into his chest breaking down into tears. His arms wrapped around you protectively. George moved behind you to go check the bathroom for any signs of what had happened.
He returned shaking his head at his brother, “Sweet girl, please talk to us.”
Between choked sobs, “I- had a v-vision.”
“You’re back now, its okay.” They said in unison.
You knew you could not tell them what you had seen, but you also knew you had to do something to change it. You would not be losing either of them, no matter what it cost.
Authors note: Thank you all for the love of the past few chapters! There may be a bit more time between this chapter and the next as it is going to be a bigger chapter. I love hearing your feedback!
Fred was finishing assisting a customer when George walked into the store to relieve him from his shift. He could not ignore the smug look on his brothers face as he approached the counter. That was when he noticed the deep purple marks peeking up over the collar of his shirt.
“Quick visit before work?” Fred asked, motioning to Georges neck.
George tried biting back a smile, his cheeks flushing pink, “I am not the type to kiss and tell.”
Fred chuckled crossing his arms, “Where is she now?”
“Recovering back at the apartment.” George responded coyly with a shrug.
“Recovering? What did you do to her.”
“Nothing she didn’t enjoy; don’t you worry your pretty little head.” He said turning to busy himself with something on the shelf behind him.
***
Quietly entering the apartment, Fred kicked off his shoes at the door, locking it behind him. He listened for any signs of you being awake as he moved down the hallway towards the bedrooms. He was unsure whose bed you would be curled up in, peeking through his own door first, finding it empty. He crossed the hall to Georges room, finding your sleeping form under the covers. Crossing back into his own room, he took his work suit off, pulling on a more comfortable pair of pants and t-shirt. He knew that he should leave you to rest, but he could not resist the urge to hold you after a long day. He carefully crawled in next to you, doing his best not to wake you. Instinctually you rolled over nuzzling your face into his chest. Fred wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer, the stressors of the day instantly melted off him. Your leg slung up over his waist, without opening your eyes, you spoke softly, “Welcome home Freddie.”
“How did you know it was me?”
You shrugged, “Even with my eyes closed, I can always tell you two apart.”
He chuckled, “We may just have to test that theory some time.”
“I like the sound of that.” Your fingers ran up his side gently, causing goosebumps to spread over his skin. “Did you have a good day?”
He let out a heavy sigh, “It was okay, we definitely need to hire some more staff with the way things have been going. We just can’t keep up with the number of customers lately.”
You propped yourself up on your arm, giving him a concerned look, “Did something happen? You seem tense.” You brushed his hair back, watching him closely.
“Nothing in particular, don’t get me wrong I am so grateful that the store is doing so well, I just never expected everything to happen so fast. It has been months, and the lines are still around the block.”
“Well, that’s your fault.”
“Excuse me?”
“If your products hadn’t been so well crafted, and you hadn’t been so nice, maybe people would avoid your store.”
“Is that how you see it?”
“Yeah, you are just too good.”
He quickly flipped you on your back, slotting himself between your legs, hovering above you. “Too good huh?”
“You heard what I said Weasley, too damn good.”
He leaned down to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours gently for only a moment. You placed your hand on the side of his face holding him in place, not yet ready to disconnect from him. After a few more moments, he pulled away, brushing your nose with his, placing his forehead on your own.
“I owe you so much.” He whispered to you.
“You don’t owe me anything Freddie, what are you talking about?”
“You were one of our first supporters, you believed in us. I had always felt the pieces of me were floating around, never fully connecting. Then you walked into my life, slowly but surely you pulled all those pieces back together. You keep me focused on what I should be doing, you give me motivation to keep going.”
You looked up at him, your heart swelling at his words as he spoke. You could feel the sincerity in his words, for once in your life you were left speechless. Pulling him back down you kissed him deeply, holding him close. The kiss you shared was filled with passion, his hands roamed your body as you tangled your hands in his hair, your leg wrapping its way around his waist pulling him in closer.
He pulled away enough to speak in between kisses, “either we have to stop, or we have to get out of my brothers’ bed.”
You giggled, “So you can share the girl, but not the bed?” you pushed your hips up to his grinding your core over his hardening cock. A small whimper left his lips, pinning your hips down to the bed, trying to hold his composure.
“You make a good point.” He pulled your shirt over your head, his lips pressing down your chest. His tongue glided its way to your nipple, pulling it into his mouth, his hand caressing the other. His soft touch made your skin feel as if it was vibrating with need. Moving to the other side, sure to give both nipples an equal amount of attention, his hand snaked between your legs and under the waistband of your shorts. His fingers ghosted over your swollen bud, causing your hips to roll forward to meet his touch.
“Don’t worry love, you know I will take good care of you.” His fingers moved lower, teasing your entrance, making you whine.
“Please Freddie, I can’t handle any teasing right now.”
“Need me that bad, do you?”
You nodded quickly, pleading with him silently. He removed his hand from under your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs leaving wet kisses along your thighs. His kisses always stopping short of where you needed him most, leaving you more and more frustrated. He sat back on his knees, pulling his throbbing cock from his pants, pumping his hand over it a couple of times. You watched him carefully, growing wetter at the sight of him touching himself. Hovering back over you he lined himself up, pushing into you slowly.
Your eyes rolled back as his fingers met your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure as he continued to ease his way inside of you. His mouth finding its way back to your nipple as he sucked on it gently. A weak moan left your lips as he thrusted all the way in, not giving you any time to adjust he pulled back slightly only to press his hips forward once again.
“Is this what you had in mind?” He asked.
“More, I need more Freddie.”
“Anything you want my love.” He pushed your legs back giving him a better angle, sitting himself up to enjoy the view. Pulling most of the way out, he spit down onto his cock, pushing it back inside of you with greater ease. He kept his pace slow and deep, pulling breathy moans from you. Reaching down to rub your clit, he swatted your hand away, “let me take care of you.” He replaced your fingers with his, swirling them over your clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through your body.
“Th-that f-feels so good.” Your hands entangled into the sheets, his hips rolling into yours at the same slow pace.
“I love fucking you like this, just taking my time with you.” he said lowly.
You could feel your climax approaching, chasing your high you moved your hips to meet his rhythm. Fred shifted, leaning back over you, his arms resting on either side of your head, your lips meeting roughly. You both continued to rock your hips together, collectively moaning against one another’s lips.
“Let go baby, I can’t hold on much longer.” He pleaded, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
You flipped the two of you, bracing yourself with both hands on his chest. You immediately started rolling your hips faster, his hands found your hips guiding you over his length. The tight coil in your abdomen finally snapped, your orgasm washing over you. You could feel yourself clamping down on him, pushing him over the edge. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough you were sure you would have bruises from his grip. You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing hard, hearts beating rapidly.
***
You were cuddled up with Fred on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you flipped the pages of your book. At first reading over your shoulder, he eventually asked you to read the story out loud to him. Only stopping when you heard George’s key turning in the lock, both of you looking up to greet him. He looked exhausted as he flopped down into the armchair across from you, throwing his head back in a huff. Fred bumped your shoulder with his, motioning over to his brother, silently telling you to go check on him. Standing from the couch, you sat across George’s lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place.
“Rough shift?” you asked him.
“Yeah, but I got it all done.” He responded, lifting his head to look at Fred. “Did you tell her?”
You looked back and forth between the twins, feeling extremely confused. “Tell me what?”
“No, I wanted to wait for you to get home too.”
“Thanks for waiting for me Fred. I was really hoping you would.”
“Tell. Me. What?” You were growing impatient with their antics.
“She can never just wait, can she?” George joked.
“I don’t know what we are going to do with her.” Fred responded
You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes. You knew they would tell you eventually, if you continued to ask they would only continue to withhold information.
“Alright, alright.” They said in unison.
“None of us are going to work for the rest of the week.” George informed you.
“But its only Monday, what are you on about?” You felt even more confused than before.
“Well, we were talking about how we have not been taking the best care of you lately with everything going on at the store.” Fred began.
“So, we decided to break one of your golden rules of not making decisions for you, but we think you will like this one.” George continued.
“We are taking you with us to see Charlie in Romania.” They said together.
“We leave tomorrow after breakfast, he’s letting us stay in one of his cabins for the remainer of the week, we get to see the dragons he has been working with, enjoy the scenery, and most importantly spend some much needed one on one, on one time together. No distractions.” Fred stated.
You sat silently, taking in all the information they just threw at you. The idea of just the three of you, for any period of time, no work to worry about, you couldn’t have been happier. You watched the twins as a shared look of panic overtook them.
“Please don’t be upset with us, we just really wanted to surprise you.” They said together.
“I’m not mad. I just don’t know how to respond, no one has ever done something this nice for me before.”
A noticeable sigh of relief was exchanged between the two, as they smiled at one another.
“I guess I will have to run home in the morning to pack my bags.”
“Yeah, about that…” Fred trailed off, looking between the chair and the wall. You followed his gaze to find your suitcase clearly packed.
“Ginny?” you asked.
“Ginny.” They both responded.
George pressed a kiss to your temple, “Not that I don’t love having you in my lap darling, but I would really prefer to get out of these work clothes.”
You stood from his lap, positioning yourself back next to Fred, as he retreated to the bedrooms.
“Hey guys?” George called from down the hall.
“Yeah?” you both responded.
“Where did my sheets go?”
Both of you laughed, trying to figure out how to tell him why they were in the wash.
SMUT AHEAD- this chapter has not been proofread. Had a heavy dose of George on the brain today, had to write this little blurb.
You stood in the bathroom mirror, ringing your hair out in a towel, Geroge walked up behind you turning his head to get a better look at his neck. Seeing the purple marks spread across his skin, a pink blush filled your cheeks.
“Well, there is no hiding these now is there?” he said, brushing his fingers over the bruises.
You looked up at him in the mirror, “Well technically, I was just doing what you told me to do.”
He leaned down planting a kiss in the crook of your neck, “I guess you’ve got me there, just going to make work interesting.”
“Should keep those groupies off of you while I’m not there.” You joked.
“Jealous, are we?”
“Possessive and jealous are two different things Georgie.”
“Lucky for you, I’m both.” He gave a quick slap to your ass before exiting the bathroom.
You weren’t sure where all his newfound confidence towards you had come from, but you sure were not complaining about it.
***
After dressing yourself in your spare set of clothes, you made your way to the kitchen. Putting a kettle of hot water on to the stove to make yourself a cup of tea. Turning around, you found George standing in the doorway, rolling up the sleeves of his collared shirt, his untied tie resting around his neck.
“Are you going into work yet?” You looked at the clock, noting it was much later than his usual start time.
“Yeah, they needed someone to take the late shift, figured it is my store, I can do it. Fred took the morning.”
“You know that you could have asked me, right? I do work there you know.”
“And risk the chance of missing what just happened in the shower? Not on your life sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes, closing the space between you, “come here, let me help you.” Standing toe to toe with him, you reached up grabbing hold of his tie, going to assist him with the knot. An idea crossed your mind that you could not ignore; using it as leverage you pulled him down to you. Kissing him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling away with it gently before releasing it.
“Careful now.” He spoke lowly, sending shivers down your spine.
“What am I doing?” You gave him your best innocent look.
“If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I may just have to teach you how to.”
Interlocking your fingers into the belt loops of his pants, you pulled him even closer to you, “You really want me to keep my hands off of you Georgie?”
He took a deep inhale through his nose, “that does it.” He spun you around pulling your arms behind your back, pulling his tie from his neck, he wrapped your wrists with it, tying it tightly. You could feel his hardening length brushing against you, testing his limits you pushed your hips back grinding against him.
“Oh, you are just insatiable aren’t you.”
You nodded, trying to palm him through his pants with your hands bound together. He grabbed your shoulders, guiding you to bend yourself over the counter, quick to pull your shorts down your thighs.
“If you really can’t get enough, then who am I to deny you?” He planted kisses to your back, kicking your feet to spread your legs open further.
“Please give me everything you have Georgie.”
He let out a low chuckle, “Oh you don’t know what you’re asking for baby. For now, we have 10 minutes before I have to leave for my shift.”
“Well, get on with it then Weasley.” This earned you a swift smack between your legs, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through your core.
“Have it your way.” He lined himself up with your entrance, pushing himself all the way into you.
“Fuck baby, you’re still so fucking wet for me.” He grabbed your bound wrists to use as leverage, leaning back to watch how easily he could fuck into you. His hips quickly finding a perfect rhythm threatening to pull yet another orgasm from you. Seeing how your body was responding to his touch, it only turned him on more, his hips snapping into you harder.
You could feel yourself coming undone around him, every thrust hitting exactly where you needed. You pushed your hips back against him, desperate for more. A firm slap landed on your ass causing you to clench down on him. “You like that don’t you?”
Trying to nod against the counter, another spank caused a high-pitched squeak to leave you. “Did we forget the rules already? Words baby.”
“Yes, I like when you spank me, Georgie.”
“That’s my girl.” Another slap landed on your ass, his hand rubbing against the spot, easing the sting. He continued fucking into you with aggressive pace, your legs were shaking under you, at risk of giving out.
“I’m so close, please don’t stop.”
“I have no intention on stopping.”
He snaked his arm around your waist, his fingers pressing against your neglected clit, drawing slow circles against it. His other arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you up against his chest, brushing his nose against your neck. Speaking directly into your ear, “You have no idea, do you? You don’t have any idea how much I fucking love you. Its not a question of if I would die for you or if I would kill for you, because baby I would do both, but above all, I would live for you.”
The contrast of how hard he was thrusting into you and his sweet words was all it took to cause your orgasm to crash over you. You fought hard against his tie on your wrists, gripping the fabric of his shirt. You could not hold back the volume of your moans, his name rolling across your tongue as your head fell back onto his shoulder. Coming down from your orgasm, you expected him to slow to allow you to catch your breath. To your surprise, he added more pressure to your over stimulated clit, his hips never slowing. You squirmed beneath his touch, “Georgie please, its too much.”
“You love it, and you know it. You’re going to give me one more.”
You fought to keep your eyes open, euphoria washing over your skin. He was fucking into you at a rapid pace, the knot in your abdomen at risk of snapping once again. “I can’t wait to walk into work covered in your cum, only the two of us knowing the dirty things we have been up to.”
George placed a smack to your already overstimulated clit, causing you to cum harder than before. Your walls clamped down on his cock, pulling a deep moan from his chest. His thrusts starting to lose their uniform rhythm, his breathing becoming shakier. “Oh fuck.” He pushed his hips into yours as deep as he could, thick ribbons of cum filling you. His hand slammed onto the counter, holding himself up, his other hand still wrapped around your waist keeping you upright.
***
George softly ran a warm washcloth between your legs before helping you pull your shorts back up over your hips. He held your hands, assisting you into his bed, tucking you under the blankets. Placing a kiss to your forehead, he checked his watch. “I really have to get going, but I will be back as soon as I can.”
Your eyes had already closed, your body melting into the bed, surrounded by the smell of him on his pillow. He stood back, taking in the sight of you wrapped up in his sheets, post orgasm glow radiating across your skin. He smiled to himself, trying to comprehend how he had gotten himself here. He desperately wanted to crawl in next to you, but the minute hand of his watch was calling out to him to leave. Turning to make his way out the door, your voice caused him to stop dead in his tracks.
pt 13 *CW SMUT* this chapter is just porn, no plot
Using the key the twins had provided you with, you entered their apartment. You had expected no one to be home, yet you were met with the sound of the shower running. Georges shoes were next to the door, his keys on the hook. He must have left work early for some reason. Not wanting to disturb him, you made your way to Freds bedroom. You kicked off your shoes, throwing yourself across the bed. You pulled out your book, ready to unwind after a long day. The soft echo of running water giving the perfect background noise to turn off your thoughts and drift away into the pages.
At first you were unsure if you actually were hearing what you thought you were. Now paying closer attention, you could not deny it. Deep, needy moans were coming from under the bathroom door. George must have been touching himself. The shock of what was happening went directly between your legs, your stomach flipping. You could feel heat rising to your cheeks, trying to ignore it you tried to get back to your reading. The words on the page seemed to have a mind of their own, twisting and turning away from your concentration. His moans becoming louder, your thighs squeezed together, trying to give yourself some form of relief. You felt dirty for being so turned on when George had no idea you were here.
Maybe if you were quick, you could make yourself cum before he even shut off the water. Flipping onto your back, you unzipped your pants, sliding your fingers into your underwear. You couldn’t believe how wet you already were, dipping your fingers inside yourself, pulling the wetness to your clit, rubbing it slowly. George let out another loud moan, encouraging you further, you sped up your fingers. A moan of your own escaping you as you felt the knot in your lower abdomen tightening quickly. That’s when you heard it, your own name escaping George followed by a slurry of profanities. Undeniably he was thinking of you touching himself, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Jumping up from the bed, you hurried to the bathroom door. Without knocking, you opened the door, quietly shutting it back behind you. Pulling the shower curtain, you found him exactly how you had imagined him. His hard cock in his hand, pumping over the red angry tip. Taking him by surprise he attempted to cover himself.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Move over.”
