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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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*Notes: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter and I make no money. Sorry about the duplicate chapter--totally fixed now!*

Jumping half a foot, I turned to see George strolling back into the room, as calm and collected as ever, except for an exceedingly mischievous smirk on his face. And he, unlike the two of us, was still far too clothed for my comfort. My stomach twisted in strange ways as I watched him stroll towards us, and a tremble ran down from my head to my toes.

Shrugging gracefully to redeem my composure, I gave George the same smile. “Well, you disappeared for so long, we had to find something entertaining to do,” I drawled, sliding a hand up Fred's bare torso. He caught my hand, and held it.

George glanced at his brother. “No fair monopolizing the Squib.” He reached for my arm, and deftly slid me away from Fred, his eyes smoldering at me. “Come on. There's something I want to show you while Fred gets a hold of himself.”

Before I had a chance to object or flirt my way through it, George steered me back towards the bedroom. I could feel him smiling against my head as he said, “Would you mind wearing this for a few moments?”

He held up a blindfold in front of my face. I stared at it for several seconds, refusing to walk any further. A tiny voice in the back of my mind raised objections, but I reminded myself that I was trusting the twins. And frankly, I had the feeling that there was a bit more kink to them than I had ever imagined. I raised an eyebrow and twisted my head around to try to look up at George. He was patiently watching me, although I could sense some excitement in him.

“I already know the way to my bedroom, George,” I pointed out. “Or have you been a naughty boy and been looking through my underwear?”

A shit-eating grin spread over his face, and he pulled me tight against his body. “I've already seen most of your underwear, sweets. And definitely lots of you without a stitch. Like now.” He paused a moment to make a show of staring at my nude body. “However, I'd like you to wear this, just for a couple of minutes.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “I better be getting something good out of this,” I said at last.

George leaned in until his lips were just an inch from mine, and his warm sweet breath washed over me. I could still smell alcohol on his breath. His eyes focused on mine, drawing me in. His lips curved into a smile that made me shiver. “Don't you always get something good when I take you to the bedroom?” he whispered.

A brief series of memories passed through my mind, made more real by the fact that I was naked and my body was betraying my every thought. I barely breathed, briefly considering the idea of tossing the damned blindfold away and jumping on him. When his warm hand brushed up my stomach and casually touched my breast, I inhaled sharply.

“Well,” I murmured, “I suppose you do have a rather creative mind. Go ahead.”

“That's my girl.”

I held still as he gently fastened the blindfold around my eyes, not too tightly but well enough that I couldn't slide it down. I hated the blindfold. I hate losing one of my senses, but I trusted George. And as soon as his hands touched my waist again to guide me, heat rocketed through me.

“Just this way, now.”

“You know,” I said, as I walked slowly to avoid tripping over my own feet and making a note to get out of the damn shoes already, “I like surprises. But if there's anyone else in that bedroom that I don't already know about, I may be mildly upset.”

George chuckled. I had the distinct impression he was loving the fact that I had surrendered my uncompromising sense of control, even if only for a few seconds. “I might have to be as well... unless it was one of those lovely ladies from the club you took me too. Of course they seemed more interested in you than me. That might provide a very entertaining evening.”

I gasped in mock shock and tried to hit him, but he just caught my hands, and pulled me to a stop. “I suppose Fred would love that as well.” I sighed.

I heard the slight sound of a door opening, and then I focused on the first thing that hit me: the astounding scents that swirled around my head. I could smell candlewax, something sweet—I thought flowers but I didn't know what kind, and was that incense or perfume? What the hell had happened to my bedroom?

“Ready, Maggie?”

Nodding once, I tried again to sort out the smells. It was nice and warm inside the room, very comfortable.

George slowly unfastened the blindfold, and dropped it. I blinked as I was given my vision back, and stared, wide-eyed, at the room.

The room seemed to have doubled in size, and the bed was no exception. It was by far the largest item in the room now. This wasn't anything like my own room. I gaped at the candles that were standing all around the room, emitting such a glow that I finally realized they were scented candles in a variety of scents. But more than that, I saw the rose petals that were gently falling from the ceiling, creating a soft rainfall but they disappeared when they touched the floor. It was fresh, and beautiful, and surreal, and unlike anything I had ever seen in my life.

I took a step away from George to really stare at everything. The bed boggled my mind. Part of me realized that he knew my bed would not be large enough to comfortably accommodate more than two people and that had to be remedied. That brought a hint of warmth to my cheeks. But the fact that he had taken the time to create such a lush and beautiful environment...

“All right by you, Maggie?”

