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Magical Mugwort	By : Marjay2127 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*Author's note: I apologize for the POV change; it was necessary for the chapter, and it will continue for one or two more. I hope you enjoy as you find out what happens!*

The pub was already crowded as the group entered. The delicious smells of simple, yet filling food filled the air, aided by the smoke and scent of alcohol. The Golden Knight was much as it always was, filled to capacity by regular folks looking to celebrate the latest rugby game until the night ended. With Halloween approaching, there was no cause for anyone to ease up their ritual of drink, eat and forget. In fact, many were celebrating the day early, much to the amusement of the wizards.

Maggie led the way through the crowd, motioning towards a table near the back of the pub. “I had them save the table for us,” she explained, glancing at the bar. She spotted Michael working and he waved, giving her a nod and a grin.

Fred turned to Lee with a smirk on his face. “This girl has more men waiting for her to give them the go than anyone I've ever seen,” he commented.

Lee raised his eyebrows, tossing his dreadlocks out of his face. “That a fact,” he responded, amused. “And would that be more than the number of girls who have queued up to go out with you and George?”

Fred playfully hit his friend on the arm. “Please. That's nothing compared to the blokes and girls who want to go out with this minx.”

Maggie turned around and gave Fred a hard stare. “I can hear you, you know.”

George stepped forward and placed an arm around Maggie's shoulders, pulling her close. “What's it matter when she's here with us, mate?” he said, fingers drifting over her bare shoulder.

She tilted her head and nodded. “Exactly. Now you boys get settled, I'm going to have a word with the man at the bar.”

Before Maggie could leave, Fred abruptly grabbed her wrist and asked snarkily, “Going to go talk to your other bloke? Think he'll ask you to take him home again?”

Maggie raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Oh, without a doubt. But look at it this way: if I take him home, free drinks are a given.”

Fred paused, seeming to consider this. Then he shook his head. “Nah. No need to put yourself out there on my account.”

She scoffed and motioned to her chest. “You can get your own drinks when you get a pair of these, my dear.”

George and Lee burst out in laughter at the affronted look on Fred's face, both seeing the wink Maggie gave before she sauntered off to the bar.

Settling down in chairs, the three young men just watched after the woman. George found himself staring at the way her backless white silk shirt left her skin almost shining even in the pub lighting, and how the ruffled black skirt only seemed to flaunt her plentiful curves. He knew those curves extremely well. Watching her walk away was always a pleasure.

Lee snorted and shook his head. “Looks like you've got a bit of a handful with that one,” he noted. “I'm liking her more and more, the way she talks back to you.”

“Oh, she's full of fire, all right,” George commented, still staring after the girl as she spoke to the man at the bar. He couldn't help but notice the way the bartender's eyes kept drifting over her, and it irritated him.

Lee looked between his two friends with a sort of curious expression on his face. “What I can't figure out, though, mates, is what's really going on here,” he said. “You both get along with her so well. So who's really seeing her?”

Fred and George looked at one another, sharing a silent exchange of knowledge. Each one smiled just a little bit.

Seeing the looks, Lee looked surprised. “You're not sharing.”

“Aw, come on, mate,” Fred said, leaning back in his chair. “What's it really matter, anyway? We both get to spend time with her and she's absolutely lovely.”

“Besides, it's far more entertaining to make mischief when all three of us are hanging about,” George added, reaching for the basket of peanuts on the table.

Narrowing his eyes, Lee thought for a moment. “If I didn't know better, I'd think you two bastards were keeping secrets from me.”

The twins exchanged looks again, then turned to Lee. “Ridiculous, Lee.”

“Downright shocking, that is.”

“Right. Bloody shocking that you would keep something from me.” Lee shook his head. “That's all right, mates. I wager I can get that girl to tell me what's really going on.”

Fred stretched, leaning forward. “Wouldn't delve into those waters, mate,” he advised, nodding at Maggie. “Maggie's got a pretty thick hide, but don't ask her to define anything. She likes keeping things simple.”

“That right. So then she won't mind telling me how simple things really are.”

George peered closely at his friend, a slightly suspicious look coming over him. “If I didn't know better, Lee, I'd think you were bloody fishing.”

Lee clapped a hand to his chest in mock surprise, then grinned. “Oh, come on. You two tell me I have to come out with you to meet this fabulous woman, and yet you won't tell me which one of you is seeing her. So right now I'm thinking that either you two have some sort of brass trick up your sleeve, or you're trying to set me up with her.”

Fred burst out laughing. “I can honestly tell you, Lee, neither one of those are true. And I don't mind telling you that you wouldn't have a chance with a girl like that.”

As a waitress came by and set down waters in front of them, Lee nodded and took a drink. “Oh, really. And why's that?”

Before Fred could answer, Maggie came back to the table carrying a neon blue drink in one hand. “Why's what?” she asked.

All three men looked up to her as she sipped her drink, eyebrows raised. “Why is it you have a drink and the rest of us are left with nothing to quench our thirst?” asked Fred.

Maggie smirked as she took the empty seat next to Fred. “You've got water there.”

Fred stared at her for a moment, before turning to Lee and George. “Do you see what I put up with?” he demanded. “You'd think this girl didn't care if I wasted away.”

“Absolutely terrible,” George commiserated.

Maggie rolled her eyes and nudged Fred. “Don't be such a whiner. Amy's going to be bringing your drinks in a minute. But after all... they are Muggle drinks. I don't know if you boys can handle them.”

Fred sat up straight, looking downright affronted. “Are you saying I can't hold my drink?” he demanded.

Leaning towards him, Maggie gently placed a hand on his arm and smiled. “I never said anything of the sort,” she replied, sliding a hand over his shoulder.

“You implied it, luv. That's as good as telling me that I should go wait outside with the kiddies.”

“Oh my god. You are being ridiculous, Fred!” she exclaimed. “If you're that worried about it, then drink me under the table. Prove how very manly you are by how much alcohol you can consume.”

Fred ignored the snorts of laughter from across the table, and leaned in closer to Maggie. He whispered in her ear, “I can prove how manly I am under the table some other way, if you like.”

Maggie raised an eyebrow and a flush touched her cheek.

George flicked his gaze between the pair. “What do you know. The lady still blushes. Ow!”

As George reached down to rub his leg, Maggie fixed him with a rather stern look. “And that's what you deserve,” she said sweetly.

Before further retribution could be had, the waitress came by and placed several large mugs on the table.

“Now that's what we've been missing!” exclaimed Fred.

Lee eyed the mugs for a moment before breaking out into a huge grin. “Absolutely brilliant,” he declared, reaching for one. “And I will take this moment to propose a toast. To Maggie: it takes a lot of brass to put up with these two, and I should know. I've been putting up with them for years.”

Maggie inclined her head and smiled at Lee. “I don't know how you've done it, Lee. I've barely known them a few months.”

Lee grinned. “Wait till you've known them a few years. Before you know it, they'll be talking you into sneaking into the kitchen to nick food or maybe something a little more daring, like sneaking out of a public event to make some real mischief. I think in your case they would make it quite interesting.”

George bit on his lip as he exchanged a three-way glance with Fred and Maggie. There was a knowing look they all shared, and it took a moment's pause to keep certain images from popping up in his mind. Just looking at her across the table with his brother filled him with a certain jealousy, but at the same time just the sight of her was enough to fill him with not only lust but affection.

“Well,” Maggie shrugged lazily. “I guess you can never tell.” She raised her mug. “Cheers.”

All four drank deeply from their mugs.
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