“What?”
“I said move over Georgie I’m coming in.” You stepped under the running water, clothes still on, his hands instantly finding your hips pulling you in closely. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, your eyes locking with one another. For a moment you stood watching each other, both silently asking permission to move. You pulled him closer, prompting him to crash his lips into yours. He kissed you as if he was trapped in a snowstorm and you were a warm fire, awakening his frozen limbs. He made quick work pulling your drenched shirt up over your head, tossing it onto the floor below you. His lips found your neck, biting and sucking everywhere he could.
Letting out a breathy moan, you struggled to pull your pants off. Always the gentleman, George came to your aide, kissing his way down your body, getting down onto his knees sliding them down the rest of the way along with your panties. The sight of your naked, wet body was almost too much for him to handle. His hands traveled up your thighs, gripping one, he threw it over his shoulder. Causing a giggle of anticipation to escape you.
“Keep that up, I dare you.” His pupils were so blown you could no longer see the color of his iris. “Your eyes stay on me, do you understand?”
You bit your bottom lip, nodding down at him. A harsh slap met the swell of your ass, enough to have left a handprint behind. “Use your words so I know you understand me. I won’t ask again.”
“Yes sir, I understand.” You responded, causing him to groan at you calling him sir.
“That’s a good girl.” Without warning he dove into your pussy, instantly wrapping his tongue around your clit. Your hands found their way into his hair, holding on for dear life as he sucked and hummed around your core. Sliding a finger into your soaked pussy, he pumped it quickly making your knees go weak.
“Fuck, just like that.” His eyes stayed locked on yours, rolling his tongue over your swollen bud. He pushed in a second finger, curling them upwards to reach that spot that drove you crazy. Your legs had begun to shake around him, after playing with yourself before entering the shower, your orgasm was rapidly approaching.
“I can feel how tightly you’re squeezing onto my fingers, how am I going to be able to fuck this tight cunt?” His words pushed you closer to the edge, your head resting back on the shower wall, he pulled his fingers from you leaving you empty. A dissatisfied whine left you, looking back down at him.
“I told you that you had to keep your eyes on me, now you have to wait to cum.” Pushing your leg off his shoulder he stood up, towering over you.
“But Georgie-” His hand clamped over your mouth.
“Do not Georgie me sweet thing, you didn’t listen to the rules, now I get to fuck this sweet pussy and you will wait to cum until I say its okay. Do I make myself clear?” Removing his hand, he awaited your answer.
“Yes, I will wait until you say I can cum. I promise I will be good.” Wrapping his hand around your throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze.
“You better not hold back any of those perfect noises you make; I want to know exactly how good I am making you feel.” You wrapped one leg around his waist, pushing your back against the shower wall, snaking your arms around his shoulders. With his free hand he reached down, slapping his heavy cock against your clit. Positioning himself with your entrance, he pushed his hips forward slowly, stretching you open. Your eyebrows furrowed, jaw going slack at the delicious sting as he inched his way deeper inside of you.
Bottoming out, George halted his movements allowing you to adjust to his thick size. “Ready baby?”
“Please move.” His hips moved in a circular motion, his pelvis providing perfect friction to your throbbing clit. Once again you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. He began thrusting up into you at a rapid pace, desperate moans falling from the both of you.
He removed his hand from your throat, roughly grabbing your jaw. “Open up.”
Remembering what he had said before you kept your eyes locked to his, opening your mouth to him, sticking your tongue out slightly. Satisfied with your response, a small smile spread on his face, he then spit into your mouth. Watching how it slid down your tongue, his pace increased. Closing your mouth, you swallowed it. “Can you taste yourself? How sweet you are?”
At this point your brain was mush, your legs weak, you couldn’t respond to him. Where the shy nervous George had once stood, was a confident hungry man. You were unsure if you had ever been this turned on before. “Oh, are you that cock drunk already? Can’t even answer me?”
You responded only with a string of moans as he plowed into you. Reaching down around your thighs, he gave them each a tap prompting you to jump up. He wrapped your legs around his waist holding you up against the shower wall. The force of his thrusts causing you to see stars, it was taking every ounce of brain power you had to hold back your orgasm. He leaned closer to your ear, his tone deepening, “I can’t believe my brother has spent so much time between these legs, if it were me, you wouldn’t have been able to leave the house. Oh, but don’t you worry we can make up for lost time. I can already tell this pussy is going to be a problem for me, the way you’re sucking me in. It’s like you were made to take my cock pretty girl.”
Your moans grew louder, your forehead falling to his shoulder. “P-please G-G-Georgie, let m-me cum.”
“Not yet baby, I want you to wait for me.” You turned your head biting onto his neck, sucking on it roughly. “That’s it, mark me up dirty girl. Let everyone know who I belong to.”
He then slowed his thrusts down to an almost agonizing pace. Pulling his hips back he nearly removed himself from you, pushing back into you only slightly. He remained fucking into you, only a few inches at a time, driving you crazy. He then surprised you by ramming himself fully back inside, “Oh fuck,” left him repeatedly. You pulled your swollen lips from his neck, now covered in purple and red bruises. Finding the perfect rhythm of his hips, you could feel his cock throbbing harder, letting you know his impending climax was nearing.
You felt as if you were fighting to breathe at this point with how hard you were trying to suppress your orgasm. His hip movements were growing more and more erratic, your name leaving him on a loop. “Okay baby, are you ready to cum?”
“Please, please, please, I need to cum.”
“Do it, cum on my fucking cock.”
That was all you needed to hear; your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes. Your walls clamped down on him, your cum spilling down your thighs.
“Fuck, you look so pretty when you cry about how good I’m fucking you.”
A few more stuttered thrusts of his hips and he emptied his hot cum into you, pushing himself as deep as he could within you. Both of you breathing hard, he pulled out of you, causing you both to whine at the overstimulation.
Gently he moved your legs off him, helping steady you on your feet. Icy water was now raining down over the two of you, neither of you seeming to notice. His hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a gentle loving kiss. You were surprised how tender he was being with you. Leaving small kisses on your cheeks, he then rested his forehead on yours. Neither of you able to hold back the smiles on your faces.
“That was-“
“Yeah.” You giggled, still trying to find your breath.
Fred stood watching you talk with Ginny, feeling relief as you both laughed with one another. The buzz in the air of a successful grand opening still had his nervous system on high. He tried focusing on the ledger of sales, his attention continuing to pull back to you. He should be feeling proud, ecstatic even, yet anxiety riddled him. No success of this store meant anything to him if he couldn’t share it with you. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified of losing you, he wished he could go back in time to convince George to talk to you sooner or told you himself.
He had sat on your front stoop all night, just on the off chance you had changed your mind and decided to talk to him. Only getting up to return to the burrow when the sun had risen over the hills, telling him he had to get home to get dressed for his first day. He would never admit to anyone that the reason he didn’t sleep a wink that night was not because of pre-opening jitters, but because he refused to know waking up without you.
He still had no idea where your relationship stood, but you showed up today and that had to mean something right? Replaying the moment you came to fix his waist coat; he craved your skin to brush against his. His hands had been shaking so badly trying to get dressed, he was surprised he had not made more mistakes. When that jerk had been flirting with you at the counter, he could have burned a hole into the back of his head with how hard he was staring. Although, when he had asked “are they your boyfriends or something like that?” you had replied “something like that.” Were you just trying to deter this guy? Or did you mean it? Fred would have given anything to have you come rest your head on his arm the way you do when you’re both focusing on the same thing. Your embrace always saved him from himself, you were the lighthouse on the coast pulling him back to safety every day. Standing in this uncomfortable limbo, he was more lost than he cared to let himself understand.
“Are you even listening to me?” George’s question dragged him back to the task at hand.
Fred pressed his palms into his eyes in attempts to force them to focus. “I’m sorry George, just tired. It’s been a long day.”
Reopening his eyes, he looked up to find you glancing over in his direction, butterflies filled his entire body as you gave him a small smile before looking back to Ginny. It was enough to nearly bring him to his knees. Seeing you talk to Ginny gave him hope, if you could talk it out with her, maybe you could talk it out with him and George.
“Why don’t we pick this back up in the morning, day two has to be a little less crazy.” George closed the book, putting it under his arm, his gaze now also shifting to you. “Has she said anything more to you?”
Fred shook his head, “not yet. I thought maybe after we closed, but I don’t want to push her. I’m just grateful she was here at all.”
The twins watched as you carried boxes of restock into the back with their sister. “I really am sorry Fred. I should have told her, or maybe we should have told her together. I don’t know what came over me.”
Fred couldn’t find the words to respond, he wasn’t mad at George, he wasn’t mad at all, just devastated and confused. He shared a look with his brother, trusting he would know what it meant.
George nodded, “We will fix this, even if that means she never speaks to me again, you deserve to be happy, you both do.”
If Fred was confident that he could have spoken his mind without breaking down in front of everyone, he would have told George that he was hoping that you would choose to be with both of them. You deserved more love than what one person could provide, who better to help give you the world but George? You loved so deeply, he sometimes felt unworthy of your praises, but he was thanking the stars that he got them.
He silently made a promise to himself that regardless of what you chose, he would never again let a day go by without letting you know just how much you meant to him.
***
The lights of the store had been shut off, the doors locked, and the group all started to make their journeys home. Fred and George stood in front of the curved orange windows, taking a moment to absorb everything that had happened on their first day. Freds mind continuing to wander to you, still silently feeling desperate to melt into you once again. You pushed your way in between the two of them, joining them to stare up at the storefront.
“You two really did do an amazing job.” You spoke softly, both turned to face you.
“Couldn’t have done it without you.” They spoke in unison.
You sighed stepping forward, turning to look at them, you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I need to talk, and I need you both to just listen, can you do that?”
Fred and George nodded, bracing themselves for whatever it was you had to say.
“I want to start by saying that I know no one can choose who they love, or under what context they love someone, so know that I hold no one accountable for that. On the contrary, how all of this has been handled is inexcusable.” You took a deep breath, allowing you to find your center. “We all were at fault for this situation.”
A look of confusion was shared between the twins as you continued.
“I have spent the last 24 hours replaying every interaction I have had with you both, how could I not see it? Honestly, I think that part of me was wanting not to see it, because how could this work? How could I let myself admit that you both were in love with me? Or that although I had fallen so hard so fast for Fred, that slowly I had started to gain feelings for George as well. I discounted my feelings as platonic, I was even stupid enough to tell myself that it was just because you two are twins and maybe I was confused. The truth of the matter is that I do feel something for you both.”
Fred and George stood frozen in place, relieved to hear that you did have feelings for each of them, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“It would seem that the parts of your family that have talked to me about everything all feel that I should be with both of you. I don’t know how any of this would work, but I am willing to try. Under a few conditions.”
“Anything.” They both spoke.
“One, no more secrets and no decisions are made for me. I can make my mind up for myself, there is no protecting me by holding things from me. Two, I will not do this if it’s going to be a game of playing “what is fair”. There are no favorites, and I will not be fought over like some toy. Three, if for even a second this starts to cause a rift between the two of you, I leave. I cannot and will not be the reason you no longer have such a strong relationship. Lastly, we focus on what feels right for us, not what anyone else may have to say about this situation.”
Fred took a small step closer, silently awaiting your approval to respond, you gave him a small nod.
“None of us knows how this is going to work, but I believe I speak for the both of us when I say, we are more than ready to figure it out with you.”
George now stepping forward, “We know we should have talked to you earlier about this, I was just so afraid. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to choose, and I definitely didn’t want Fred to lose you.”
You raised your hand prompting him to pause, “That’s another thing, no heroics. If we are doing this together, we must do this together. No sacrificial lamb mentalities. If there is one thing that I need to make very clear to the both of you is that neither of you is less important to me than the other.”
“I just think so highly of each of you; not only is Fred my brother but he is my best friend, and you? You are the most enchanting person I have ever met. It made sense to me that you belonged together, it may take me some time to understand that somewhere in that reality, I belong as well.”
“Time, I have. I will need patience from you both as it is going to take time for me to fully trust you again.”
“But you are willing to try?” Fred asked.
“Yes I am.”
Fred reached out to touch you, this time you did not pull away, welcoming his embrace. The two of them enclosing the space between each of you, their bodies brushing against yours.
“So where do we go from here?” Fred and George questioned.
“We go home.”
***
Deciding to be with both twins had been one of the decisions you had ever made. As the weeks passed by, the three of you were finding your rhythm together. Fred had always been very direct with you about his feelings, never afraid to show you physical affection which you loved. George on the other hand was a bit more reserved with you, you couldn’t tell if he was still nervous or if he was just more of a private person.
Standing in the kitchen at the burrow you were helping Molly wash the dishes after everyone had finished their dinner. You spent more time there than at your own home.
“I am really glad you decided to take us up on our offer to stay.” Molly said.
“I know I keep saying it, but thank you so much Molly. If there is anything more that I can do around the house to help, please let me know.”
“I have not had help doing these dishes in ages, between that and you keeping my boys in line, you are doing more than enough.” She said patting you on the shoulder.
“So, Fred and George were telling me that they plan on saving up to get a flat in town to be closer to the store. Seems like you will have some extra room around here.”
“Yeah, its just Ron and Ginny left, the boys will have to start giving me grandchildren soon so we can fill the rooms back up.”
Fred over hearing, choked on his water still sitting at the table. “Mom!”
“Oh, you know I meant Bill, Charlie, or Percy, don’t go alerting the daily prophet that I have gone mad.”
You chuckled, returning your hands to the hot soapy water. “You know Molly, I have just about finished here, I can take care of the rest.”
“Don’t tell me I have scared you off now too.” She chuckled tossing her towel onto the counter.
“You could never, and you know that.” You bumped her arm with your own. “Plus, that gives me the chance to teach Fred how to properly dry dishes.”
“I should have just stayed quiet.” He said, standing from the table.
“Good luck you two!” Molly shouted as she left the kitchen.
Fred kissed your cheek, picking the towel up off the counter. “You’re lucky you are so damn cute, or you would be on your own here.”
“Well, when you have a place of your own, you will have to know how to do this.”
“Always thinking of my wellbeing, aren’t you?”
“You know that I am.” You handed him the next plate.
“Have you thought any more of our offer?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Well now, this I have to hear.” George stated, walking up behind you, resting his back against the counter.
“I don’t think that I am ready to move out of my parents house just yet.”
“You are at least taking a key to our flat then.” George said.
“Until you’re ready to join us that is.” They both said in unison.
“I mean if I absolutely must, I guess I could accept it. I can add it to my collection of boyfriends keys.” You shrugged playfully.
Fred leaned forward making eye contact with George, “Oh, so she thinks she’s funny?”
“I know I’m funny.”
Before you knew what was happening, the boys had started tickling your sides, causing you to drop the silverware back into the sink.
“No! Stop it!” You laughed, trying to squirm away from their grasps.
“Not until you admit you want a key to our flat!” Fred stated.
“Never! I will never admit it!”
The boys only started tickling you faster, causing you to nearly fall. Both sets of hands catching you, but not pausing their attack on your sides.
“Fine! I give! I want the key!” Finally releasing you from their grip, you fought to catch your breath. “You two are relentless.”
“You have no idea.” They said together.
***
With the dishes completed, Fred had retreated to the living room with everyone else, leaving you in the kitchen with George. It was rare that you were able to have much time alone with him, you were always grateful for time just the two of you.
“I was wondering about something.” He said inching his way closer to you.
“What’s that Georgie?” You turned your body to face him, looking up at him.
“There is a really good storm coming tonight, and you see, there is this hill on the property that is perfect to watch them roll in.” You could tell he was nervous; you closed the space between you resting your hand on his chest, you could feel how his heart racing.
“Is there a question in there for me?”
“Would you like to go with me to watch it tonight?”
“Just the two of us?”
“If that would be okay with you. If it would make you more comfortable we could also invite Fr-“
“I would love to go just the two of us Georgie.”
He smiled down at you, feeling relieved. “You sure?”
“Of course I am sure.” You pushed up on your tiptoes kissing his cheek. You pulled back only to have Georges hands catch the sides of your face kissing you softly.
***
George led you through the property, holding your hand. You climbed up to the top of the hill, overlooking the burrow and the surrounding area. You couldn’t believe how far into the distance you could see in every direction. Throwing a blanket over the grass, George set up a small sitting area for the two of you. He pointed to your left, “the storm will be coming from that direction.”
“How will we know when its too close and we have to go back?”
“Once the tip of the clouds is above that tree line there, we will have to start making our way to the house.”
Sitting on the center of the blanket, you extended your hand out to him inviting him to sit with you. He smiled, gladly accepting your offer, sitting behind you. “Thanks for taking me out here Georgie.”
“Thank you for coming with me. One of these days I will take you on a real first date.”
“You helped heal me after my attack, you saw me have a break down on my bedroom floor; I’m pretty sure we are passed first dates.”
