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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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A quiet knocking at the door helped break through the remainder of sleep that I was pushing back. Blearily raising my head, I squinted against the sunlight that was threatening to break free from the curtains. A vague pounding in my head made me moan, and I slowly sat up, pushing aside the weight of two arms that had rested on me.

The two prone bodies of the twins made me smile. I took just a moment to try to recall what had happened last night, to realize that it hadn't been a dream, but the impending achiness in my limbs was letting me know it was real all too well. I was waking up all too quickly now, and though it irritated me, I knew it was for the best. Goddess only knew how late it was. And, with a quick check to the clock, confirmed that it was nearly twelve-thirty. Sheesh. We'd certainly had a lie-in.

As I slid off the bed, trying not to jostle them, Fred stirred and mumbled something. For a moment I stared at them, how Fred had pulled the bedcover up to his chin, and how George had shoved it down to his waist. I reached for my robe, teetering on my feet, and slowly pulled it on as I left the bedroom. As I walked, I winced: my hip joints felt as if they'd been turned to jelly and hadn't been put back together right.

Ow. Ow.

Note to self: must commence stretching exercises before doing that again.

The knocking continued. Even through the haze of my mind, it felt very deja vu. Only I knew that this time it wasn't George on the other side of the door. But who the hell was it, then? And who would be coming so freaking early?

Unlocking the door, I slowly pulled it open. Lee's smiling, dark-skinned face greeted me.

“Good morning, partner in crime,” he grinned.

Shoving my hair out of my face, I opened the door farther and smiled back. “Lee! What a surprise.”

“Well, it shouldn't be, considering.” He reached into his pocket, and held up a set of keys. “Missing something, darling?”

A moment of confusion, and then I chuckled. “Ah, you did have them. I forgot I'd put them in your trouser pocket.”

Handing the keys over, Lee said, “And you'll be happy to know that I only briefly considered letting myself into your humble abode. I trust you got on well enough. I don't see anything broken.”

I nodded. “Of course. One of the boys did that unlocking thing.”

Making a show of looking over my head, Lee then leaned closer to me with a mischievous grin. “So how did things go?” he asked. “They didn't give you too hard a time, did they?”

Stifling a yawn, I shook my head. “Not as much as I thought they might. I still think they were a little punchdrunk, so I probably got off easy. You know they'll probably retaliate at some point.”

Leaning against the doorframe, Lee shrugged, his dreadlocks swinging gently. “Quite likely, I'm afraid. Hopefully we gave them something to consider, though. We got them once, might be able to do it again.”

I just gave him a look, and Lee laughed quietly. “No, you're right. They'll never trust us again.”

“At least we have evidence.” At Lee's curious expression, I explained, “I had my friend at the pub video tape part of the scheme. So it's on record for eternity that we did it.”

“Thank Merlin for that. I can think of lists of people who would never believe it ever happened.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I said, “You know, I'd invite you in for breakfast, Lee, if you like, but I think I'm the only one up so far. Or maybe lunch is more like it.”

“That's very—wait a mo.” Lee turned wide eyes at me, an incredulous smile on his face. “You didn't—I mean, are both Fred and George here, then?”

“Of course.”

His smile grew even wider. “Maggie, you sweet little tart. What really happened once you came home last night?”

Glancing back once more to make sure neither of the twins was up yet, I leaned towards Lee and closed the door a little. Raising a knowing eyebrow, I replied, “What do you think happened, Lee?”

Lee peered at me a little closer, then reached for the collar of my robe and plucked it slightly. “I think I should owl before I come over. Give you time to cover up the love marks they gave you.”

Unabashed, I shrugged. “That's all right. You think I look bad, you should see them.”

Lee looked as if he were debating on whether to scold me or high-five me, and he wound up chuckling. “I'm curious,” he said, lowering his voice. “Now, you told me how close you three are, and how you're shagging them both. So did they finally ask you to go all in?”

I simply shrugged gracefully, and gave him my best smile. “Well, as I'm sure you might realize, Lee, I have quite an appetite when it comes to carnal pleasures. Fred and George have been advertising their combined prowess since I met them. I took them up on their offer last night.”

Shaking his head slowly, Lee just grinned. This time he did raise a hand to me, and I slapped it. He wrapped his fingers around mine, and pulled me a little closer. “Well done, ducks. I'm sure they were more than willing to make certain you received the full benefit of having twins about. There's not many who can say they've had that pleasure.”

At that, I raised my eyebrows. My mind drifted back to a few hours ago, and the brief conversation that I'd had with Fred. I hadn't been sure he'd been telling the truth, but if their best friend said the same...

Smirking, I replied, “Shouldn't you be more impressed that it took twins to wear me out?”

Lee laughed loudly, then clapped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry,” he chuckled, his grin still in place. “You are a real match for them. You know this, right?”

