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Magical Mugwort	By : Marjay2127 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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After several more comforting pints and not-so-veiled threats of revenge later, it was with much laughter that we parted company with Lee, and bundled up for the trip home. The weather had gotten chillier during our night, although I was quite warm with the drinks as well as the afterglow.

Fred slung an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him until I was smashed against his body. “You,” he began, hugging me tightly and eyes twinkling, “are bloody amazing, luv. This whole prank was absolutely brilliant.”

“Quite worthy of ourselves, actually,” George put in. He walked close by and pulled me away from his brother, wrapping both arms around me. “No one's been able to put one over on us before,” he added, leaning his chin on my head. “And to think you got our best mate involved in this. Now that's a class act, right there.”

I smiled, at once enormously pleased with the way the prank had gone off, and all too aware of how warm and strong George's arms were around me. It was quite chilly, and his body heat was soaking into me. I glanced over at Fred, who was still grinning and laughing, even though he had gotten the roughest part of the deal.

“Well, someone had to put you two in your place,” I said, squeezing George's arm. “Just remember that it was a joint effort. It took an army to take on the two of you.”

Laughing, George said, “Well, rest assured, sweets, I have a whole new respect for you. The level of mischief that you're capable of...” He clapped a hand to his chest. “Where have you been all our lives?”

As I slowly pulled out of his embrace to walk up the steps to my flat, I just gave him a dazzling smile. “Me? I've been hiding in all the wrong places.”

“Damn right you were.” Fred rushed forward and grabbed me around my waist. I shrieked as he picked me up and flung me unceremoniously over his shoulder, and carried me inside, blessedly out of the cold.

“Fred! Stop, put me down!” I laughed, slapping his back.

“Nope, don't think so,” he replied. “Have to make sure that you don't get in any more trouble.”

I tried to reach around to make sure my skirt was down, but it was damn hard. “George! Help me out here!”

I heard him laugh as we climbed the stairs to my flat. “I'm with Fred on this one. You're much too dangerous to let loose.”

“My ass is cold,” I complained.

Fred chuckled, his entire body rumbling. “We'll just have to solve that problem later.”

“There won't be a later if you don't put me down.”

“Oh, very well, then.”

Fred lowered me to the floor, but kept his hands on my waist. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his hair tousled. The grin on his face stretched from ear to ear. He looked downright pleased with himself.

“That wasn't very nice,” I said stiffly, smoothing out my skirt.

Fred smirked and leaned in a little closer. His fingers pushed aside my coat and tightened around my waist. I felt my heart beat a little quicker at his touch, and I swallowed hard. “I can make that up to you, you know,” he said, his voice suddenly a little husky and his eyes a little more intense.

My mind went into overdrive and all sorts of fun little scenarios played through my mind. As elated as I was that I had managed to pull a prank on the infamous Weasley twins, another part of me was uncurling and wanting to make it up to both of them. Or maybe just satisfy a part of myself, which was a selfish wish but true nonetheless. I flicked my eyes at George, who had eased just behind his brother and was now looking at me with a very similar look.

Taking a quick breath, I raised an eyebrow and slowly disengaged myself from Fred's grasp. Turning to my door, I began fishing for my keys as I spoke. “I think you two have had enough to drink tonight and it's clearly muddled your senses,” I replied, fumbling with my purse.

“Bollocks,” George replied, running a hand over the back of my head and then fingers over the back of my neck. My eyes fluttered at the brief touch, something deep inside of me whispering of craving. “We can both hold our drink just fine, Maggie, you know that.”

“Maybe so,” I said, growing increasingly frustrated at not being able to find my keys. “But you've still had a shock tonight. I wouldn't want to compound that any more. Where the hell are my keys?”

Fred chuckled, pulling out his wand. He muttered a spell, and I heard the lock click. “Maybe Lee has them,” he suggested, turning the handle and waiting for me to enter my flat.

I just stared at him. “Show off.”

As I entered the flat, I flicked on the lights, grateful that the heater was working quite well. Glancing up at the clock, I noted that it was quite late already, but I was still wide awake. Thank the maker there was no work tomorrow. Removing my coat, I turned to the twins as they shut the door behind them. “Would you guys like some tea? I'd suggest coffee, but I honestly don't think any of you Brits drink coffee.”

George quickly took my coat from my hands and hung it up beside his and Fred's coats. To me, he said, “Only because you Americans have an absolutely unfathomable obsession with the stuff. Horribly bitter, that is.”

Rolling my eyes, I headed towards the kitchen. “Yes, and you Brits have no obsession with tea whatsoever.”

As I got out my tea kettle and began pouring water, I heard George call, “I'm hitting your loo, luv. Won't be long.”

“Have fun with that.”

A moment later, Fred appeared around the corner and leaned against the wall, just watching me. I gave him a quizzical look. “What?”