When I finally remembered to close my mouth, I slowly turned to look at George. He stood waiting, letting me get my fill of the room. I wondered if he thought he was showing off and I would hate that because I was a Squib. Or perhaps he was damned proud of the enchantments. Or maybe he felt I needed to be in a certain way to feel more comfortable with our arrangement.

Although, seriously, I don't know how to feel until we're all doing... whatever we're going to do. Holy hell, why is he looking at me like that? Why on earth is he here with me?

I felt a small smile touch my lips, and I gently shook my head. “What brought all this on?” I inquired, genuinely curious.

George shrugged casually, then answered. “Thought you might prefer something a little special for the night. We don't ever do anything very fussy, so I thought I'd make a go of it.”

So he was trying to make me feel comfortable, and spoil me a bit. It made me smile wider.

“You don't have to do anything fancy for me, George. After all, I'm the girl who's always up to go have a shag in the loo at a club. Get me hot enough, I'll do it almost anywhere.”

“But this beats the standards of the loos, don't you think?”

“Of course it does. It's freaking amazing!” I reached out for his hands, and pulled him closer to me. I stared up into his pale face, watching how his red gold hair reflected in the candlelight, and decided it looked so beautiful I had to run a hand through it. And with that movement, I wanted to scrunch his hair and pull his head to me and...

Swallowing hard, I shifted and brought my face closer to his. “You are extremely thoughtful, George Weasley,” I whispered, then grinned and couldn't help adding. “But you already knew you were getting laid. No need to suck up to me.”

The mischievous look was back in his eyes, and he squeezed my hip with one hand and trailed the other up to my chin. “I wasn't the one doing some serious sucking a few minutes ago,” he retorted. “You wicked woman.”

And just like that, the game was back on.

Quirking an eyebrow, I couldn't help sliding a little closer to him. “Feeling a little left out? Because I'd be happy to remedy that for you.”

George stared down at me with an intense look in his eyes. He pursed his lips, as if considering. But then he very firmly slid his own hand over my stomach, drawing circles on my flesh. “Oh, I don't think so, luv,” he said, his voice deepening just a touch. When I raised my eyebrows in astonishment, he went on to say, “As you were so horribly deprived of a very pivotal moment earlier, I think it best to continue where we left off.”

“Ah, I see.” I ran my fingers through his hair, swaying ever so slightly against him. I glanced down at his very much covered-up body, and shook my head. “I could be amenable to that... but you're still too clothed for me, George. I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist on you losing some of them.”

George began to stroke my hip, his warm hand sending little bolts of desire through my body. And, I noticed, he did not move to remove his clothes. He half-smiled at me, that quirky little smile that made me shiver. “Are you trying to tell me that you like seeing me naked?”

I slid my hands down his back until they came to rest on his butt, and I smirked in satisfaction when he jumped an inch. Leaning in close to his neck, I replied, “There's a few things I enjoy.” I pressed my lips to his neck, and slowly began moving up to his jawline. I knew that he thoroughly enjoyed me kissing his neck, and was rewarded with a quiet “Mmm” of satisfaction from him that vibrated against my lips. His fingers dug into my hips as I continued kissing him, and I felt the renewed stirrings of his member against me.

George nuzzled my ear for a moment, then slowly pulled away from my lips. I gave him a wicked smile as I very subtly slid my hands from his butt to the top of his pants. Yes, I liked seeing him naked. And I wanted him naked now.

He just as subtly caught my hands in one of his, and shook his head once. “Now, now,” he chided. “I'd like my turn of enjoying you naked for now. You've never had a problem with it before.”

“I don't have a problem of it now. But I want you naked with me. It heightens all the pleasure.” I turned on the intensity in my gaze, capturing his eyes. “So unless you're intent on torturing me into a fit of sexual deprivation, I suggest you start stripping.”

George looked to be on the verge of laughing, but when his hand stole up to my breast and gently pinched my nipple, I saw the lust that was lurking in the depths of his eyes. I always knew there was an animal inside of him, but tonight I was seeing it very clearly. And not for the first time, I had no idea what he was planning.

When he pinched my nipple again, I moaned softly, which instantly triggered the desperate need that had leveled off for a short time. He leaned over me, reminding me yet again of how tall he was, and I found myself staring up into his beautiful eyes, and I had to back up a couple of steps.

“Maggie,” he said. “Are you saying you don't want me to touch you unless we're both naked?”

My heart was beginning to pound a little harder, and when he put it like that, as well as keeping his hand on my breast, it made it a little hard to concentrate. But I also knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it.