“No, you deserve it. I know that our situation is not the usual circumstances, but I want to do this right, if you will let me that is.”
As if on que, you heard a quiet rumble of thunder in the distance, causing you both to look up. The sun had begun setting, turning the sky to a beautiful deep pink color, contrasting with the darkness that had starting to creep its way in; lightning sparkled across the large clouds.
“I have never seen something so beautiful before.” You spoke.
“Neither have I.” George stated, watching you intently.
You leaned further back, resting on his chest, his arms wrapping around you, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You both watched as the storm slowly made its way closer, admiring the show of lightning, electricity running through the air around you.
“I really want to kiss you right now.” He spoke softly in your ear.
You turned your head, positioning yourself so he could lean down and capture your lips with his. Once again, his hand finding the side of your face, holding you close. A smile formed on his lips as you melted into him. He moved his hand from your face, tangling it in your hair, giving it a gentle tug. A small moan left your lips at the change of his assertiveness. Pulling away, you sat up, a look of concern flashed in his eyes, scared that he had gone too far.
Before he could ask anything, you quickly crawled into his lap, straddling him. You grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him back in for more. He crashed his lips into yours with much more aggression than before. Georges hands found your hips pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Goosebumps covered your skin as he let out a deep groan. His teeth found your bottom lip biting it gently, quick to run his tongue over it to soothe the sting. Feeling like complete putty in his hands, you rocked your hips forwards against his instinctually. You were so caught up in each other you could barely hear the thunder growing louder in the background.
Suddenly, you felt rain drops hitting your skin, stopping you both. Looking up, you saw that the storm had rolled completely over the two of you. The rain that had started as a light drizzle, began pouring down on the top of you. You both stood quickly, forgetting the blanket on the grass, running down the hill hand in hand.
Once you had reached the burrow, the two of you were completely soaked. Crashing through the front door, you both slipped, falling onto the wood floor. Both of you burst out laughing, the loud commotion catching Molly’s attention.
“Now look at this mess! Mud all over my clean floor!” She motioned around you, then placed her hands on her hips, giving you a look only Molly Weasley could.
Both attempting to stifle your laughter, “Sorry mom, we will clean it up.”
“Sorry Molly.”
“I fear my sons have been a bad influence on you.”
***
You were in the boys’ new apartment, helping unpack boxes. With the help of the rest of the Weasley clan, Hermione and Harry, you were all moving at a rapid pace of assisting the twins to settle into their new home. It was a quaint three bedroom, a room for each of them, and an office they planned on using as a workshop; within a ten-minute walk from the store. Not a day had gone by that they did not ask you to move in with them, offering to let you have the third bedroom if you wanted. You were so proud of them for finding their independence.
You had yet to find the time to go on your first solo date with George, all of you focused on the store and helping them move. You helped them collect different things for the apartment, such as dishes and throw pillows. All of it feeling oddly domestic between the three of you.
“Well, if you are so dead set on not moving in with my brothers here, would you at least think of taking over their room back at the burrow? For the first time in my life, we could outnumber the boys.” Ginny joked.
“I think I have spent enough time in their bedroom Gin.”
She fake gagged, “ugh gross, point taken, spare me the details I beg of you.”
“Don’t worry though, I will still have lots of time for you.”
You marched your way angerly from the Burrow, back towards your home. You wanted to be anywhere but there, but where else would you go? Hermione was still at the Weasleys, you couldn’t talk to Ginny, and the twins were the reason you were in this mess. Tears blurred your vision as you decided to take the long way home to clear your mind. Why couldn’t you just have gone to bed when Fred asked you? Why didn’t you pull away when George kissed you? More importantly, why did you lean in and kiss him when he paused?
Emotions were flying in every direction, making you dizzy. You felt so torn between Fred and George, you didn’t want to hurt either of them, how could they have hidden this from you? Ginny knew the entire time and didn’t tell you; she was the one to tell you of Freds feelings, but concealed Georges. What sense does that make? You could hear parties being enjoyed in multiple directions around you, laughter filled the air, making you nauseous. You should be at the Burrow enjoying your own party, maybe if you had declined the offer none of this would have happened.
As you approached your house, you could see two figures sitting on the front steps. No way did they decide to show up here after everything that had happened. You were tempted to turn around and leave them to panic as to where you were for the rest of the night. It was too late though, the twins had spotted you down the stone pathway, both standing from the step. You took a deep breath, deciding to ignore them, you attempted to push your way past them into the house.
“We know you’re angry but please wait.” They said together, met with silence from you.
Sliding your key in the door, they followed close behind you, “you have every right to be angry with us, hate us even.” George stated.
You scoffed rolling your eyes, damn right you were angry.
“Please don’t do this to us.” Fred pleaded with you.
You stood straighter, still facing the door you finally spoke. “Do this to you? Have you gone mad?” Your hands began to shake with anger, turning towards them, “How am I doing anything to either of you? I didn’t ask for this-”
“You think we did?” George interrupted, desperation in his eyes. “I didn’t want to get in the way of you and Fred.”
“You don’t get it do you? Either of you? This isn’t about who loves who, or who got in the way of what. But let me be very crystal clear about this, you both got in the way of this when you decided to keep secrets from me. You knowingly decided FOR me without even thinking to ask me how I felt.”
“I didn’t know the entire time; you have to believe that.” Fred answered.
“You know George better than that Freddie, don’t play coy with me. When did you suspect it first huh? When we were still all at school together? Before our first date? Did you have a gut feeling when you stood on these very steps and told me how you needed this to be different? Or how about when you fucked me in your secret twin hide out in the woods?” You stepped forward to him, your chest nearly bumping his. “When exactly did you figure it out?”
“Not until the night of your attack, I promise you.” He reached out trying to brush his fingers against your cheek desperate to touch you. Quickly you pulled back, ridding any comfort for either of you. Clearing his throat he continued. “After he tried to hit Dad, I had a feeling, then I heard him trying to quiet his sobs when I was falling asleep. When I woke to him talking to you, and the way he stormed out of the room when you recalled what had happened, I couldn’t deny it. I swear I confronted him the same night.”
“He did, he told me I had to tell you.” George added.
“Stop trying to fix this for him George, you both kept this from me for half of a year” You responded coldly, shaking your head. “When did Ginny know?”
Georges gaze shifted to his feet, unable to meet your eyes.
“Either answer my questions, or I am going inside, your choice.”
“She found me crying the night of your first date.”
You threw your hands up, “Who else knew?”
“Why does that matter now? You know now.” Fred asked.
“Because! Why does everyone get to make decisions for me?! My parents just get to decide I am okay here on my own, Umbridge decided that I have to trek through the snow barefoot, to keep you two safe may I add. Then my best friend decides to keep this from me, and now you two decide that your own feelings are more important than mine! I am done with this. This is my life; this is my choice.” You paused pulling your composure back, turning away from them. “Both of you get home, you need to be up in a few hours for the store opening, and I am done with this tonight, all of it.”
Slamming the door behind you, leaving the twins on the stoop alone, promptly locking the latch so they could not follow you. You made your way to your room, adrenaline filling your system. Now standing by yourself; what was once rage, was replaced with sorrow. You had gone from having Fred in love with you, to George also being in love with you, to you now alone in the matter of hours. You rested yourself against your bedroom wall, trying to figure out how to feel. Sliding down the wall to the floor, you felt so lost. You knew without a fraction of a doubt that you were in love with Fred, and you knew you felt something for George, was it love? Did it matter? Of course it mattered.
You suddenly felt more alone than you had in a long time. You had grown comfortable with the constant warmth of the twins at your sides at all hours of the day. The Weasleys had taken you in as their own in the last months, things really had started to feel like you had a family. How could they all keep something like this from you? You did not know what you were going to do, but you knew that you needed time to figure it out. Tomorrow was the opening of the store; it was to be your first day of work. That was your big plan for the summer, and now what? Do you not show up and find a different job? Ollivanders was looking for a new store clerk, you could always apply there.
No, you wouldn’t scurry away like a coward. You were going to show up for the opening.
***
Music played somewhere in the distance, but you could not figure out from where. Swaying softly, your head pressed to Freds chest, “You are so beautiful, I feel like I don’t tell you that enough.” You smiled up at him.
“You look very handsome in your suit Mr. Weasley.”
“I like the way that sounds Mrs. Weasley.”
He extended out his hand, spinning you around, only to spin into Georges arms.
“Mind if I cut in?”
“Not at all Georgie.”
Pulling you close to him by your waist, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His ringed left hand, holding yours gently. Looking around the room you took in all the smiling faces surrounding you, you felt so whole. Ginny stepped next to you, “alright, hands off of my new sister, its my turn.”
“Hey she’s, my wife.” George responded.
“OUR wife Georgie.” Fred clarified.
“Now wait just a minute, there is enough of me to go around.”
George mumbled something under his breath, releasing his grip from around your waist. Ginny gave a quick slap to the back of his head. She quickly grabbed you, twirling you around and away from her brother.
“When are you ever going to stop bullying those two?” You asked.
“When they stop deserving it.”
“So, we are officially family now huh?”
“I never thought I would see those two get married. To be honest, I never thought you would get married either. Never felt anyone was worthy of my best friend.”
“Surprised us all didn’t it.”
“How did the both of them convince you to marry them?”
You leaned closer to her ear whispering, “don’t tell them but I only agreed to marrying them to be able to call you my sister officially.”
You both looked across the dance floor, to find George and Fred side by side, beaming up at you.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
There you stood, with your first ever real family surrounding you, the twins watching over you with admiration, the three of you ready to drift off into forever with each other.
***
The loud ringing of your alarm clock pulled you from your dreams. Smacking the top of it, quieting the insistent bells being chimed. Rubbing your eyes, you took in your surroundings, back in your room rather than the Burrow where you had hoped to be awakening. It was store opening day, everything you had been helping the twins prepare for was finally here. Still unsure how to feel about George’s confession the night before, you lay staring at the ceiling. A few things you were certain of; both twins were in love with you, you were in love with Fred, some part of you loved George, everyone had been keeping things from you for months. You knew you could never come between them, but you also knew you couldn’t choose between them either.
Replaying the interactions you had with George in the last few months, you couldn’t have felt more blind. The way he had been so mad when you came back with Fred, how he had been so distraught after your attack, the fact that he refused to leave your side when you returned home. The mittens, those bloody mittens he had spent all that time making for you. “I tried to find a color that matched your eyes.” Suddenly, you were less mad at everyone else and more mad at yourself. How did you miss everything that was right in front of you? You sat up in bed, resting your head in your hands. Where do you go from here? You had to talk to Fred and George, if you were going to figure this out, you had to do it together.
***
Walking up to the store you noticed a line already forming down the street, people as far as your eyes could see, waiting for the doors to open. You slid your way in through the side entrance, finding everyone huddled in a circle, being given instructions as to where everyone should be before the crowd rushed in. You could tell the twins were stressed, Fred had his waist coat miss buttoned, and George’s tie desperately needed to be redone. Seeing them so disheveled made your heart ache. Feeling your presence both of their heads snapped in your direction, a somber silence falling over the group. A mixture of relief and desperation washed over their features.
“Hey everyone, where do you need me?” You weren’t sure who you were asking, but you had to break the silence.
Hermione was holding a clipboard, double checking the assignments that had been previously divided. “Do you think you could help with the cash registers?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“Okay perfect, everyone to your posts then!” She turned on her heel, causing the group to disband. The twins stood frozen, still staring at you trying to gage your emotions. Regardless of how mad you were at them, you still cared for them both, you knew if they went into this day thinking you hated them, it would be a disaster. You made your way over to them, approaching George first.
“Come here, let me fix this.” Reaching up for his tie, you could see him hold his breath. You carefully redid the knot, making sure it was straight. Adjusting the collar of his shirt you stepped back checking your work. Turning your attention to Fred, “Okay, you next.” Unbuttoning his waist coat, you corrected the buttons, smoothing out the fabric.
“Much better, are you ready for this?” Your eyes flashed between them.
Neither of them could bring themselves to verbalize anything, both nodding. You could tell by the way they were looking at you, they were terrified.
“Hey, I know how important this is for you, I have seen how hard you have worked towards today. Hell, I was one of your founding members if you remember.” For the first time you saw those crooked smiles spread across their faces, recalling how you gave them ten galleons each when you first met them. “For right now let’s ignore the last twelve hours and focus on your big day.”
“We are so sorry.” They spoke in unison. You raised your hand causing them to pause.
“This is not the time.” You shook your head, “We will find the time to talk, but not now.”
Freds shaky hand inched closer to yours, you pretended not to notice, turning away towards the register. It broke your heart to not reach out and interlock your fingers with his. Finding your way to your post, you took a deep breath. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned to find Arthur standing giving you his comforting smile.
“Do you think we could have a quick moment before the madness begins?” He asked.
“You mean to tell me, there is a break in the madness?” You joked.
“That’s a very good point, mind walking with me?” He gestured to a corner of the shop where no one had been standing. You followed behind him, nervous to hear what he had to say. “I don’t mean to pry or involve myself, and if Molly finds out I spoke to you about this I’m afraid I would be sleeping in my garage.”
You chuckled at the idea of him curled up in an enchanted armchair trying to rest while it continued to try to run away from its spot.
“My boys aren’t always the sharpest light bulbs in the chandelier as the muggles would say; but the smartest thing they have ever done is falling in love with you. I know they did not go about it the best way, give them a chance though. You may be the only one who could wrangle them both in.”
You stood speechless, was he trying to say that he thought you should be with Fred AND George?
“Truth will out as they say.” He gave your shoulder a quick pat, making his way back to find Molly, leaving you with your thoughts.
***
The doors of the store had opened hours ago, nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming number of people swarming around you. Fred and George were completely in their element, greeting customers and explaining their products. The shelves that were at one time stocked full, were emptying quickly. The rush of how successful their opening day had been, it seemed the tension amongst the group had melted away.
Scanning your eyes across the store, you noticed a young man staring at you, realizing you saw him staring, a smug grin filled his features. Trying to figure out if you knew him or not, another customer approached your register with their purchases, pulling your attention back to your work. Passing them their bag and their change, you wished them a great rest of their day.
“Do these really work?” The same guy was standing in your line, a bottle of Amortentia in his hand.
“All Weasley products are guaranteed to work as intended or your money back.” You responded.
“Bet you have never had to use something like this.” He leaned against the counter in front of you, clearly trying to flirt.
“No, I myself have not, but the nosebleed nougat has gotten me out of a few uncomfortable situations.” You pointed towards the display behind him. “Pretty tasty as well.”
He let out a low laugh, “Tasty indeed.” The way he was staring at you made your skin crawl.
“Will this be it for you?” You picked the pink heart shaped bottle up off the counter.
“Well, that depends, how much would I have to pay to get your name?”
You pointed at your name tag pinned to your shirt, his eyes lingered on your chest much longer than it should have taken him to read it.
“A pretty name for a pretty girl.” He extended his hand out to you, “My name is Benny.”
You shook his hand, “Nice to meet you.”
“So, what brings a girl like you into a place like this?”
You looked up seeing the twins leaning over the banister, watching you closely. You pointed up in their direction. “Those two right there.”
He looked up, meeting Fred and Georges line of sight, both pushing off the railing in unison, making their way down the stairs.
“Are they the owners?” Benny asked.
“Sure are, they are also the inventors of all of the products you see.” You continued to direct his attention back to the sale, and off yourself.
“They must be something special to know you. So, when you aren’t here, where do you hang out?”
Before you could respond, the twins filed in behind you, Fred finding his usual spot on your left, George on your right.
“Well, hello there. Finding everything alright?” Spoke in unison.
“I think I have found everything I need.” His eyes scanning up and down your body.
“I can help you with that.” Fred grabbed the Amortentia from the counter, entering it into the register.
“She was doing a fine job of helping me.” Benny responded, his eyes narrowing back at Fred.
“I am sure she was, but I never want to miss an opportunity to help our best employee.”
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, watching Benny’s face grow redder.
“Would you like a bag?” George asked from the other side of you.
“Takes the two of them to get the job done of just one of you huh?” He had turned his attention back to you.
“We do make quite the team the three of us, you would be surprised.” You responded.
“What are they like your boyfriends or something like that?”
“Something like that.” You quipped.
He grabbed the bag off the counter roughly, throwing his money down. “What a slag.”
George reached up, grabbing his arm, towering over Benny. “Apologize to her, now.”
“No way! She’s up here flirting with the customers, just to push a sale!”
You stepped between them, “Hey, stop. Its not that big of a deal George.” You turned winking at George, catching him off guard.
“Now I have the owner confronting me? What a great business you’re running here.”
“I am so sorry, here take a box of our homemade candies, free of charge as an apology.” You slid a box of colorful sweets into his bag. Pushing through the doors, Benny left yelling “I will never be returning here again!”
Fred and George looked over at you, “were those?”
“Puking Pastels.” You nodded, all three of you sharing a quick laugh.