Rolling my eyes, I opened my mouth to respond, but was stopped by a sleepy voice calling, “Maggie?”

“Uh oh, looks like they've noticed I'm missing.”

I turned to see one of the twins stepping into the living room, thankfully clad in boxers, although I had a sneaking suspicion there wouldn't have been any issues; I was sure they'd all seen each other naked at some point in their mischievous lives. I couldn't help but stare for a moment at the way he moved, how his sleep-mussed hair was all the sexier, and how his muscles moved. I was reasonably certain it was George, as I remembered administering that rather large hickey on the left side of his neck.

“Oh, there you are,” he said, then looked up. “Lee?”

I opened the door wider, and pulled Lee inside. “May as well come in now, Lee. We don't need to make all my neighbors think this is a drive-through business.”

Lee shut the door behind him, and nodded enthusiastically. “Morning, George. Maggie was just inviting me to tea with you lot.”

Tightening my robe, I strode over to George, who rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. “Blimey, is that the time? Thought for sure it was barely breakfast.”

“Well, we did have a late night,” I reminded him, sliding an arm around his bare waist and touching his neck with my other hand. Smirking, I added, “And a bit of a rough one at that.”

George touched my cheek and slid his hand down my neck, fingers lingering over my own bruises. “It was, at that. But I don't hear you complaining.”

As he leaned down to kiss my cheek, I smiled. “That's one thing you can say about me. I don't complain much.”

He whispered against my ear, “And you're completely wicked in bed.”

“That too,” I conceded.

Standing up, George returned his gaze to his best friend. “Everything all right, Lee? If you came to attempt to confuse us as to which of you is which, I'm afraid we've kept your accomplice rather busy.”

As I elbowed George in the ribs, Lee just chuckled. “Nah, mate. Had to return your lady's keys. I didn't see the need to rush over here last night, as you two could get her in safe and sound. But if she decides to let you two leave, Maggie's going to need her keys back.”

Running a hand through my hair, George replied, “The way she keeps us chained to the bed, I don't think we're leaving anytime soon.”

As Lee laughed, I elbowed him more pointedly this time and met his cheeky grin. “Oh, I keep you chained to the bed, as if it's such a chore to have sex with me.”

“Yes, deadly dull work, that. You're obviously too much for us.”

“So is that why Fred's not up yet?” Lee piped in.

George smirked at his friend. “Well, Fred doesn't have quite the stamina that I do.”

“Oh, for crying out loud.” I rolled my eyes as both the boys laughed. I pulled back from George's embrace and favored him with one of my patented looks of irritation. “First of all, I think I can say from great experimentation that I can judge each of your stamina, so you can't pull that shit with me. And secondly, we do have a guest here. I'd appreciate it if you could attempt to leave my bedroom behavior out of it.”

“I don't know,” Lee said thoughtfully. “All the talk that's gone on round here, starts to make a bloke curious. And like you said, Maggie, took twins to wear you out. I'm starting to wonder what it would take to wear down your stamina.”

George pointed at Lee with a warning hand. “Don't even think it, Lee, or I'll hex you into next year.”

Shaking my head, I pulled away. “I'm going to wake up Fred, and then I am going to be the most wonderful woman ever, and cook for you lot.”

Lee clapped a hand to his chest. “Beautiful, smart, bloody mischief in heels, and cooks too? There is no way you two losers deserve this girl.”

I smirked to myself as I turned down the hall, leaving George and Lee to continue joking, and re-entered the bedroom. Fred was still stretched across the bed, swathed in covers now that there was no one to share with. My eyes roved over his body, momentarily swept back in the very naughty things I had done to him.

Crawling onto the bed, I leaned over Fred and slowly pressed my lips to his cheek. He made a muffled sound and moved his head away from me. I chuckled, and began peeling the covers down his body. At first he didn't move, and I allowed myself the pleasure of looking over his body slowly. Muscular calves and toned thighs, a luscious ass, broad back and shoulders... All peppered with little love marks courtesy of me.

Fred finally seemed to wake up a bit, and realized that the covers were gone. Snorting, he blearily raised his head. I smirked down at him, then leaned over and kissed his head.

“Whuz goin' on?”

Chuckling, I replied, “Time to get up, sleepy.”

Rolling onto his side, Fred glanced down at his nudity and lack of covers, then gave me a bleary grin. “Think I'm already there, luv.”

I glanced down and had to concur; he was sporting a very fetching morning happy. “This is true.”

Gently pulling me down, Fred smoothly rolled me over until he was hovering above me. I squealed as he slid a hand down and parted my robe, his hand warm on my skin. Nuzzling my neck, Fred murmured, “Fancy helping me out, darling?”

As he began kissing my neck, I sighed happily, especially as he maneuvered himself between my legs. My treacherous body responded, a rush of excitement flooding my lower body and making me tingle.

“Mmm,” I sighed. “I'd be happy to, but we have company.”