Taking a quick breath, I tried to steel my resolve and twisted my hands out of his grasp. Happily, since his other hand was busy, I was able to get one free. But then he utilized both hands, and pinned my hands at my sides. I stared at him in aggravation. I really was going to explode with sexual deprivation.

George gave me a cheeky grin as we struggled for a few moments, until I abruptly dropped my hands to my sides, though he didn't let me go.

“Fine,” I said shortly, giving him as much of a glare as I could muster. “You want to be difficult, so can I. Seeing as both of you are being stubborn jackasses tonight, perhaps I'll just spend some quality time alone and you both can bugger off.”

Laughing at my indignation, and obviously seeing the need that I tried to hide, George released my hands and grabbed my waist, pulling me back to him. “Nice try, Maggie. But I think you've got a bit too much pent up frustration to do it on your own.” His fingers slid over my skin, and at once one of his hands slid down my stomach, down my pelvis, and brushed over my sex.

I shivered at his touch, trying to keep back the warm flush that automatically began creeping through my body, and failing. As his fingers began to gently probe at my folds, my eyelids fluttered, and all I wanted to do was let him work his magic. It was with only a half-hearted effort that I pushed his hand away. “I already told you what I want.”

I tried to back away from him, but my legs just hit the edge of the bed, and I wound up falling on my butt, staring up at George. He crouched down in front of me, his eyes burning their way into mine as he half-leaned over me, placing his hands on my knees. Grinning mischievously, he asked, “And how do you think you're going to convince me now? I wager once I've got you distracted, my clothes won't be as important.”

His eyes made me want to drown in them. Before I could come up with a suitable retort, he slid his hand between my legs, and his clever fingers delved inside of me. I cried out, half in surprise and half in utter arousal. I stared into his face as he punished me, his fingers moving deeply inside of me quickly, and once more reminding me of how desperate I was to be fulfilled.

“Perhaps doing this,” he said softly, and pushing his fingers deeper in, making me cry out with want, “will suffice for keeping you distracted. You're so wet, I wager I could just sink inside of you, thrust into you over and over.”

I moaned, completely at his mercy and loving it. I leaned towards him to capture his mouth, but he smirked and pulled away from me, leaving me to whimper quietly. George slid his other hand up my thigh, and leaned in towards my ear.

His breath tickled my skin, his hair brushing my cheek. “Touching you is like magic,” he whispered to me, alternating his movements with brief flicks over my too sensitive nub. “I don't think I've ever been with anyone who's so brilliant and sexy. Being inside of you just makes me forget everything else, makes me want to fill you up every second. Every time I feel you pulsate around me, it feels like I could cum in you forever.”

I was panting, moaning, louder and louder. I reached out to hold onto his arms, squeezing the muscles that were tense. Vaguely I realized that he was turning my own talents against me, using my own way with words, and I didn't care. Not when he was giving me something I'd been in desperate need of for the past several hours. My blood was running hot and thick through my body, my heart pounding in my ears. I wanted to devour him, but I liked the way he talked.

His lips brushed my ear at the same moment his fingers curved inside of me, and I threw my head back with a loud cry. I was trembling, and clutched onto George to keep me upright. His skilled hand just kept going.

He darted out his tongue to slide in my ear, then spoke again, his own breathing heavier. “All night long, all I could think about was pinning you on the bed, sliding inside of you, and shagging you until you screamed.”

My body was on fire. I couldn't stop trembling. Everything below by pelvis was screaming with need, wanting to cum so badly and just waiting for George to bring me over. I moaned against his head, acutely aware of every sensation from the soft brush of his hair to the way the fabric of his shirt scratched my skin, but at the same time was totally focused on his hot breath and his strong fingers soaked in my juices. I was vaguely aware of the constant fall of rose petals that whispered over my skin, but it was almost inconsequential compared to the raging heat.

George continued once more, his voice heavy with need. “Oh, sweet Maggie, just to see you right now is amazing. Right now, I'm going to give you the release you need. And then Fred and me will have you together. I promise you'll be screaming for us.”

As he slid down my body, I managed to keep myself sitting up for the space of a few seconds. Long enough to watch him kiss my thighs once before bringing his lips to my aching core and thrusting his tongue in me.

“Gods, George! Ahh, gods, please!”

I fell back against the bed as he swirled and licked and turned to my so sensitive clit. Arching, I gasped for breath amid moans and pleas. I could feel my body contracting, desperate for the release, knowing he would bring me and it would be spectacular and what about his promises that would happen soon enough...