He shrugged, then slowly began approaching me. I turned on the stove and set the kettle up, then faced Fred. He reached for my hands and pulled me to him, moving me so that I was against the wall.

“What's this, then?” I asked quietly, a smile touching my lips.

Fred gazed down at me, his eyes intently searching mine as he pulled me close against his body. Without a word, he leaned down and kissed me. No, plundered me. My heart skyrocketed and the heat inside of me began to blaze. I inhaled sharply, fingers digging into his hands as I responded eagerly. His lips sought to claim mine with a hunger that was new and untested. As he pressed me against the wall, I felt the stirrings of his arousal against my belly.

Pulling my hands free, I reached for his face, keeping him close to me. As his tongue invaded my mouth, his hands slid under my shirt and squeezed my flesh. I shivered, suddenly overwhelmed with longing and a need to be filled. He made a hungry sound as he pressed himself closer to me, earning an echoing sound from me. I shifted enough so wrap my leg around his.

And then I remembered that George was in the other room.

As much as it pained me, I pulled away as gently as possibly. When I had a moment to suck in a lungful of air, I met his gaze with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “Fred,” I said softly, stroking his cheek.

“I think I can honestly say I've never been this turned on, Maggie,” he said, searching my face. “What you did tonight... un-fucking-believable. I never thought that mischief was this much of a turn-on, but you've done it.”

He leaned in to kiss me again, and I gave him my cheek. I tried to get my heart under control, not to mention my hormones.

“What's the matter?” he asked.

Finally meeting his eyes, I said softly, “George is just in the other room.”

Fred nodded, glancing over his shoulder. “Not seeing the problem, darling.”

As his fingers kept kneading my flesh, I knew that I would have to walk away from him or I would be lost to the fire. Gently pulling away, I said, “Fred, as long as we've all been seeing each other, I've tried to make sure that I'm not acting the complete whore when you're both around.”

I made to walk into the living room, but Fred caught my hand and turned me to face him. His expression was still full of desire, but also somewhat amused. “Trying to spare our feelings, are you,” he grinned. “Darling, you've been shagging both of us for a few months now, and neither of us has had any problems with your arrangements. I hardly think that George will mind walking in on a little snogging.”

Fixing him with a look, I tried walking backwards towards the couch, and wound up pulling him with me. I had thought many times of the possibilities of twins, and what they had insomuch promised me from the beginning but had never come through on. Part of me was now wondering if perhaps it was time I take matters into my own hands and see if they were all talk. Now was as good a time as any.

I gave him a considering look. “Well... that's all well and good, but the thing is, Fred, I don't want just snogging right now,” I said, turning the heat on in my gaze.

Fred obviously got the message. He approached me once more, making me back up against the couch. He raised a hand and brushed back an errant curl from my face. I could see how his own desire was mounting with each moment, and I wanted to bathe in that fire he possessed.

“There is another way,” he said softly, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. “Something that wouldn't leave George feeling excluded and would certainly bring you the satisfaction that you so obviously crave.”

My heart was pounding against my chest so hard, I wondered if he could hear it. I searched his face, looking for any sort of joke. But I knew well enough by now that when sex was involved, there was very little to joke about with Fred or George. They took the carnal acts very seriously.

“Is that right,” I said just as softly.

Running a finger down my cheek, down my neck, between my breasts and hovering there, Fred kept his gaze on me. He searched my face for several moments, as if looking to see if there was any rejection in store. “What do you think?” he asked, leaning forward. Instead of kissing me again as I expected, he brought his lips to my ear. Just the heat of his breath on my flesh made goosebumps break out all over my body and I shivered. My eyes fluttered shut and as he spoke again, I felt the desire flitting between us.

“Do you want to know what we can really do for you, Maggie?” he whispered, his tongue flicking out and catching my ear as his hands slid up my thighs, slowly, temptingly. “You know what each of us is capable of, how much pleasure we can give you by ourselves. Would you like to have both of us with you, touching you, kissing you, giving you something you've never had before?”

I was practically shaking with desire. His words made my mouth go dry and I almost couldn't believe he was speaking them. Everything he said was something I had thought of, indeed, been promised. And it was true, I had never been with two men at once. But I was not opposed to it. And the more he touched me, the more his lips and tongue dipped into my ear, neck, and shoulder, the more I felt myself losing control and ready to submit to anything. I honestly hadn't expected to call them out this way, nor to have this response.

“What would George say?” I whispered.

There was a low chuckle. As if I were drugged, it seemed to take me forever to open my eyes. But when I did, I saw George standing at my elbow, gazing at me with as heated a gaze as I had ever seen on him.

“George,” I whispered, at once uncomfortable that he was walking in on me and his brother, but moreover completely intoxicated with desire and wanting nothing less than everything.
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