***
Finally, the grand opening had come to an end. Sales were at an unexpected high, the shelves were in desperate need of a restock. Spotting Ginny unloading boxes, you decided it was time to talk with her.
“Need a hand?” You asked, catching her attention.
“Uh, yeah that would be great actually.” You could sense her hesitation.
Putting colorful packages on the shelves, an uncomfortable silence filled the space between you.
“So- “you both began speaking at the same time, causing you both to giggle.
“You first.” Ginny said.
“No, you first Gin.”
“I just want to say I’m sorry for not telling you about George, I just was put in such a hard spot. I knew you and Fred had feelings for each other. I caught him having a breakdown the night of your first date with Fred, AFTER me pushing you to go on the date. I didn’t want to mess anything up. I only found out that Fred knew too last night after you left. I really thought this was some phase that George would grow out of, some sibling rivalry or something. I never knew it would go on this long.”
“Well, I am sorry that I took off without talking to you last night. I felt like everyone was keeping secrets from me, as if I was the punchline of a bad joke. The more I thought about it, how were you supposed to tell me? It wasn’t your secret to tell, you were put in such a rough position, between the two of them and me.”
“How did you get so unlucky to get not one, but two of my brothers to fancy you?”
“Was this the horrible curse that Trelawney saw for me?” You let out a fake dramatic gasp.
“There is no other explanation.” You both let out a genuine laugh, “So what are you going to do?”
“I have no idea Gin, I don’t want to hurt either of them.” You looked over at the twins, who were hard at work reviewing sale numbers.
“Have you spoken to either of them about it?”
You shook your head no, “I didn’t want to take away from today. We have time to figure out whatever this is. Your dad said something interesting though.”
“This has to be good.”
“He said that maybe I could be the one to get them both under control. I think he was trying to suggest that I be with both of them.”
“Now that is a concept, oddly it makes sense though.”
“Does it?”
“Well yeah, they have always done everything together, they balance each other out, but something was always missing. Maybe it was you.” She shrugged.
Classes had rebegun before you knew it. Glad to be back among your friends, your mind often drifting to Fred. You surpassed everyone’s expectations on your O.W.L. examinations. Graduation was right around the corner. Still undecided what you would be doing as a career, you had decided to assist the twins with their shop until you had made up your mind. All the snow on the ground had melted, spring had come and gone, the summer heat pushing its way in. You stood in the astronomy tower, taking in the beautiful landscape, Ginny at your side.
“Are you going to be joining us at the store tonight? Sounds like my brothers are on track to open the store within the next two weeks.” Ginny asked
“Yeah I will be there; I think that you and I are on painting duty tonight.”
“They put us in charge of painting?”
“I don’t think they know what they got themselves into with that one.”
Ginny sighed, “I don’t know how I am going to make it next year without you.”
“I am leaving you in good hands, Harry will take good care of you, I’m sure.”
She flashed you a warning look, “you watch yourself.”
“Oh, what? Come on, he and Cho broke up, now is your chance!”
“He doesn’t like me like that.”
“Did I sound this clueless when I was denying things with Fred?”
Ginny stood her mouth agape, not sure how to reply, “cat got your tongue Gin?”
***
You were sat on the stairs of Weasley Wizard Wheezes between the second and third floor, Ginny’s back against yours. You each had a small canister of bright colored paint, and a paint brush, coating the rungs of the banister.
“Hey, could you tell me if this looks okay?” Ginny asked from behind you.
“Yeah sure.” You turned to face her, only to be met with a stripe of bright green paint being brushed against your cheek. “Now what was that for?”
“Just thought you needed that.” She shrugged, turning back around.
Dipping your brush back in your canister, you reached over Ginny’s shoulder, coating her nose in a pink splat.
“You know I did always tell you that pink was your color Gin.”
“No, you did not just do that.”
“Oh, but I did.”
Ginny retaliated by adding more paint to your shirt, before you knew it you both were completely covered in bright colors.
“Hey, now what is going on here?” Freds voice causing you both to freeze. You looked up to find his hands on his hips with a look of disapproval written on his face. You and Ginny burst out laughing, seeming to only frustrate him more. “What is so funny you two?”
“You look just like mom right now Fred.” Teased Ginny.
“Sound like her too.” You echoed walked up the stairs to meet Fred, “I’m sorry babe, we just got a little overzealous with our design choices I guess.”
“See Ginny, its not so hard to-” Fred was interrupted by you smearing paint down his cheek. Roaring laughter escaping from yourself and Ginny alike.
“Seems as if my sister has had a bad influence on you, if I do say so myself.”
“I think maybe I am just spending too much time with the owner of a joke shop. Maybe I should cut back on that?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
His arm snaked around your waist pulling you close to him, “not on your life sweetheart.” He smiled down at you giving you a quick kiss on the lips.
“Hey that’s co-owner!” You turned to find George approaching the group.
You placed your hand on your forehead in a salute, “sir yes, sir.”
“You’ve got that right.” George responded.
“The shop really is turning out great you two, I am really proud of you both.”
They both beamed at you, thanking you in unison.
“Hey, does anyone know where these go?” You looked down to the first floor to find Harry and Ron both carrying a case of Skiving Snack boxes.
“Gin knows where they go, she will be right down.” You spoke down to the two of them.
Ginny looked up at you, her cheeks going red, quickly trying to wipe the paint from her face with a damp towel. You and the twins watched her scurry down the stairs to help Harry place the items on the shelves.
“You really do know how to keep us Weasleys always guessing don’t you?” George asked.
“I am always filled with surprises and mayhem. Seems you boys are rubbing off on me.”
They both chuckled.
“So, I know you don’t really like parties, but seeing we don’t get to join you for graduation this year, Mom is planning you a bit of a graduation party next weekend.” Fred stated.
“She knows your parents aren’t going to celebrate you the way you deserve, and if you tell her no, you’ll break her heart.” George added.
You never thought about your graduation as something to celebrate, nor did you expect a party. You were surprised that Molly had even remembered that you were finishing school this semester.
“So… will you come?” they asked together.
“I would be honored.”
***
The burrow was decorated with balloons and streamers draped in every direction you could see. A banner reading your name and congratulations hung in the front windows. You walked into the kitchen to find Molly and Hermione hard at work decorating a cake in your favorite colors.
“Ah! The guest of honor!” called Molly.
She quickly approached you, wrapping you in a tight hug.
“Thank you so much for all of this.”
“You absolutely deserve all of it and more. Don’t give me too much credit though, it was all Fred and Georges idea.”
“Well they failed to mention that.”
“When will your parents be arriving dearie?”
“Uh, they actually won’t be joining us.” You said, trying to hide the disappointment on your face. Fred moved alongside you wrapping his arm around you.
“Yeah, they heard some hardened criminal, drop out, twins were going to be here.” Fred stated jokingly.
You poked him in the ribs, “expelled is more like it Freddie.”
“Even more street cred, as the muggles say. Thanks for that.” He responded causing you to giggle.
“Now go enjoy yourself and get out of my kitchen. Take that one with you.” Molly pipped up, motioning towards Fred.
Fred grabbed your hand pulling you towards the back door, “yes ma’am!”
***
Sitting around the campfire, the night had died down quite a bit. You were showered with gifts from everyone, some of your classmates had even made it. Dinner was perfect, how Molly had figured out your favorite meal you could only guess at. Harry and Ginny were looking mighty cozy across the yard from you, Fred sat on your left, George on your right. The night sky was filled with stars, not a cloud to be seen, music was still playing softly from Arthurs garage. One by one everyone started filing their way back into the house.
Fred stood from his seat, extending his hand out to you, “ready for bed?”
“Actually, I think I am going to stay out a bit longer. You go though, you’ve got a big day tomorrow with the store opening. I will be up shortly.”
“Are you sure? I could stay up with you?”
“I don’t plan on going to bed any time soon, I can keep her company.” George spoke up.
“Yeah, okay. But don’t keep her too long, you also have a big day little brother.”
“That’s business partner to you.”
Fred rolled his eyes, placing a kiss atop your head. “Give him hell for me.”
You giggled, “I will see you soon Freddie, goodnight.”
***
Before you knew it, it was only you and George left sitting beside the small fire. Sitting comfortably in silence next to one another.
“You know, your mom kind of gave you away.” You spoke up.
Anxiety filled George’s chest, “What do you mean?”
“She told me the party was your idea, you and Fred anyways.”
“It was really nothing, you deserved to have this celebrated.”
“Don’t dismiss it, this was not nothing Georgie. This is more of a celebration than I have ever had. I owe you a thank you.”
He paused for a moment, “I think I know of a way you could repay me.”
“Oh? This has got to be good, what are you conjuring up over there?”
“Dance with me.”
“Dance with you?”
He stood to his feet extending his hand. “Yeah, dance with me.”
You could still hear the music playing from the garage, a slower song filling the space between you. Grabbing his hand, you stood in front of him, you had never noticed how much taller he was than Fred until now. He rested his hand on your lower back, placing yours on his forearm. You swayed along to the music, trying to ignore how your heart rate had picked up. Laying your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you tighter, pulling you closer.
Feeling this close to you, George had never felt so at ease. He took note of how your hair smelled how small your hand was in compared to his. “You’re going to have to tell her you know.” “I won’t make her choose.” “Maybe she doesn’t have to.” The conversation with his brother was ringing in his ears. Every part of him was ready to tell you, right here and right now. He just had to find the courage to tell you. Maybe if he couldn’t tell you, he could show you.
He slowed his movements, his breath hitching, catching your attention. “Hey are you okay?”
Nodding down at you he took a deep breath. “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off. You were so afraid he was going to shut you out again like he had the day before the attack.
“Please don’t-” you spoke before you could think clearly. Your words caused George to freeze.
“Please don’t shut me out again Georgie. I can feel you pulling away and, I can’t have that happen again.”
He laughed, catching you off guard.
“No- I am not going to shut you out.” He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I am just trying to figure out how to do this.”
“How to do what?”
Slowly he leaned down, closing the gap between you. Before his lips met yours, he paused, sensing a slight hesitation from you. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his gently. Reaching up to rest his hand on the side of your head, he felt you pull away.
“What am I doing? I can’t do this.” You turned to walk back to the house, his hand catching yours.
“No wait, let me explain.” You tried pulling your hand from him, “please just give me a chance.”
“You have two minutes, George. Out with it.”
“I am in love with you.”
“Are you kidding me? Is this some form of joke you conjured up?”
“No, its not like that at all, Fred knows.”
“Oh, because that is supposed to make this better?” Your heart was sinking out of your chest.
“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I did, I think I may have loved you even before my brother loved you. He caught your attention first, I tried so hard to push my feelings down, I can’t do it anymore.” He stammered out.
“So now what? I get to either break your heart or his? Do you understand what kind of position this puts me in?”
“I do, I absolutely do, that’s why when Fred told me that I had to tell you, I didn’t want to. I don’t want to make you choose, neither does he.”
“What in the world is that supposed to mean? I love Fred, he loves me, and you love me. Now what?” Tears were stinging your eyes, threatening to spill over.
“Does, does that mean you don’t love me too?” Fear was written all over his face, part of him wished he never had asked.
You took a deep breath, covering your face with your hands. It felt as if an hour had passed before you looked back up at him. “I don’t know George. I don’t know how any of this works. What if I do… What if I do love you too? That still leaves me in a horrible spot. My options are, either I pick one of you, or what- I date both of you? Wait a minute, how long has Fred known?”
“Since the winter, he confronted me the night of the attack.”
“That was nearly six months ago! You mean to tell me you two have been hiding this from me for that long? What game are you two playing at here?”
“This is not a game to either of us, I assure you of that.”
“Your time is up George; I have to go.”
“Please don’t go, don’t do this to him, to us.”
“Oh, so it is all about the two of you again. What about me? Is no one thinking of me?”
“That is all either of us think about-” Your hand met the side of his face harshly.
“Don’t you dare start to say that either of you had me in mind. This was always about the both of you. Did Ginny know?”
He paused, afraid to upset you further. “Of course she did. I can’t trust a single person in this family.” You stormed off, he knew better than to try to follow you. What did he just do?
***
Making his way up the stairs, George was shattered. How was he going to tell Fred what just happened? He knocked on Ginny’s door first.
“What is going on? Why are you-”
“Just follow me, ill explain everything in a minute. We must get Fred. Maybe Mom too at this rate.”
Ginny suddenly understood how serious this all was if their mom may be needed. George burst through the door, finding Fred sat in his bed, most likely expecting to see you walk through the door with his brother, not his sister. “What is going on? Where is she?”
George paced back and forth, trying to find a way find a way to explain what had transpired. “I ruined this, for all of us.”
“What are you talking about George?” Ginny questioned.
“I kissed her.”
“You what?!” Ginny and Fred both asked, Fred moving to his feet.
“And I told her that I loved her, oh and just to top it off, she knows that the both of you knew.”
“Are you joking?” Fred closed in on his brother, fists clenched. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know, she took off. I tried to stop her I really did, but she was so angry.”
“Yup, we need mom on this one.” Ginny disappeared out to the staircase, yelling down for Molly.
“You mean to tell me, that you told her all of that, AND made a move on her?”
“I don’t know what came over me, all I could think about was what we talked about, I mean you’re the one who told me that I had to tell her.”
“Don’t you dare put this on me George, you didn’t want her to choose, but let’s be real here. She already had. She has been with me this entire time. Not you!”
“Well now she is with neither of us, I already blame myself. I have already been yelled at, don’t you yell at me too. I didn’t decide to fall in love with her!”
“Boys, what are you yelling about? What is going on Ginny?” Molly entered the room getting in between the twins.
“Oh. Just wait until you hear this one Mom, you tell her, go on George.” Freds jaw clenched.
“George?” Molly turned to face him.
“To make a long story short, we fell in love with the same girl. Fred and Ginny have known all along, tonight I kissed her. She took off.”
“And he told her that we both knew, don’t let him skip over that part.” Ginny added.
“Now she’s gone, the best thing that has ever happened to me, and she is gone. Because of him!” Fred exclaimed.
Molly turned on her heel to face Fred, pointing at his chest, “If all of this is true, if you knew? You are just as at fault as your brother. Both of you owed her honesty, above all else. Love is about honesty, about sacrifice, neither of you could get out of your own ways to give that girl what she deserved.”
Both boys fell silent as she continued, “That girl loves in a way that is unlike anything I have ever seen, you both would be blessed to feel that from her. Both of you are at fault here, and it is up to the both of you to fix it.”
A full day had passed since your altercation in the woods, your wounds almost healed; you were finally feeling stable enough to join the group downstairs. Ginny had taken the key to your home, meant for Fred to gather a bag of your things, now returning with a backpack slung over her shoulder. The twins still glued to your side.
“Alright you two, you at least have to allow her to change by herself, out.” Ginny stated to her brothers handing you your bag. They both looked almost insulted by her escorting them out of the door. “Don’t worry, she is in good hands, I will stay with her. Go downstairs, we will be down shortly.”
Fred looked over at you, ensuring you were okay with them leaving. Giving him a smile and a nod, “I will be ok Freddie, if I can take on the Cruciatus curse, I can handle Ginny.”
A scoff leaving George, “You don’t know Ginny that well then.” Ginny smacked him on the back of the head pushing him out of the door. “You see what I mean? The girls dangerous.”
You giggled, watching the siblings interact with one another. Closing the door behind her brothers, Ginny turned back to you. For the first time, you finally had a moment with Ginny alone, she looked at you as if you were breakable. “How are you feeling?”
“For the circumstances, I am doing alright. All I have done is sleep, but I am still tired.” You extended your hands out, “whatever they put on these worked well, look no scarring.”
“Let’s get you in the shower; I love you but you’re looking a bit disheveled.”
You looked down at the borrowed and tattered, too large, clothes you had been dressed in. Quickly nodding you agreed, “yeah, I need to wash this day off of me.”
Ginny assisted you in and out of the tub as your muscles were still tense. Pulling on your clean pants and t-shirt, you were starting to feel more like yourself. Sat on the floor, with Ginny sitting behind you, she gently pulled a brush through your hair.
“Gin?”
“Hm?”
“You know, I have been thinking a lot about what happened.” Ginny slowed her hand to a stop, listening to you intently. “I don’t feel scared when I remember everything, if I am honest, I am more angry than anything. But I am not mad at her, I am mad at myself.”
“Why would you be mad at yourself?”
“If I had just waited for Remus to come back before taking a shower or remembered my wand-”
“You cannot blame yourself. You had no reason to believe that Umbridge would come after you, she had not even shown up at the Burrow yet. It makes no sense that she went to you first.”
You nodded, wiping tears from your eyes. “If anything had happened to any of you? I couldn’t forgive myself Gin.”
“Thanks to you, nothing happened to any of us. No one that I have ever heard of has been able to fight off that curse the way you did.”
Turning to face her, “I cannot thank you all enough, for taking such good care of me. My parents- oh no my parents!”
“Don’t worry, Mom and Dad sent an owl this morning letting them know you were with us. They did not tell them what happened. They wrote back that they would be extending their travels knowing you were not home alone.”