I couldn't remember when I'd last had such a prolonged climb to a peak. Every cell in my body was waiting. I had to try to consciously remind myself not to squeeze my legs against his head, and took to gripping tight handfuls of the sheets, half-thrashing as moan after moan tore through me. I never needed any reminder as to how good he really was.

And suddenly I felt a second pair of hands on me. Large warm hands took my breasts, and a hot, wet mouth enveloped my right nipple.

Fred! Oh, sweet goddess, they are both here! Just bring me now!

The trembling electrical shocks of pleasure sprang to life inside of me, my toes already curling as I raced towards the light and darkness that would take me and send every cell of me into oblivion. I reached out and grabbed fistfuls of Fred's hair, holding him to me as he bit me and George sucked on my clit and everything went white.

“Oh GODS! Yes, yes, uhhh!”

Everything was wordless as the orgasm tore through me violently, ripping through every cell from my pulsating core and outward. I rolled in it, luxuriated, the need and fulfillment entwined so tightly I didn't know where one ended and the other began. I was hardly aware of pulling on Fred's head until his mouth claimed mine and my desperate cries were muffled by his kiss. His tongue claimed my mouth, a moan vibrating through his chest as I clung to him. And at the same time I felt George still coaxing every bit of pleasure out of me.

As my body settled into the glory of aftershocks, with George's sweet mouth giving me a tender flick, Fred pulled back slowly and I hurried to take in a great gulp of air. I couldn't open my eyes. All I could hear was Fred's ragged breathing, the thundering of my own heart and my attempts to breathe again. When I was able to flutter my eyes open a bit, I found Fred staring at me from just inches away. It was surreal; for a moment I was sure I was dreaming. Especially when I realized that, once I got past the pounding heart and attempts to breathe, the lust and desire was still as rampant as when the evening had begun. I realized distantly that Fred was fully naked.

Fred smirked at me, his brown eyes dark pools that glittered with desire, mischief, and something else I couldn't identify. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and a lock of hair was falling into his face. “All right there, Maggie?” His voice was lower than normal, always that way when he was in need.

For a brief moment I was torn about what to do next. So I forgot about planning and went on instinct. As my hands were still wrapped in his hair, I pulled his mouth back down to mine, and kissed him with a savagery that surprised me, and pulled a surprised moan from Fred. But he responded without delay. His lips molded to mine, our tongues dueling, and I half-pulled him on top of me. The weight of his body on mine was stirring, reigniting the need that was still dwelling inside of me. His hands gripped my sides, possibly leaving bruises in their wake. My breasts strained against his chest, and I felt the overwhelming urge to flip him over and ride him.

Remembering George, I slowly pulled back from Fred, and, biting his lower lip gently, forced myself to sit up. Giving Fred, a wicked grin, I turned my gaze back to George, who was still at the end of the bed.

“Wicked thing, you are, luv,” Fred murmured, his hand touching my back.

“You already knew that,” I shot back, now focused on George. Reaching for him, I grabbed hold of his shirt, and ripped it open so buttons flew everywhere.

“Blimey! You almost took my eye out!” Fred complained.

George finally helped, shrugging out of the torn shirt. “Perhaps you should make yourself useful then, Fred,” George suggested, getting to his feet as I pulled myself up to my knees.

“Our girl is a bit busy trying to get into your knickers, George. Otherwise I'd gladly intervene.”

My hands were surprisingly steady as they unfastened George's pants, and I was pleased to discover he was no longer attempting to sidetrack me. I couldn't even find the words to express the strange drive that was guiding me. Nervousness and anxiety had lived in me, even until a short time ago. But now... it was more a matter of getting what I wanted.

“I'm sure you can be creative,” George said, as his pants fell around his ankles and he stepped out of them.

And having thought of the nervousness, it actually came back to flutter in my stomach once more as I realized I was naked with both the twins. Staring at George's erection, I glanced up at his face to get a clue for what he was expecting. He touched my cheek, his fingers so gentle on my skin. There was a certain reserve there in his eyes, a hard sort of control.

“Still comfortable, darling?” he asked quietly, stroking my cheek.

I felt Fred's hands touch my back, so soft that it sent shivers down my body. Even with the nerves, I didn't feel wrong about this. In fact, there was a part of me that wanted this so badly it hurt. To George, I nodded, and reached for him. “Still good,” I murmured, pulling him down to me.

As our lips met, and I tasted myself on him, I squirmed as Fred's hands slid up my sides, so warm and soft. George pulled back just enough to give us breathing room, and he asked in a husky voice, “Ready for us, Maggie?”
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