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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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The dark of night was still thick, but I could tell that dawn was imminent. I stared at the ceiling, unable to fall back to sleep. My body was exhausted, my mind fatigued, but I could not rest. The extra warmth surrounding me should have made sleep unavoidable. It was kind of nice, having the two extra bodies to cozy up to. I glanced down. Fred was on his stomach, curled towards me with a hand thrown over my stomach. To my right, George was currently on his side facing the wall, an arm thrown over his head. Their quiet breathing made the stillness of the room more complete, and my own sudden insomnia more pronounced.

Sighing lightly, I gently pushed Fred's hand away, and slowly sat up. Fred stirred, but did not wake. I carefully pried myself out of bed, aware of how chilly the room felt now. As I found the floor, I also realized just how many of my muscles I had used, and how I may have overstretched them. But I couldn't stay in bed any longer.

Grabbing my robe, I pulled it on and padded quietly into the hall. I made it to the kitchen, not needing any lights. Knowing my way by heart, I made it to the refrigerator and opened the door. As the cool light filled the room, I found my bottle of vodka. Finding a glass next, I made myself a nightcap, then padded into the living room and leaned against the back of the couch.

As the alcohol touched my lips, I shivered. I finally allowed my mind to take over.

What have I done? I wondered, staring at the window. Of course it was good. Good lady, they were good. They weren't kidding about their prowess.

What happens now? Do they expect we're going to do this all the time? Do I want to do this all the time? Is this something they've done with every girl?

Doesn't matter if they do. I've been in a few threesomes.

...But not that many.

Sighing, I wrapped an arm around my stomach. As I thought of Fred and George, and the way their eyes had watched my every reaction, how they had waited for me to give the go-aheads and for me to signal my readiness, my stomach twisted a little. And that made me frown. It wasn't regret I felt. No, not at all. They had such passion that it made everything even more exciting. The ways they had looked at me...

Abruptly changing thoughts, I briefly played back other triple encounters. And I wondered at, in truth, the strangeness that I had not been with two men before. Was it because I hadn't trusted anyone enough to do so, that there was less chance of getting hurt with just one guy and a girl? Probably. None of the women I'd been with would have had a chance of overpowering me. And I've always been able to seduce my way out of any tricky situations.

Sex was my weapon. But for the first time—and this was possibly why my stomach was twisting a little uncomfortably—that I didn't feel the need to use it as such. The sobering thought made me take a big gulp of alcohol. I wasn't sure I liked where my thoughts were leading me.

A very quiet padding made me stiffen and look up. A pale figure emerged from the hallway, a stray beam of streetlight emphasizing his face.

“Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. S'just me. Fred.”

“Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you.”

Fred came over to my side, and leaned on the back of the couch with me. His hair was very sleep-tousled. Cute. Gently touching my arm, he asked, “You all right?”

I nodded once. “Yup. Just couldn't sleep.”

He leaned over and sniffed at my cup. “That's hardly a good toddy.”

Shrugging, I mumbled against the glass, “Works just fine for me.”

We sat for a few seconds in silence. Fred finally asked, “You're not upset with us, are you?”

I didn't turn to look at him, though I probably should have. “Of course I'm not, Fred. Why on earth would I be upset?”

He was quiet for a moment. “We didn't hurt you, did we?” There was a quiet uncertainty in his voice that made my stomach contract again. I silently cursed it.

This time I looked up at him. Even in the palest of light, I could see that hint of uncertainty in his eyes. Moreover was the concern. I gave him a gentle smile and shook my head. “Silly Fred. You didn't hear me complaining, did you?”

Fred quirked a half-smile and leaned closer to me. “Well, you know how things can get in the middle of such animal pleasures.”

“Yes, I noticed how you quite enjoy the pure carnality of the moment.” I took another sip. Clearing my throat, I went ahead and just voiced a thought. “I couldn't help but notice how well you and George perform together. Must take a bit of practice to get it together without falling all over each other.”

I didn't look at him, but I could feel his gaze heavy on my face. I knew I wasn't being very subtle, but I wasn't using the explicit phrasing I'd thought of.

Fred made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a guffaw. “Well... it does take a bit of practice. The first time's a bit of a lark, really. Limbs flying everywhere and everyone just trying to keep from falling on top of each other.” He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully. “But when you don't perform the exercise very often, you rather have to remember what you've learned before. Keep it handy.”

I shivered. If he was really saying what I thought he was saying... The twisting in my stomach seemed to relax a hair.

I nodded. “Yes, it's true. It's awkward with more than two. Hell, sometimes just with two it can be weird.”

Fred wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his body. He was still warm, still solid, and I leaned my head against his chest. “We already told you, sweets, we don't go around seducing every girl that catches our eye,” he said gently, his chest rumbling. “And we definitely don't share often.”

“I know.”

He kissed my head. “You're rather fetching when you're jealous.”

Raising my eyebrows, I pulled back enough to stare at him. “Jealous? Hardly.”

Fred just smiled at me. “Well, forgive me for saying, darling, but you seemed at least fairly skilled with two lovers. And you've already said you've never been with two blokes at once.”

A flush filled my cheeks. “Yeah, well... I didn't hear you complaining.”

He chuckled softly and kissed my head. “Not something you're likely ever to hear, either.” He gently rubbed my arm, warming me right back up.

We were silent for another few moments. Fred gently took the nearly empty glass from my hands, finished it himself, and made a sound of disgust. Something was bothering me slightly, and I decided to just voice it.

“You're not going to expect that... every time... are you?”

The question seemed to take Fred by surprise. I didn't want to look in his face, but he slowly turned my face upwards so he could look at me. All at once I felt how very vulnerable my expression was, how very... weak. I didn't like how suddenly uncertain I was. It was disconcerting, and not a little disturbing. I quickly tried to smooth my expression into something smooth and blank, but it was too late. Fred was staring at me with a combination of concern, amusement, and another unidentified emotion.

“Well,” he cleared his throat. And then he chuckled. “As much as I may love my brother, I can only stand seeing him starkers so often. You, of course, are an entirely different story. If you chose to be naked every day, I'd never complain.”

I rolled my eyes. “Lush.”

He smiled. “No, luv, I won't expect that every time. And neither will George, who by the way is not the one with damage to his knees. If you decided you didn't want to do that again, we'd respect that. We certainly aren't going to force ourselves on you. Unless you beg. And in that event, I wager you can probably get just about anything you want.”

I couldn't help but smile a bit. Always out to find the humor in a situation. His words soothed my mind a bit, and just because they soothed, I cursed my mind. Why was I overthinking this? I'd never had any problems with the wide variety of sexual adventures I'd had. So what the hell was wrong with me now?

Running a hand over his chest, I decided to ignore it. “Come on. Let's go back to bed.”

“Ready for more? Merlin's beard, you are insatiable.”

I gently hit him, and, taking his hand, drug him back to the bedroom. Sleep would come at some point.
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