“Of course they did” you scoffed, “because when would they be home?”
“You can stay with us if you would like, we were talking this morning about where everyone could sleep.”
You shook your head, “No, all I want is to sleep in my own bed tonight.”
“I would offer to come back with you, but I am sure I would have to fight my brothers in the back garden to have that honor.”
You both laughed quietly, “I get Fred following me around, but what does not make sense to me is George. He always seemed so mad at me, so distant, now he won’t leave my side?”
“Maybe he just is grateful for what you did for us. I couldn’t understand those two if I tried.”
“Not that I am complaining, I just can’t grasp his feelings towards me.”
An uncomfortable smile filling Ginny’s face, “alright turn back around so I can finish fixing this mess.”
***
Making your way downstairs, Ginny leading you through the large house. The smell of food cooking wafting through the air. You entered the kitchen to find everyone around the table, Molly behind the group directing the hot pans in front of them. Quickly rushing towards you, Molly rested her hands on your cheeks, “How are you feeling dear?”
“I am feeling much better, thank you.”
“Let’s get you a spot to eat, a full tummy never hurt anyone.”
“That sounds brilliant.” Finding your way to the table, a seat had been reserved for you between the twins. Fred standing to pull your chair out for you, George filling the glass in front of you with water. Sitting in your newfound spot; Freds hand found its way back on your upper leg much like the last time you had sat around a table with everyone.
The buzz of small talk filled the room, the coziness of being surrounded by the Weasleys easing your nerves. No one had mentioned what had happened to you, or what was to come of Umbridge. You felt almost as if you were part of a family for the first time in your life. You watched as dinner rolls were tossed to one another from across the large table, Ron not paying attention, George hitting him on the side of the head.
“Hey! Watch what your doing!” Ron grabbed his spoon filled with mashed potatoes, ready to fling it at his brother. Molly with her back still turned to everyone piped up “Ronald Weasley you best put that spoon either in your mouth or back on your plate.”
Ron rolled his eyes, putting his spoon in his mouth, “I wasn’t going to do anything.”
George stuck his tongue out at him, causing you to laugh.
“After we eat, we can head back home.” Arthur stated, “I trust that you will be joining us?”
A shared glance between you and Ginny catching the twins attention.
“You are, aren’t you?” They said in unison.
“After everything that has happened, I truly would love to spend the night in my own bed.”
“Yeah, I was going to see if I could stay with her if that was alright. Don’t want her to be alone.” Ginny responded, looking at Molly.
“We can go with her.” Once again Fred and George said together.
“See, I told you.” Ginny stated under her breath just loud enough for you to hear, causing you to smile.
“Well, there are two us of after all.” George responded, “So what do you say? Two for the price of one?” He bumped your arm with his.
“As long as Molly is okay with it?” looking up to her, hands on her hips in true Molly fashion. You could see her mulling it over.
“Only if this is what would make you more comfortable, but you know that you are always welcome home with us as well.”
“I appreciate your offer, but truly would love to get back. Although, I would feel safer if Fred and George could join me.”
“Alright then,” she pointed at you giving you a serious look “if anything changes, you come straight back to the burrow. We have more than enough room for you dearie.”
“I promise, if anything changes, I will have them bring me straight to you.”
***
After eating, everyone departed back to their rooms to pack up their things. Sitting on the bed, you laced up the shoes Ginny had brought back for you. You were lost in thought about your journey home, you were unsure how to get there as your travel to the safe house was in the dark, the last half you were unconscious for.
“Just about ready?” You looked up, finding George standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.
“I should be soon, what do you have there?” Motioning towards the wrapped box in one of his hands.
“I had meant to give this to you before Christmas break, I forgot it was in my bag if I am being honest. When I was packing things back up, I found them.” He crossed the room, sitting next to you on the bed. “I figured now you may need them more than ever.”
Handing you the package, you could feel his nervousness. Unwrapping the gift, you found a beautiful pair of mittens. “Oh George, thank you so much!” You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a tight hug. Releasing him, you quickly pulled them over your hands admiring how soft they were.
“Mom helped me make them.”
“How did you ever pick this color? I love it.”
“I- um, I tried to find a color that matched your eyes as closely as I could.”
“Georgie this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. Thank you so much, truly.”
He simply nodded, trying to bite back a smile. “Now if any other evil wizards or witches happen to find you, please remember proper attire for the weather.”
“I will keep that in mind.” You gave his knee a push with your own.
***
Returning home, Fred and George at your side, they insisted on checking your house before you went inside. Fred remaining outside with you, George going in to check everything over. You rested your head on Freds shoulder, patiently waiting to be given the all clear. A small chuckle leaving Fred catching your attention.
“What’s so funny Weasley?” You looked up at him.
“It’s just, the last time we were standing on these steps, I was pouring my heart out to you. Now here we are only a few days later, and I feel like you own it. I can never begin to thank you enough for what you did for me, for my family. I will spend the rest of my existence trying to repay you.”
“I didn’t do anything for you that you wouldn’t have done for me Freddie.”
Fred placed a quick, gentle kiss on your lips, resting his forehead on yours. The sound of George clearing his throat catching both of your attention.
“House is clear, we can go inside now.” George motioned towards the door.
“Thanks Georgie, what would I do without the both of you?” you slid your way into the house, leaving the twins together on the steps.
“Really? You couldn’t let me have just a few more seconds?” Fred questioned.
“Well, I figured you were getting cold out here, didn’t want to leave you stranded.” George shrugged at his brother. Both following you inside, each double checking that the front door was locked.
***
Your room was exactly how you had left it, apart from your drawers having been rummaged through by Ginny. It felt odd being here again, memories of Umbridge flashing back to you. You could still smell her perfume in the air, you had not expected to still feel her presence. Anxiety had begun to fill your chest. Flicking your wand, you lit some of the candles around your room to rid of the scent of her, pulling open your windows. Cold air rushed in, blowing your curtains around you, the frigid air enveloping your skin. Suddenly it felt harder to breathe, your room was spinning. You wanted to call out for the twins, but your body wouldn’t let you, you wanted to walk out of the room, but instead your legs gave in. Landing on your bedroom floor, you pulled your knees to your chest. Hot tears began filling your eyes, you could hear her voice in your ear, “I have not been known to be forgiving… Don’t tell me who I am or what I am capable of little girl.” Your heart was beating so hard you were sure it would give out, you hid head in your knees, hoping it would all stop.
You felt a pair of hands rest on your shoulders, startling you, you jumped back. Looking up you found Fred staring back at you. The look of panic on your face shocked him to his core. “George, she’s in here!” He yelled behind him; his hands found your cheeks pulling your gaze to his.
“It’s okay, you’re safe. What happened?”
You couldn’t speak just yet, hiding your face in his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. Sobs escaping from you at an alarming rate. Fred gently stroked your hair, shushing you quietly. George rushing to your side, started rubbing your back. The twins exchanged a concerned look, both of their hearts breaking for you.
“Its okay, were here.” They stated in unison. Minutes passed like hours as they waited for you to return to them. Finally, you pulled from Freds chest, covering your face with your shaky hands, you took a deep breath.
“It smells like her in here, I tried to open the windows to let in some fresh air. The cold hit me, and it all happened so quickly. It was like she was still here.” Rubbing your eyes you looked up to find Fred sitting in front of you, George positioned behind you as if they were your own personal safety blanket. “I’m sorry I overreacted.”
“You went through a great deal, it is normal to feel scared.” George interjected.
“We will make sure there are no signs of her left here, George and I will go through each and every room with you to check. First things first, we are closing that window.” Fred went to stand, your hand catching his holding him in place. “it’s ok, ill just be a few feet away, George is right there.”
You released your grip, leaning back slightly to allow yourself to rest on George. “There you go.” Watching Fred carefully, you observed as he closed your bedroom window, crossing to your dresser which held your record player. Moving the needle onto the round disk, he flicked the power button on, soft music filling the space around you.
“You never changed the record?” He turned to you, both of you recognizing the music playing through the speakers as the same song from first night he had stayed with you. You shook your head, “I couldn’t bring myself to put something else on yet.”
“Do I even want to know?” George rung out from behind you.
A soft giggle escaping you, pink flushing to your cheeks.
“Hey there’s our girl, first smile I have seen from you since we got back.” Fred crouched down in front of you. He extended his hand out to you, pulling you up from the floor slowly. George arose behind you, both brothers ensuring you were steady on your feet.
Following your lead towards the bathroom, you paused in front of the door. “This is where she found me, I know my clothes from before the shower are still on the floor.”
“Why don’t you wait here, I can get them for you. Stay with Fred.” George stepped forward; you raised your hand to stop him.
“I have to do this, if I keep avoiding it, I will always be afraid.” You took a deep breath, “plus, I have you two here to protect me.”
“We’re right behind you.” They echoed each other.
Pushing the door open, it was as you had expected, your towel thrown over the counter, clothes strewn about on the floor. The feeling of panic had begun to rise back through your system; two strong hands finding either of your shoulders as both brothers reached out to you. “You can do this.” Fred said softly.
Bending down, you collected your clothes, pulling your towel from the counter. You tossed all the laundry into the nearby hamper, along with the bathmat. Remembering how you had fallen to it in pain, you wanted to wash all of it away. The twins staggered themselves in the doorway, ensuring to give enough space between them if you needed to step out; not wanting you to feel trapped. You went to pick up the laundry bin to move it out of the room, George moved forward to take it from you. “At least let me do this for you, please?”
You nodded, handing it to him, your hands brushing for only a moment. “Down the hall and to the right.” George followed your instructions to the laundry room.
“How are you doing?” Fred asked.
“Grateful for you being here, I don’t think I could have done this on my own. For the first time in my life, being on my own scares me a little.”
“Hey, as long as I am breathing, you will never be alone. Even after that, I will haunt you, just to make sure you are never on your own.”
“Oh great, first a crazy witch, now I have a prankster ghost to worry about?”
“I would give Peeves a run for his money.”
A smile formed across your face, “you already do Weasley.”
“To be fair, you give me a run for my money. You amaze me with that quick wit.”
“Someone has to keep you on your toes Freddie.”
“Lucky for me, you knocked me right off of those toes, and I fell head over heels for you.”
Your head snapped in his direction; his eyes filled with admiration. “You’re falling for me?”
“Oh honey, I have fallen, even scraped my elbow, look.” He pulled up his sleeve, showing you his elbow, no bruises or abrasions to be seen.
“What are you saying?”
“This was not how I had planned on telling you. I had hoped for a bit more romance, or to not be in your bathroom.” He paused, “I love you. Since the day I saw you for the first time in the room of requirement, I have loved you. I fear that I can never go back to life without you. You’re stuck with me.”
Once returning to Burrow, you could not help but notice that everyone had made their way inside.
“Something isn’t right, come on.” Concern flashed across Freds face, grabbing your hand pulling you into the house with him. Entering the door, you were met with hushed and tense conversations. You were surprised to find Professor Lupin standing with the Weasleys. For the first time since your conversation upstairs, George had now made his way to the kitchen, jaw clenched, his eyes never lifting to meet yours. Molly noticing your entry, the conversation halted. You were afraid they were upset for your sneaking away, not sure what to say you looked up at Fred, who was staring at his twin trying to be clued in on what the fuss was.
“What happened?” Fred spoke.
Lupin stepped forward, “The Ministry has been abuzz since your stint at the school, Umbridge apparently lost her job after the embarrassment to the Ministry’s reputation. She has gone on quite the rampage, making some very serious threats to you and your brother.”
“That’s absurd! She only got exactly what was coming for her after what she was doing to Hogwarts. She has gone mad if-”
“You’re right, she has gone mad. Delores has never been the gentlest even on her best days. That’s why we are moving you and your family until she has been located.”
Molly stepped forward, “Hermione has returned back home, we know that Umbridge will never attack amongst the Muggles.”
Fred pulled you closer behind him, you were unsure if to protect you or to hide you. Arthur cleared his throat looking uncomfortable with the news he had to share.
“I will escort the girl home, she will be safe there as Umbridge is unaware of your budding relationship.”
“You have gone just as mad as Umbridge has if you believe I am going to leave her alone right now.”
Sensing how serious Molly, Arthur and Lupin were you spoke up. “Freddie, I will be okay. Umbridge never saw us together, she would have no reason to connect us together. You need to go to with them.” Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, “The order moves quickly, there are more of them than there is of her. This won’t take long, as soon as she has been found you can come get me.”
George stepped away from the sink he had been leaning on, “Umbridge knows she is friends with Ginny, that is an open link you all seem to be missing. You must know she is smarter than to ignore that connection.”
“If it will keep everyone comfortable, as soon as we get you all to the second location, I can personally return to guard her home.” Lupin interjected.
“See? I will be just fine,” your eyes flashed back and forth between the twins, “you all need to get to where you need to be. I will not be responsible for any of you being hurt.”
George scoffed, shaking his head. “Fine, if someone stays with her, I will go.”
You were taken back by George’s concern for your safety, even more so after how cold he had been towards you earlier. Fred stepped closer to Arthur, his eyes pleading, “please, if anything happens to her-”
“Yes, we know.” Arthur turned to you, “The order will keep ALL of us safe. Like you said, there are more of us than there are of her.”
***
You followed the twins up to their room while they quickly packed their bags. Fred insisting on staying with you as long as he could before you were forced to depart. If George was on edge before, he was teetering now. You kept your distance so as not to upset him further. George finished packing his bag first, pushing past you without a word, making his way back downstairs. Freds hands were shaking as he closed the zipper to his bag.
Sliding up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. He took a deep breath, placing his hand atop yours. “I promise you, as soon as she is found I will come straight to you. I will not let her ruin anything else for me.” You could hear the nervousness in his voice.
“I will even send my spare key back when they drop me off, so no matter when this is over, you can come back to me.”
Fred spun in your arms, wrapping you in an embrace. After a sullen moment, he pulled back slightly resting his hand on your cheek, pulling your eyes to his.
“I promise to always find you, always.” Butterflies filled your stomach at his tone. “This isn’t right, you should not be the one doing the comforting here, I have a group of people with me, you’re going home alone.”
“I won’t be alone; Remus will be with me until you are back at my side where you belong Freddie.” He pulled you in giving you a soft kiss.
A knock at the door caught your attention, you turned to find Molly awaiting in the doorway. “I don’t mean to interrupt but we have to get moving.”
***
After departing from the Burrow and more importantly the Weasleys, Lupin saw to it that you were home safely before leaving you. “Once I have confirmed that everyone has made it to the safe house as intended, I will return it should not take more than an hour. Do your best to relax, have some chocolate, it helps.” Keeping true to your promise you sent him with a key for Fred. Making a quick exit, you locked the door behind him, making your way back to your bedroom. You should have been nervous, terrified even, and yet you had full faith in what Lupin had told you. With the knowledge that Lupin would be returning shortly, you decided to take the opportunity to take a shower.
Entering the shower, your aching muscles were grateful for the relief of the warm water rushing over you. Humming contently as you massaged your conditioner out of your hair, you were sure you had heard the front door close. You would not have put it past Fred to sneak away from the group that quickly to return to you. Finishing rinsing the product from your hair turning off the water. You stopped to listen for any evidence of movement, you heard shuffling from your bedroom.
“Hello?” you called out wrapping yourself in your towel. A moment passed, but no response to be heard. Not wanting to be caught without your clothes on, you promptly pulled on your clean clothes before reaching to unlock the latch. Before you could reach for the door a whisper sounded on the other side, “Alohomora”.
Frozen with fear you stood and watched as the lock slowly spun within the handle. Looking to the counter, you remembered your wand was left next to your bed. The door swung open quickly, nearly knocking you back. You could not have prepared yourself for what you saw next. Standing in the entryway to the bathroom was Delores Umbridge, looking greatly disheveled. Her wand was pointed directly at you, her hand shaking. “Where are they?”
The look in her eye was unnerving, deranged almost. You knew without a fraction of a doubt, you were not going to tell her anything.
“I will have order, that red headed twit and his brother have caused far too much dismay” She paused. “ I saw more than the students realized during my time at Hogwarts. The way those two watched over you, it was easy to know where at least one of them would be after that show of complete disregard for authority.”
Her wand lowered slightly, giving you the confidence to respond, “If you know where they are, why are you asking me?” causing her jaw to clench. What happened next scared you more than you thought was possible in this moment. A high giggle escaped her, and an evil smirk crossed her face.
“Well if you wont tell me where they are, I am sure we can find a way to bring them to us. If their sweet love is under the effects of the Cruciatus Curse, they are bound to come running to her rescue.”
“You wouldn’t use the Cruciatus curse just for information. Over a little firework show?” attempting to call her bluff you stepped towards her. “Oh, Delores, you didn’t let them affect you that much did you? I took you for a stronger woman than that.”
Before you were able to continue, your entire body filled with the most excruciating pain you had ever felt. Your knees gave out from under you throwing you to the floor, you attempted to scream but the air felt as if it had been pulled from your lungs.
Umbridge stepped closer to you, wand still pointing at you, the pain relented for only a moment. “Do not tell me who or what I am little girl, you will either tell me where they are or you will call them to us.”
As quickly as the pain had stopped it rebegan. Even with the pain enveloping your body, your mind was pushing through. “don’t tell her anything, eventually she must stop. You have to get to your wand. Stand up.” Your vision was going blurry, and you were fighting to stay conscious. Once again, the pain had stopped.
“Not so mouthy in pain, are we? Are you ready to tell me where they are?”
“You must buy time for Lupin will return soon or you have to get back to your wand.”
You nodded weakly, gasping loudly attempting to catch your breath.
A satisfied squeak pushed through her lips. “See how easy that was?”
Your mind was screaming at you to cause a diversion, to fight back. Just hoping she could not see past your deception, you pulled yourself to your feet. Staggering towards your room, her wand pushed into your back, causing you to freeze.
“Now no tricks, I have not been known to be the forgiving type.”
You knew if she saw you reaching for your wand she would start her assault again. Thinking on your feet you added “I need to get my shoes; I will take you to them.”
“I assure you; cold feet are the least of your worries, take me to them.”
“You won’t let me get my shoes? There is still snow on the ground.”
“Well then you best move quickly if you want to keep your toes.”
***
You had no idea where you were going to lead her, now having no shoes, jacket or wand. With no knowledge of where the safe house was, you left your home. Hoping that anyone from the Order would see you with Umbridge and assist. She quickly interlocked her arm with yours keeping her wand pressed to your side beneath her coat. Walking in the dark, aimlessly, your hope of someone spotting you was diminishing. It had had to have been at least twenty minutes of walking, your feet had gone numb at this point, your wet hair now covered in a layer of frost. You still had no idea where you were going but you knew you could not lead her to the Weasleys. Noticing a pair of footprints in the snow, you had decided to follow them into the woods. Hopefully you would run into someone along the way. “if we go deep enough into the trees, try to run from her, disarm her if you can.”
The light of the moon was all that was illuminating your path forward, as you reached a clearing, she pulled your arm stopping you in your tracks.
“Where are you leading me? We have been walking far too long at this point.”
Her wand raising to point at your chest, you were shivering at a rate that made it hard for you to speak.
“I-I am t-t-trying. I-it is s-so c-cold.”
“How close are we?” You must have taken too long to respond, because the pain once again washed over you.
Falling to the forest floor, a scream fought its way past your chest, screaming into the darkness. You laid there, freezing, in horrible pain. Accepting your fate that she was most likely never going to give in. You were so tired from walking; your feet had broken open from the cold and were bleeding into the snow below you. Darkness was closing in on your vision, you weren’t sure how much longer you could stay awake, pain radiating deep within your core. From the distance you could see a dark black dog approaching you rapidly. You had done your studies well enough you knew this was the Grimm. Panic should have flashed through you at the thought of death coming for you, but the idea of this pain coming to an end felt like a relief. Watching as the dog rushed towards you, you were expecting it to bend down to take you. You closed your eyes waiting for its arrival, suddenly the pain stopped, but you were still awake. Reopening your eyes at the sound of Umbridge’s yelps, you watched as it lunged towards her, biting down firmly on the arm that was holding her wand.
She released her grip, her wand falling to the ground near you. All you could hear was gnashing teeth and deep growls. With the last strength you had left, you crawled over to her wand, raising it from the snow drift it had landed in. Your vision was spotty, hands shaking, you could barely hold your head up. Fear ran over you, worried you would hit the dog and not her, that she would continue to harm you.
A voice rang from behind you, calling out your name. You recognized him immediately; it was Lupin. It must have been his footprints in the snow you were following, or maybe he heard your screams and came to your rescue. Now knowing you were safe at last, your body gave out, unconsciousness taking over you.
***
Your eyes opened slowly, not recognizing your surroundings. You attempted to sit up quickly remembering your earlier attack. A hand met your shoulder stopping you, turning to your right you were met with George. “Shh, it’s okay, you’re safe now. Don’t try to move too quickly.” His voice was much softer than you had expected.
You looked to your left, finding Fred asleep on your thigh. You had no idea where you were, or how long you had been asleep for. You went to question where you were, a stinging pain returning to your head, stopping you.
“You were smart to follow Lupins tracks. He was on his way back with Sirius when they heard your screams.” He paused, pain radiating from his expression, releasing a shaky breath he continued, “They said you were trying to fight back brilliantly. They said they had never seen someone hold off the Cruciaders curse for so long.” He had been holding your hand, not yet ready to meet your eyes, he watched your fingers. You could see his face was tear stained, his eyes puffy from crying.
“How long have I been asleep for?” Your voice was raspy, your throat aching with thirst. George must have heard how parched you had been, promptly grabbing the glass of water from your end side table. He lifted the cup to your lips assisting you to take a sip.
“You have been asleep for about 10 hours; you awoke much earlier than they had predicted. You are stronger than everyone gives you credit for, you know that?” He brushed your hair out of your face, looking over you for any cuts or bruises. He let out a sigh, “I told them she would have been smart enough to come to find you, but they just wouldn’t listen to me. Took a swing at my dad even when I found out what had happened.” He paused, his chin quivering.
“Georgie, look at me. Please.”
He took a moment, closing his eyes, attempting to find his composure to meet your gaze.
Tightening your grip on his hand, you gave it a reassuring squeeze, “Hey, I’m okay Georgie, I was not about to let her find you both. I wasn’t sure where I was going to take her, but I knew it was not to either of you.”
He nodded, a sob escaping him. “It was either me or all of you, I was never going to bring her to you.” You shrugged, “Figured I was stronger than the two of you combined.” A confused look crossed his face, finally looking up at you. “Just trying to diffuse the tension” you smiled at him.
“You’re joking at a time like this?” he paused wiping the tears from his face, “my brother really is the luckier twin, isn’t he?”
It was your turn to look confused.
“This is not right; you should not be the one doing the comforting.” You smiled to yourself noticing the parallel in this statement as Fred had stated something similar to you before leaving the Burrow. A stir from your left caught your attention.
“You’re awake? How are you feeling? George why didn’t you wake me?” stumbling over his words, he stood up leaving a kiss on your temple, resting his forehead on yours. “Do you need anything? How is your pain-“
“I am ok Freddie, really. Georgie here has been taking good care of me.”
“What did you think you were doing out there? What happened?” Fred scooting his chair closer to you.
“We don’t need to know what happened just yet, let her rest Fred.” George interrupting his brother.
“No, no, it is alright.” You tried pushing yourself up to a more sitting position, your muscles screaming with exhaustion” I will tell you what happened. Just please be patient with me, my memory is still foggy.”
George stood from his chair turning his back to both of you. He crossed his arms across his chest, he knew he could not look at you, but refused to exit the room. He could not be expected to hold his composure as you discussed your attack, let alone while his brother embraced you the way he so desperately craved.
As you recounted the events that had unfolded, Fred watched you intently, trying to hide his horrified expression. You recalled the pain you had felt, and how your consciousness was pushing you to fight back. How your feet cut open in the snow before they had gone numb, and how cold you had felt laying on the forest floor. Pausing to take a deep breath, fighting back tears.
George uncrossed his arms, his fists clenching at his sides. His worry was quickly turning to anger. The idea of you in that much pain, or fear, became too much for him. He exited the room slamming the door behind him. The loud bang causing you to jump.
“Ignore him, he just can’t hold his emotions well.” Fred stated watching the door, quickly returning his attention to you. “What can I do for you? You have done so much for us, for me.”
You slid over in the bed making room, “please come lay with me Freddie.”
Cautiously, Fred crawled into the bed with you, allowing you to curl into his side, head on his chest. His fingers tracing up and down your back, you melted into him.
“It was so awful, I didn’t know what was going to happen, if I was going to see you again. If I could stop her-“ a lump in your throat formed, choking back your words. You could not hold back the tears any longer. Fred pulled you in closer as they streamed down your face, you gripped onto his sweater, afraid if you were to let go, that he would evaporate from your clutches.
***
The exhaustion of everything you had been through mixed with the comfort of Freds embrace eventually had lulled you into a dreamless sleep. Fred was grateful that you were resting, that you could not see the expression strewn across his face as his heart broke for what you had gone through. A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
“Who is it?” he said softly to not wake you.
“Its George, can I come in?”
“Yeah but be quiet.”
George tiptoed his way into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The sight of you curled up on his brothers’ chest felt bittersweet. Relieved that you were once resting again and safe, yet wishing it was him making you feel that way. He sat back in his chair alongside the bed, watching you carefully. The twins sat silently, both focusing on your breathing, ensuring they did not wake you. Your slow, deep breathing confirmed that you were resting peacefully.
“She’s going to be okay you know?” They both questioned each other in unison. Causing them both to chuckle.
“George, how did we let this happen? We should have brought her with us.”
“We were greatly outnumbered I’m afraid. That one right there was enough to convince me that the sky wasn’t falling.” He motioned towards your sleeping form.
“She is quite compelling.” Fred chuckled, placing a kiss to your forehead. “You know you are going to have to tell her eventually, right?”
For the first time since re-entering the room, Georges eyes diverted from you, looking at his brother. “What are you talking about?” Panic washed over him.
“Oh, come on George, you act as if I haven’t known you since before, we were born.” George expected Fred to look angry, or even disappointed, surprised by his relaxed expression. “I’m sorry it took me so long to really realize it. I have been so caught up in everything lately to even notice how much you were effected by this. By us.”
“What gave me away?”
“When you tried to hit Dad. I have only ever seen you that mad once before.”
George chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “fourth year, when Wood had accompanied Katie Bell to the spring fling after I had followed her around for a week trying to gain the courage to ask her. I was lucky he didn’t kick me off the team for knocking that bludger directly at him.”
“Why only have one great beater when I have two?” They both stated in a mocking tone. A small moment of hushed laughter passed over them, falling into a comfortable silence.
“Are you not upset with me Freddie?”
Fred shook his head, “I don’t think I could blame you; it was only a matter of time before we both fell in love with the same girl. Honestly? I am relieved. After what happened yesterday, I am just glad she has two of us to watch over her.”
“Trouble does seem to follow her around, doesn’t it?”
“Well, she did find us, didn’t she?”
“I don’t think I can tell her though. I refuse to put her in a position where she feels she must choose”
Interlocking your fingers into his ginger hair you tugged slightly, causing a groan to escape him. You took this as an invitation to continue, slipping your tongue over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth granting you access to wrap his tongue with yours. You could never get enough of the way you melted together like this. Fred pushed you backwards until your thighs met the table set up behind you. His hands hooking under your thighs, helping you onto the table, slotting himself between your legs, his lips never leaving yours.
Your hands found his belt quickly undoing it. Fred let out a chuckle, “eager, are we?”
“Is that a problem for you?” you teased back at him pulling your shirt over your head.
“If you stay that eager for me? Yes, absolutely that is going to be a problem, I fear I would never leave from between your legs if given the opportunity. I would spend all day showing you just exactly how much I adore you.” His eyes darkened, noticing how your breath hitched at his words.
His hands made quick work of pulling your jeans down off your hips and tossing them to the floor. Reaching down his fingers finding your aching clit, rubbing slow circles over it. Your head tossed back, letting a moan escape you. Your orgasm was already quickly approaching, Fred could read your body the way no one else ever had. Applying more pressure to your swollen bud, he leaned down to your ear, “I just love how your body reacts to my touch, you are already so wet for me.”
“Please.” Is all you could manage to get out.
“Begging so nicely for me already, what a good girl.”
As his pace quickened, you could feel yourself coming undone under his touch. The knot in your stomach tightened, your moans growing louder. Gripping the edges of the table, your legs began to shake, your core clenching down on nothing. As your orgasm neared, Fred slid his finger deep within you, angling it upwards, hitting that delicious spot that made your vision blur. His pace never relenting.
“I- I’m g-going to cum. Please d-don’t stop.”
“Sweetheart I wouldn’t dream of it.” His thumb met your clit adding a second finger inside of you. Your first orgasm washed over you. His name falling from your lips like a prayer, his voice keeping you grounded. “that’s it baby, let yourself go for me.”
As your orgasm concluded, Fred pulled himself from between your legs. As he brought his hand to his lips, you stopped him. Pulling his hand to your mouth, you sucked the taste of yourself off his fingers. His eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open, a deep groan of approval leaving him.
“I didn’t know my sweet girl could be so dirty.”
Reaching between you he slid his trousers down enough to expose his hard cock. Running the sensitive tip between your soaked folds. As he lined himself up with your entrance, he inched into you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your leg wrapping around his waist pulling his hips flush with yours. His brow furrowed, his jaw hanging slack, gripping your hips tightly. He leaned down interlocking his lips with yours.
His hips begun rocking into you at a harsh pace, causing you to moan into his mouth. You could feel the table scooting back and forth with how rapidly he was pushing into you. Every thrust quickly retightening the knot in your lower stomach. Fred rested his arms on either side of your head, encapsulating you with himself.
Your back arching off the table, your hands gripping onto his shirt. You were doing everything to hold yourself back from cumming for the second time.
“Come on baby, I can feel you clamping down on my cock. You’re going to cum again for me aren’t you?”
You shook your head no, “I need you to cum with me Freddie, please.”
“Oh, I am going to fill you up baby. Going to leave you a sticky fucking mess, so that when we go back to everyone, I will be dripping down your perfect thighs.”
Your eyes rolled back, releasing a loud moan, continuing to hold back your orgasm.
“You like that don’t you dirty girl? The idea of walking around with my cum covering your sweet pussy, no one else being the wiser.”
You nodded up at him, biting your bottom lip. You had yet to see this side of him, usually so gentle with you. His hand wrapped around your throat giving it a soft squeeze.
“My dirty girl.” He smirked.” Now, I believe I told you to stop being so fucking greedy, give it to me.”
His hips pushing into you more roughly, you could no longer hold back. Your next orgasm pushing through you with an intensity you could not have anticipated.
“Oh, that’s a good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.” Freds words paced in between the thrusts of his hips. Your walls tightening down on him, pulling his orgasm from him. Pumping you full of his hot cum, he rested his forehead on yours. His hips came to a shuddered stop, allowing you both a moment to collect yourself before pulling out of you. Looking down between your legs, his fingers collecting the mixture of your releases that had pooled out of you. Pushing it back inside of you, a hiss of over stimulation leaving your lips.
“Can’t have any of this going to waste my dear.”
Fred assisted you with pulling your pants back up your legs, guiding you off the table. Your legs still feeling weak, causing your knees to buckle. His large hands catching you, helping you find your footing.
“Careful now baby, are you okay?”
You blushed, nodding “Yeah, I am ok, just need to tell my legs to start working again.”
You stood at your kitchen sink, looking out the window, watching the snow fall. You could not believe what had all transpired in the last two days. As if sensing you thinking of him, Fred came up from behind you, resting his hands on either side of you on the counter. His chin resting on your shoulder, completely encapsulating you in his presence.
“Lost in thought, are we?”
You chuckled, “yeah, something like that.”
“As much as I never want to leave, I fear if Mum and Dad return to my absence, you may never hear from me again.” He pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Are you sure you can handle Molly alone?”
“Well, that depends, are you offering to come with me?”
You turned to face him, “does the hero need saving?”
A sly smile spread across his face, inching his lips ever so closer to yours. “Do you think you could save me Angel?”
“hmm, I think I could find some time in my ever busying schedule.” Leaning up closing the gap between you, pressing a slow kiss to his lips, his hand embracing your cheek.
Pulling away from you, his eyes stay locked on yours. “Would you really come back to the Burrow with me? I think they may take it easier on me if you were there.”
“Of course, Freddie. Gives me some time to catch up with my favorite Weasley.”
His eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Ginny, Fred, I am talking about Ginny.”
“So… how do I get higher on that list?”
“If you keep repeating this morning, that may just do it.”
Slipping out from his arms you walked towards your room, Fred chasing behind you.
“Your wish is my command.”
***
Arriving at the Burrow, Freds fingers intertwined with yours. Giving his hand a squeeze of reassurance you made your way to the front door. You had yet to visit the Burrow, with you being an only child, your parents frequently traveling, Ginny had always joined you at your home. There was something so enchanting about the multiple additions they had built onto the house. You could feel the love oozing out of the mismatched windows. Multitudes of voices could be heard from inside as you reached the front stoop. The door swinging open before either of you could reach for the knob.
“Where have you been?” Molly Weasley stood in the door frame, hands on her hips. Her eyes focused on Fred, her expression changing to surprise as she caught you in her sight.
“Ginny is upstairs dear. Go on up.” Unsure what to do you looked up at Fred, him giving you a nod of assurance that he would be ok. You pulled away slipping past Molly, making your way to the large staircase. Following up the stairs, making notice of all the family photos, and childhood drawings littering the walls. Doors branching off in all directions, at every level feeling as if you would never find Ginny’s room. Passing a door half painted orange, half purple you knew this must have been the twin’s room. From the level above you, you heard Ginny’s voice, rushing to her door, you pushed in through without knocking.
Looking up at you surprised, she rushed to you. “Finished snogging my brother, have you?” she said with a smile, pulling you into a hug.
“I have no idea what you are talking about Gin.”
“Then what’s this?” pushing your hair to the side to expose your poorly covered hickey on your neck. You shoved her by her shoulder, quickly pulling your hair back down, a deep blush covering your cheeks.
“Like I said, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You sat on the edge of her bed, she plopped herself down next to you. Having many questions of what all had happened, Ginny started her interrogation. Cautious of some details, you recapped the events of the night before. How the other girls had been circled around the table when you had arrived, how you made him choke on his drink mid conversation.
Curious of how much trouble the twins were in, you inquired about what had happened with George before your arrival. Ginny shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Georges name, for what you had believed to be due to a verbal assault given by Molly prior to you getting to the Burrow.
She told you as much as she could, about how Harry, Ron, Hermione and herself tried to reason with Molly about what had happened. How cruel Umbridge had been to the students, all showing the scars fading on their hands. Explaining that the twins were helping more people than she could have understood. Nevertheless, still angry that the boys had given up their academic career in the process, her upset had pulled back.
Ginny’s door pushed open, expecting to see Fred, you were surprised to see George standing there. Rushing over to hug him, you almost knocked him off his feet with your embrace. You could not see his face to notice how red it had become. His eyes flashed to Ginny with panic of embarrassing himself.
“Now what was that for? -- You do know I’m George, right?”
You pulled away to look at him, “Of course I know you’re George!” you slapped his shoulder playfully. “No matter how much you two may look alike, its not that difficult to tell you both apart. I did not have the chance to thank you for what you did to Umbridge back at school.”
“Oh... You’re welcome, I guess. Just couldn’t take what she was doing any longer. Fred and I always believed we were destined for more than academic achievement.”
“Well, you performed brilliantly if I do say so myself.”
George’s stomach flipped at the way you smiled up at him. Ginny noticed George getting a bit too comfortable with you.
“We should probably go check on Fred, don’t you think? Mum has had him down there for quite some time.” George felt as if Ginny was staring directly into his soul, the extra punch to Freds name pulling him back to reality.
You turned to look at Ginny to respond when George noticed the purple mark on your neck. A tinge of pain rushed through him, quickly turning to anger.
“I am sure he is just fine, but feel free to go rescue lover boy, I’ll be in my room.” Turning on his heel, he retreated to his room, closing the door behind him.
“What is his deal?”
“Who knows.” She shrugged. “Come on lets go, I’m feeling a bit peckish, I’m sure we could find a spot of something downstairs.”
You followed Ginny out of her room, stopping to look back at Georges door, wondering why he had become so cold when Fred was mentioned. You wanted to continue down the stairs after Ginny, but your legs wouldn’t allow you to follow. Everything in you was telling you to go check on George.
“Hey Gin, I will be right down, don’t wait up.”
Ginny knew you were asking for trouble by going back but knew there was no chance she was going to be able to stop you. She disappeared down the stairs without another word. You knocked softly on George’s door, awaiting a response, but met with silence.
“Hey Georgie, you better be decent because I’m coming in.” You covered your eyes opening the door, stepping inside. After waiting a moment, you peeked through your fingers, “am I safe?”
He chuckled, “yeah, you’re safe.”
You opened your eyes to find George standing at the window. He turned to face you, leaning against the windowsill, arms crossed over his chest.
“I thought you were going downstairs?”
“I will be, but I figured I would come check on you.”
George’s thoughts were filled with static; you had come to check on him? Not only were you in his room, but this was also the first time you were ever alone together. He wished he could just reach out and embrace you. He realized he had been standing there silently for a pause too long. Clearing his throat before continuing.
“Yeah, I am ok. Just a bit tense lately.”
Stepping closer to him, you searched his face for any form of indication of what he was thinking. “George… You know you can talk to me, right?”
He memorized how you said his name, if he never heard anything again, he would be happy. Turning back towards the window, attempting to regain his composure. Nodding silently, he swallowed back the burning sensation he felt in his throat.
“Yeah, thank you. If I need anything I will be sure to let you know, you should probably go check on Fred though.”
He could feel your presence closing in on him as you got closer to him. You reached out to touch his arm, goosebumps instantly spreading across his skin. Your voice calling him back to his room.
“I know when someone is not okay, and I can tell that you’re more than just tense. I won’t push you if you don’t want to talk to me. I am here for you too though.” You angled your head trying to meet his gaze. He glanced at you briefly, just long enough for you to notice the tears welling in his eyes.
“I told you to go check on Fred, I’m fine.” Pulling his arm from under your touch. It hurt him to turn you away, to be so cold towards you. Having you so close to him was almost too much for him to bear.
“I can see I have overstayed my welcome.” You backed your way out of his room, stopping just as you reached the door frame, “I meant what I said though. If you need anything, come find me.” You closed the door behind you.
Listening to the stairs creak as you made your decent, his emotions overran his capability to hold himself together. Falling on his knees he felt as if he was fighting to breathe. The reality of his situation crashing over him. Not only was he in love with you, he was completely enamored with you. He felt so torn, was he really going to let you come between him and Fred? Was he really going to let Fred come between you and him?
***
Regaining the group downstairs, you tried to hide the hurt that must have been written on your face. Ginny watched you carefully, attempting to read your expression. You smiled at her, doing your best to convince her everything was fine. She nodded, knowing better but not wanting to confront you with everyone else around. You found Fred was still talking with Arthur and Molly, his attention turning to you. The tone of their conversation was much lighter than you had anticipated. Arthur departed the conversation first, approaching you.
“Ah, I heard you were somewhere around here. So nice to see you again!” He enveloped you in a hug, whispering in your ear “Keep him out of more trouble, will you?”
“If only that was possible.” He patted your arm before making his way to the kitchen, Molly was the next to make her way to you.
“So, I hear you and my boy? Are you sure you know what you are getting into?” her hands found her hips again giving you a concerned look.
Fred finding his place at your side, “Mum, I can barely keep up with her most of the time, I am sure she will be just fine.”
“We will see about that, now come to the kitchen for lunch.” She gave Fred a look of warning, exiting to the kitchen.
He turned to you resting a kiss on your forehead, “What was all that whispering with Dad about? Keeping secrets are we?”
“It wouldn’t be a secret if I told you, now, would it?”
“And she’s worried that I am going to give you a run for your money?”
Fred leaned in to kiss you only to be stopped by Ginny throwing a ball of yarn at him.
“Hey is it not enough that I have to know about you two, without having to watch you snog in my own home?”
With a fake gasp you turned to her, “Ginny are you feeling left out? Come here, there’s enough of me to go around.”
“Don’t you dare.” You chased after her, rounding the couch making kissy noises at her. “Come on Gin, you know you love me!”
“Not that much!”
***
After joining the table for lunch, you could not help but notice George’s chair remaining empty. You did your best to keep your mind from thoughts of him. It did not make sense to you, Fred was sat right next to you, Ginny across the table, why were you so locked in on George? You felt Freds hand make its way to your thigh under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze pulling you back to reality. A blush running across your cheeks, you bit back a smile as his hand slid further up your leg. Ginny kicked both you and Fred from under the table, her eyes flashing to Molly who was watching you curiously.
“Thank you so much for lunch Mrs. Weasley.”
“Please, call me Molly. So how long will you be staying with us dear? It is so nice to have you here with us for a change.”
You shrugged, “I honestly was not sure, I don’t want to impose.”
“You are not an imposition, feel free to stay as long as you would like.” Molly gave you a warm smile.
“Ginny tells us your parents have yet to return from their travels?” Arthur added.
“No, they should be home in a few days. I sent them an owl this morning letting them know everything was ok and not to rush home. School will be back in session soon enough.”
“Well, you are more than welcome here, the girls are sharing Ginny’s room, it’s a tight squeeze but we always have room.” Arthur stated, popping another bite into his mouth.
Freds grip on your leg tightened, the thought of spending more time with each other making you both smile.
“I could stay for a while longer.”
***
Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Fred and yourself had made your way into the snow. Ron, Fred and Harry were hurling snowballs at one another. You busied yourself alongside Ginny and Hermione building a snowman. Being around everyone in such a casual setting was the most relaxed you had felt in ages. Between Umbridge’s constant beratement, preparation for the O.W.Ls, and the recent passing of Cedric, you had been greatly stressed. Regardless of how cold your fingers and the tip of your nose had become; warmth was radiating from within you. Fred coming up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You stood wrapped in his arms admiring your work as Hermione added the final stone to the snowman’s face, completing his cheerful demeanor.
“Do you think you would want to take a walk with me? Just the two of us?” Fred questioned in your ear.
“Planning your escape already Freddie?”
“Only if you are coming with me,” he pressed a kiss to the crook of your neck. “So, what do you say?”
“I would love to accompany you for a walk Weasley.”
***
Walking hand in hand, Fred pulled you to the woods with him. The voices of everyone else fading into the background as you pushed further into the trees.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t you trust me beautiful?”
“Are you aware of who you are?”
He paused thinking for a moment, “that is completely fair, if I am being honest with you.” He chuckled, “just a few more minutes, I promise.”
As you continued to follow you came to a clearing in the trees, a small tent caught your attention. Fred pulled back the opening, “your palace awaits your majesty.”
Bending down you entered what from the outside seemed as if it was only a few feet wide, inside was a room that had more space than the twins and Ginny’s room combined.
“Dad enchanted this for a trip not too long ago, I found it in the garage. Put it up out here for when I need to get away from everything. He thinks he lost it, part of me thinks he knows that I took it but doesn’t want to say anything. George and I have been working on our inventions in here from time to time.”
“Your own little hideaway I see.”
“It is quiet out here; the house can get so loud. We already had a full house, now with Harry and Hermione staying with us frequently, I feel as if I can barely hear myself think.” He looked around the room, not meeting your eyes “Seeing you are so good at keeping secrets, can you keep another?”
“I think I can keep a secret for you.”
Fred crossed the room to come toe to toe with you. His thumb and forefinger embraced your chin tilting your head up to him. He took a moment looking into your eyes, a blush forming on his cheeks as you smiled up at him.
“Out with it Weasley.”
He let out a sigh of contentment, “the only other time everything had ever felt this quiet was the first time I met you. It was like everything around me had shut off. In a world of madness and chaos, just being in your presence brought me peace. That is how I knew, I needed you to be mine.”
Butterflies filled your stomach listening to his words. The way he called you “mine” causing your heart rate to increase rapidly.
“Is it my turn to tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“My family is rarely around; I am sure you have noticed that. I have always been on my own. I have great friends don’t get me wrong, but it’s an isolating existence when you go home alone constantly.”
Fred looked down at you concerned, his heart breaking for you. He started to respond but you quickly stopped him.
“Please don’t say that you are sorry or feel pity for me. I have learned a lot on my own throughout the years. How to have a voice, how to take care of myself, how not to take care of the people I care for. The weight of my own existence on my shoulders as I had no one to guide me. Being around you, around your family- that weight feels just a bit lighter. I cannot explain it, obviously I have been friends with Ginny for a long time, but being here, with all of you? This is the most family I have ever felt.”
His eyes searched yours, “so what I am hearing, is that we both needed a soft place to land.”
You nodded up at him.
“And what a perfect place to land.”
Wrapping your arms around his shoulder you pulled him down to you kissing him deeply. A small whine leaving him as he wrapped his arms around you.
posting the newest three parts all today, I will be back in the writers room after this weekend! hope you are all enjoying!
Awakening to far too much silence, Fred slowly opened his eyes taking in his surroundings. A moment of confusion came to a close as he felt you shift closer to him in your sleep. It all came back to him in a whirlwind; the taste of your lips, the fact that he had told you his feelings, the way you had invited him into your home.
Remembering the way you had addressed him as “sweet boy” color filled his cheeks. He could not believe he was finally here, with you beside him. Enjoying the quiet of the morning he watched you sleep, taking in your features. He never had the opportunity to admire how long your eye lashes were, or how your hair looked as it fell around your face without you tending to it. Every part of you was like watching a sunrise to him. Warm, inviting, and filled with the promise of new beginnings. Conflicted as to not wanting to disturb your rest, but missing your eyes on him, he decided to test something. He leaned over gently placing a kiss on your collar bone. A small gasp fell past your lips, your eyes fluttering open slowly. Watching you carefully, he kissed your chest again sliding over a few inches. A light moan escaped you as you looked down on him. Brushing his lips lower across your skin, his eyes meeting yours.
“Good morning beautiful.” Another slow kiss pressed lower.
“Good morning Freddie.”
Slotting himself between your legs, you welcomed him shifting your hips lower. Reaching down you brushed his hair from his forehead. He couldn’t help himself from the way his cock twitched at your touch. Continuing to slide further down your body, his hands found their way to your hips. Looking up from between your legs, his eyes had darkened with hunger. A slow kiss placed upon where you needed him most. He waited for your approval to continue, lifting your hips to help him remove your shorts, giving him the permission he so desperately wanted. Wasting no time he dove straight between your legs. His mouth finding your clit with ease, wrapping his tongue around the swollen bud. Your fingers tangling themselves in his hair, you let out a loud moan.
Fred had never heard such an amazing sound, the way you tasted pulling him in for more. Adding suction he felt your back arch off the bed. The noises you were making, mixed with how wet you were becoming, had him rutting his hips into the mattress below. A deep groan left him, vibrating against your core. Sliding his tongue lower, he lapped up your arousal pushing your legs back allowing him better access. Moving his way back up to your clit, his finger found its way to your entrance, teasing gently.
You made eye contact with him, his mouth enveloping you. You wanted more, needed it.
As if he was reading your mind, he pulled away speaking lowly, “tell me what you want baby, use your words.”
“I need more, please Freddie.” Is all you could manage to get out.
A smirk fell across his lips, eyes never leaving yours. He was tempted to allow you to beg him, but the way you looked at him and how sweet you sounded, who was he to deny you?
“That’s my good girl.”
Sliding his fingers into you, instinctually curling upward, hitting that spot you so desperately needed. Rewrapping his tongue against your clit, you could feel your climax approaching. His name falling from your lips, you tightened your grip on his hair. He could sense your impending orgasm around his fingers as your body spoke to him. He once again groaned into your core, adding the deep vibration that was needed to push you past the edge. Your head fell back against the pillows, allowing yourself to vocalize how good he was making you feel.
“That’s right baby let it out for me.” His fingers not stopping their assault, he continued lapping at your clit, your second orgasm quickly arising behind the first. Your hips rolling up against his tongue, you held his head steady, mind going blank with euphoria.
Fred rutted his hips harder into the mattress, never feeling so turned on in his life as you used him for your own pleasure. His fingers fucking into you faster, hitting the same perfect spot repeatedly. The knot in your lower abdomen tightened more than you thought was possible. As he added more suction to your clit, your release came rushing out over his fingers. Breathy moans of his name poured from you. As your orgasm ran its course your arms fell weakly to your sides, your legs shaking on his shoulders.
Leaving gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs he wiped his face with the back of his hand, crawling back up to you.
“Think you can give me one more pretty girl?” brushing your nose with his, leaning in kissing you slowly.
You nodded reaching down to pull his waist band down just enough to free his throbbing, veiny cock. Running your hand over the sensitive tip collecting the sticky liquid escaping, pumping your hand across his length. He lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. The stretch of his size shocking you once again. As he fully slid all of himself inside of you, he paused giving you a moment to adjust. A gentle nod from you prodding him to continue.
Rocking his hips forward at an agonizingly slow pace he lowered his face to your ear.
“Its like you were made for me, the way you pull me in.” Pumping into you harder he continued, “You feel so good baby, I never want to leave from between these perfect legs.”
This caused you to whimper below him, raking your nails down his sides. Continuing to thrust himself into you, your leg wrapped around his waist pulling, causing him to slip deeper inside of you.
“I am not going to last much longer, I am going to need you to give me one more darling. I can feel your body holding back.”
Your head had gone fuzzy, you had not even noticed that you were trying to fight off your next orgasm, your limbs shaky and weak.
“Kiss me please Freddie.” His lips met yours, his tongue pushing past your lips with no hesitation. Wrapping his tongue with yours, you moaned deeply into his mouth. His pace never relenting, your third orgasm washed over you. The way your walls clamped down on him pushing him past the edge. With a shaky moan, his hips pushed to yours filling you up with his cum.
Collapsing on your chest, he smiled to himself.
Fred was never a morning person, but if mornings with you looked like this, he felt he may be able to start enjoying them.
this is from Georges POV, can be read without reading chapter 3. Lots of Angst in this one.
George always followed Fred. He was always number two to Freds number one. It started at birth when Fred was born 12 minutes earlier than George. Alphabetically his name came after. It was always “Fred and George” but never “George and Fred”. This had never bothered George before.
Fred never treated him less than, they always got in even amount of trouble when Molly caught on to their antics, they shared their friends evenly. Then you came along. He watched in awe as you easily caught up with the rest of the group of students in the room of requirement. Surpassed most of them if he’s being honest. Gaining the courage to finally talk to you at the end of the meeting, he followed Fred over to introduce themselves. You seemed genuinely interested in what they had to say, you were funny, and he could not ignore how beautiful you were. He felt himself hanging onto every single word you said. That’s when he noticed it, how you looked at his brother. You couldn’t hide the blush in your cheeks, or the way you leaned ever so closer to Fred every time he spoke to you. Watching you visibly favor his twin was almost enough to make him stop coming to the practice sessions all together.
Having to observe his brother try to impress you, watching you far too closely for his liking was taking a toll on George. As Fred locked eyes with you in the mirror, causing you both to blush; he finally had to say something, leaning close to his brother’s ear he remarked “take a picture, I assure you it will last longer. Plus, it won’t call you a freak for staring.”
He lay in his bed that night staring up at the ceiling, thinking of the ways he could win you over. He could slip you a love potion, or curse his brothers’ nose to grow to a ridiculous size, but he couldn’t do that to Fred. People had always theorized the twins’ brains were connected, and maybe they were right. How could both fall so hard for you so quickly?
“He can have any girl he wants, he does anyways. Why her? Why not me? Whatever she decides, she decides. She must pick for herself. I must be happy either way.”
The last day before Christmas break, he wanted to rush over to you before Fred had the chance. Wanted to slip the small gift box from his bag. Filled with the pair of mittens Molly had spent weeks helping him knit. Hoping to get you to look up at him the way you looked at Fred.
Of course, without fail, he was interrupted, Harry coming over to ask for advice regarding Cho. He swallowed his pride as he watched you walk out of the room. Approaching his brothers side, hoping that he had at least extended a Happy Christmas from himself as well, he was hit with another slap to his face.
Fred nodded in your direction “that one over there is more trouble for me than that, I assure you.” Turning to George, he noticed the box in his hands. “what do you have there?”
“oh nothing, just something I was helping Neville with. Hey Neville wait up!” Neville towards the twins looking confused. George jogged over to him saying under his breath, “if you take this and look grateful, I will give you anything you want from my case.”
Far too loudly he exclaimed “Oh thanks George! Just what I needed!” he winked at him, feeling as if he was able to come across inconspicuous. George shook his head walking away, Neville following. “Hey wait what about-“
***
Weeks later, it was finally to make their move against Umbridge. Adrenaline on high, throwing fireworks to the open air, George finally started to feel more like himself. As he turned to say something to Fred, an empty air space was all he was met with. Looking down, he spotted Fred flying along side of you, placing a kiss on your cheek. In utter disbelief at what he was seeing, he held onto a firework a moment too long, throwing it just before it exploded in his face. His entire body went numb.
After flying out to the courtyard, heading towards the burrow, Georges head filled with static. He could hear Freds voice muffled coming from beside him.
“We did it George! I can’t believe we finally did it!” George didn’t respond, he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth for fear he would explode at Fred. Fred continued to explain his invitation that was sent floating down to you. The grip George had on his broom stick made his knuckles go white and his jaw clench.
***
As the twins landed at the burrow they knew they were in for the verbal assault of a lifetime from Molly. They would have been lucky if she did not kick them out.
“How dare you disgrace this family!” screamed Molly, throwing anything she could find. “Do you know how much we have sacrificed to keep you in that school?! You just go tossing it all to the wayside for what?”
“Mom, you don’t understand, she was hurting the students! She had to be stopped!” Fred exclaimed ducking away from the arsenal of things aimed at his head. “George, you have to tell her!”
Once again George fell silent as a heavy book made contact with Freds face. Arthur quickly intervened at this point. Ushering Molly out of the room. Feeling guilty that he felt a little jealous that he was not the one to hit his brother, George made his way up the stairs. Nothing had ever come between him and his twin before. Throwing himself face down on his bed, he screamed into his pillow. He should be feeling ecstatic, but the image of Fred kissing your cheek kept playing in his head. Tears starting to sting in his eyes, what was he to do? He wanted to be happy for Fred, he wanted you to be happy. How could he have both and also be happy?
***
“George, you will never believe what Ginny just told me!” stated Fred as he burst through their shared bedroom door. “She fancies me back! Here I was worrying all of this time, but I should have just gone for it!”
All of the color drained from George’s face. “Good for you Freddie, go get her.” He stated sullenly, but Fred did not seem to notice. George stepped out to the balcony, he and his brothers had built two summers before. Taking a deep breath, fighting back tears once again, footsteps approached from behind him. Wiping his face he turned to see Ginny standing there.
“Mom did that much of a rough job on you that you have to hide out here to cry George, I didn’t take you for the type.” She said jokingly joining his side, bumping his elbow with hers. “Fred is in there ruining your closet, its like he forgets you two wear the same thing almost every day.”
At this Georges chin quivered slightly, closing his eyes he tried holding it back.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you this tore up in ages. What is going on? Don’t tell me you regret leaving school.”
George shook his head no. “it’s nothing, don’t worry about me.”
“George, I know you as well as anyone, next to Fred of course. Please tell me what’s going on.” Ginny rested her hand on top of her brothers awaiting his response.
“I think I am in love with her.” He couldn’t bring his eyes up to hers.
“Who? What are you talking about?” Ginny looked around as if the answer would apperate in front of her. She then looked back at George sharply. “You don’t mean...”
George nodded, your name falling from his lips. “I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I have gone completely mental, haven’t I?
“I am afraid you may have. If I am being honest it makes sense though, you and Fred have always been so similar. Almost like loving with the same heart, it would be more surprising if this didn’t happen eventually.”
Leaning her head on his shoulder, Ginny looked on as Fred was running out the front door. “Wish me luck!” he yelled from below.
George rested his head atop Ginny’s, waving to Fred. “Well maybe, their date wont go so well.”
“yeah, maybe Georgie.”
***
George sat in the large armchair in the living room, watching the door impatiently. The time was half past midnight. Gazing up at the numberless clock, he searched for his brother’s face on the metal appendage. His image resting on “away”, George’s mind raced. “What if I was so mad at him, and now something happened? I would know, wouldn’t I?”
“George, you have got to get some rest.” A voice calling from the stairs pulled him from his own thoughts.
Shifting his gaze, he met Hermione’s form.
“I just wanted to wait for Fred to get home, needed to make sure he is ok.”
Stepping down from the stairs, she tilted her head to the side. Watching his expression closely as he attempted to evade her eyes. “Says he is away, at least it does not say lost.” He motioned towards the clock.
“He will make it home eventually; you know as well as I do, that dates can extend late into the night. Don’t act as if I haven’t caught you sneaking back in later than this in the past.”
As if he needed another reminder that most likely his brother had accompanied you back to your home. He stood from the chair, stretching his sore back. “You’re right, I should probably get some rest, Mom and Dad should be back in the morning. I will need all the strength I can get.” He passed by Hermione, making his way back up to his room. Closing his door quietly so as not to wake anyone else in the house. Collapsing onto his bed, the absence of his brothers’ sleeping form was more than he could take. He knew exactly where Fred was and what was most likely taking place. Pulling one of the fainting fancies out of his snack box he took a shaky breath. He had to be unconscious right now, he had to not feel for a while. Swallowing it down he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, tears blurring his vision. Hopefully this was enough to get him through the night.
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He released a shaky breath as you reached down to grab his hand, giving it a squeeze. Before he could say anything, you raised your hand to stop him. “this does not mean I am inviting you to crawl in bed with me, but I am inciting you to see where this can go. We have a few days before my family returns. You do not need to stay the entire time, but you are more than welcome to. If… if you leave right now.” A deep breath was needed to figure out exactly how to express what you were feeling. “if you leave right now, I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself for ignoring every magnetic force I can feel pulling me to you.”
He brushed his thumb against yours simply nodding.
“Freddie, the only thing I want from you, is the opportunity to get to know you better.”
With this he kissed you again, only this time it was different. Slower and filled with more tenderness. His hands found your hips pulling them flush to his own. You gently sucked his bottom lip between your teeth pulling away slightly. A deep groan vibrated from his chest. Grabbing his hand you backed your way up the stairs. He followed eagerly maintaining eye contact until you backed into the door. Turning away only to unlock the door, pulling him in with you.
Kicking your shoes off, removing your jacket and your hat, your head was spinning. He followed you to the farthest back bedroom. Warm fair lights lit the room aglow. As an only child, you were gifted the largest room Freddie had ever seen. He took in his surroundings, how unbelievably you the space was. Pictures of you with your friends and family littered the top of your dresser. Letters from pen pals pinned to your walls. He stepped closer reading some of the lines, trying to decipher the different languages from far away family. Books lined the windowsill, clearly loved as the bindings looked worn. The entire room smelled like you, the plush carpeting felt like heaven beneath his feet.
You sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, watching him explore the space. After a few quiet moments you decided to break the silence.
“Finding anything interesting over there?” He nodded, turning to you. Smiling softly as he crossed the distance between you.
He quietly sat next to you, moving to lay his head in your lap. Running your fingers through his hair, you watched how his entire body seemed to relax. You could sense how badly he seemed to crave this. Flicking your wand toward the record player in the corner, the music filled the space softly. Allowing him time to adjust to his surroundings, you hummed along to yourself.
“Freddie?”
“Yes?”
“Are you ok down there?”
He smiled, nodding in your lap “never better.” He sighed, closing his eyes, furrowing his brow. “It’s just, everything has been so tense lately. I hate having to always defend myself at home. Umbridge was really hurting those first and second years. I could not just stand by and watch any more. George seems to be the only one who understands. We had to protect them.”
You brushed his hair back, listening intently. He then rolled on his back to look up at you.
“Percy even made the accusation that I did all of this to impress that group of girls.” He huffs. “Can you believe that? I would toss my academic career for girls? Or even popularity? Those kids needed us to do something.”
You let out a quick gasp, covering your mouth in shock. He raised an eyebrow looking at you confused.
“So, you are trying to tell me, that you did not do all of that just to impress me? I thought we had something special. I think you may have to leave.” Looking down at him seriously, concern flashing across his face. You couldn’t hold your composure anymore letting out a laugh.
“Well, it did get me into your bedroom now didn’t it? Me, Fred Weasley, in your bedroom.”
“Wait… you’re not George? Well, this is just Awkward…” you trailed off.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one.” With one swift move he pulled you onto your back crawling above you, pinning your hands on either side of your head. “Take it back, I am warning you.”
“Really? Or what Weasley? What are you going to do? You don’t scare me.” You kept your eyes locked on his. Trying to not let him see how much you were enjoying this. His eyes searched your face, reading you easily.
“Are you enjoying this?” He smirked down at you. Wrapping your leg around his waist you pulled him in closer. His breath hitched, his hips involuntarily pushing forward to meet yours.
“Doesn’t look like I am the only one.” You smiled up at him, then leaning down closer to your face, he brushed his nose against yours. Leaning up to meet his lips he decided to pull back, prompting you to chase his lips.
“Patience darling, patience” he stated.
Brushing your hair to the side, he began leaving slow, wet kisses down the side of your neck. Only stopping when he felt your shudder. Biting down gently, he began sucking on the sensitive skin. Allowing a soft moan to leave your lips, egging him on, he then slid his tongue against your pulse point. You could feel the bruise forming, but you did not care.
He pulled back taking a moment to check his work, his eyes flashed up to yours. His pupils were nearly blown with desire. Quickly he kissed you, hard. Your tongue ran over his bottom lip awaiting access. Opening his mouth more you rolled your tongue against his. He finally released his hold on your wrists to interlock his fingers with his, keeping your hands pinned above your head.
He pushed his hips into you harder. You could feel his erection growing harder on your inner thigh. Your eyes rolled back at the heavy length, even through his jeans you could feel that you were in for a challenge. Griding your hips upwards to meet his, he pulled away from the kiss.
“look at you darling.” He released one of your hands, tracing his fingertips lightly over your newly formed mark. “all mine for the taking, weak beneath my touch, awaiting my every move.” He smirked, feeling confident in how your body was reacting to his.
He didn’t think this was going to be that easy, did he? Using the leverage of your legs you quickly rolled the two of you. Now pinning his hands without trouble at his sides. Staring up at you speechless, he froze.
"Sweet boy, just remember who said they needed who.” A low whimper left him hearing the new nickname.
Sliding down his body, his eyes stayed locked on you. Kissing his stomach, your hand found his zipper, undoing his pants promptly. He lifted his hips helping you pull them down his thighs. Your palm finding his hard cock over his boxers, the contact and pressure enough to cause him to let his head drop back for only a moment.
“keep those pretty eyes on me Freddie.” He raised his head back to look at you.
“I need to hear you say it, tell me how much you need it.” Tracing your fingers playfully in the waistband of his boxers you paused awaiting his response.
“Please baby, I need you so badly. I have been so good. Please put me in your beautiful mouth.”
Your thighs tightened together, desperate for relief. You pushed the waistband lower until his cock sprang free landing on his stomach, precum dripping from the tip. Pressing your tongue flat against the underside, you slowly licked and sucked your way to the sensitive tip. Taking it in your mouth, you wrapped your tongue around it. Lapping up all of the salty, sweet taste that he had to offer. Struggling to fit his full length in your mouth, you bobbed your head slowly, pushing yourself to push all of him into your throat. Above you a louder whimper released, shooting your eyes up to him. The expression on his face told you everything you needed to know.
“Don’t look at me like that with my cock in your mouth. I don’t want to cum yet.”
Pulling off of him, you pumped his length in your hand. “Did I say you could cum yet? You better ask me first Sweet boy.”
The name returning once again caused his brown to furrow, and him to bite down on his bottom lip, suppressing a moan. He nodded down at you, attempting to control his breathing. Sucking the swollen tip back into your mouth, his hands found your hair. Pulling it into his hand and out of your face, using the handful to guide your movements. He over took all of your senses, the delicious pull of your hair, the sounds he was making above you, the way he tasted.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you stood pulling your jeans off. Kicking them to the side. His eyes trailed over your body taking it all in as if this was the last sight he ever would see.
“No panties? You dirty girl.” He smirked up at you.
Crawling back over him, you leaned down to his ear, whispering softly, “you don’t know the half of it.”
Without warning you sank down taking his full length in one smooth motion. The stretch of his size had you feeling fuller than you had ever felt before.
His hands gripped your hips so tightly you were convinced you would have bruises of his fingers left behind. His head dropping to the floor, eyes rolling back.
“Ffffuuck! You have got to warn me before you do that if you don’t want me to cum yet.”
Slowly you began rocking your hips, not allowing yourself time to adjust to his size. As you gained speed, the sounds you were making were pure euphoria to him. He was trying to memorize every breathy moan that escaped you. His hands assisting your hips to find a perfect rhythm, pushing you both further into becoming undone.
“Freddie you feel so good.”
“Please, can I move?” The desperation in his eyes was near pathetic, you nodded giving him permission to take over.
His long arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush with his chest. He began fucking up into you with a speed and force you were not prepared for. Your hands found his hair, pulling it, causing him to release another moan into your ear. Quickly your orgasm was approaching in strong waves.
With a low growl he whispered, “I feel you clamping down on my cock. Use me baby, give me that sweet release.” His tone deepened “Give it to me now.” Sliding his hand between you his fingers met your clit, adding a delicious amount of pressure.
With that it your orgasm began crashing down. Vision blurring, and your legs shaking, he was not letting up; continuing to plow up into you. As you came back you to Earth, you could hear his voice pleading, “please let me cum.”
All you could do at this point was nod weakly, his hips began to flex erratically. Your name fell from his lips like a prayer over and over as he came. He filled you up pushing himself as deep as he could manage. His hips came to a stop, leaving you both to lie there, his tight grip on you refusing to release.
“Don’t get up just yet,” he said breathlessly “I just want to enjoy this a while more.”
Nodding you rest your head on his chest, remained there entangled within each other’s limbs. After some time you slowly lifted off of him, causing you both to groan at the over stimulation. You fell to his side, knowing full well your legs would not work in this moment. He pulled you in close resting his chin on the top of your head. You listened to his heart rate slow back to a more normal rate and his breathing regulated. His eyes started to close, letting the exhaustion take over.
“Freddie, lets get up off of the floor.”
He nodded in agreement, standing himself up. He extended his hands, assisting you to your feet.
***
Curling up under the blankets you felt your muscles relax as you melted into the mattress. Placing a kiss on your forehead, you felt him pull away.
“Where are you going?”
“I believe the invitation was to sleep on your couch.” He shrugged.
Reaching up you grabbed his arm, pulling him into the bed with you. With a weak chuckle he spooned up behind you, holding you close to him. Leaving a gentle kiss in the crook of your neck, causing goosebumps to raise across your skin.
“Careful now Weasley, this is how we got into this mess the first time.”
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