“George doesn't count, Maggie. He'll likely be back to join in any second, I'm sure.” Fred nibbled my ear, and I felt his member inching towards me. A few more seconds, and he could slide inside of me.

I had to stop him. Even though I didn't want to.

“Actually, Lee is here,” I managed to get out. “And considering the door's open, I don't particularly fancy giving him an exhibition on what we do.”

That stopped Fred. He froze, and lifted his head. For a second he stared at me shrewdly, his devious mind working. “I don't know,” he said at last. “After all, Lee plotted behind out backs for months with you, all of it culminating in a very betrayal of our trust and friendship. I think it might only be fair for me to punish him by me having sex with you, and letting him know what he can't have.”

I raised my eyebrows, staring at him. I honestly wasn't sure if he was kidding or not; this could be his dastardly revenge for our deception. And yet, I didn't truly believe he had the guts for it. But did I really have the nerve to test him?

Searching his face, I saw nothing but mischief there, no matter how sleepy. He wasn't moving away from me, and I wasn't pushing him away either. I could hear George's laughter in the living room, Lee's voice talking animatedly. Fred was staring at me with a daring glare, the look reminding me of last night and him daring me to say no.

Even as I felt his very awake friend nudging along my thigh, eliciting little shivers of anticipation from me, I decided that I would win at this game. It wasn't the first time I'd played Chicken.

Slowly spreading my legs, I arched my body upwards against his naked chest. Fred shuddered slightly against me, his arms holding himself up. I pressed my lips to the long column of his throat, earning another shudder when I flicked my tongue over an existing bruise. I brought my lips down his skin, kissing under his chin and to the other side of his neck. I could hear and feel his breathing falter, feel the blood begin running harder under his skin.

Fred murmured something against my head as I licked a long line up his neck. I heard his knuckles crack as he twisted his hands in the bedsheets. At the same time, I felt his body shift.

“Think I'm joking, do you?” he growled, but the sound lost some edge due to his breathing.

I chortled, pulling open the top of my robe so my breasts spilled out. “Do you think I'm joking?” I asked, hoping he couldn't see the eagerness that my body was showing.

“You think I won't take you even with Lee out there?” he asked, lowering his head towards my breasts, and took a nipple in his mouth. I gasped softly, arching into him.

Goosebumps broke out over my body. I was suddenly more aware of the wetness between my thighs, as well as the quivering cock that was currently resting between them. The soreness in my body was nothing. “I noticed you're still talking and not doing anything about it,” I taunted him, a little breathlessly.

Fred swirled his tongue around my nipple, and I bit down on my lip to keep myself quiet, arching into his mouth. I raised a hand to his soft hair, squeezing it between my fingers. With a quick nip of teeth to my nipple, Fred slowly raised his head to meet my eyes. His gorgeous eyes were wide awake, and filled with both mischief and lust: a deadly combination.

“Why, Miss Charleson, I believe you think are overconfident.”

I met his gaze fearlessly, swallowing once. “I think that you underestimate me.”

He raised an eyebrow, and at the same time shifted his body. I swear my body moved on its own accord, because a moment later his cock slide inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I arched into him, mouth open in a little 'o'. Fred made a low sound that intensified the goosebumps. When I was able to look back at him, I found a satisfied smile on his lips.

“I think you underestimate how much you want me.”

As he pulled back and slid back inside, I tried to hold back the soft moan, and failed. “I think you can't handle how much pleasure I give you, Mr. Weasley,” I retorted in a whisper as he began to find a rhythm. “Oh, gods...”

Fred chuckled, bringing a hand down to finish pushing away the robe from me to bare my stomach. “You should know by now, I never turn down a challenge,” he said huskily, moving steadily and making me all the wetter.

I couldn't pretend it was nothing. Having him back inside of me made me a wanton thing, anxious and eager to keep him there. Sliding my hands down to grip his arms, I whispered, “It will be humiliating if they walk in on us.”

He leaned down and kissed me, and I whimpered into his kiss. His mouth tasted so hot and sweet, his tongue dancing along my lips. My hands fell down and found his; his fingers reached for mine, squeezing them tightly.

“Not humiliating,” he murmured. “Only mildly embarrassing. Unless you were inclined to add to your cache of lovers.”

I managed an indignant expression that earned a cheeky grin from Fred. “You bastard!” I whispered, arching my hips and allowing him to move deeper inside of me. “Mmm...”

“Gods, why can't I get enough of you, Maggie?” He lowered his face to mine again, kissing his way down my face until he came to my neck, and used his teeth to mark me once more. I squealed quietly, wrapping my legs around his waist as tremors raced down my torso.

I started to give him a smart-assed answer, but he began to move faster, and the words were stolen as I had to concentrate on keeping silent. I bit down on my lip hard as his hips slammed into mine, the quiet smack of our flesh disproportionately loud. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pulled my hands free to slide around his back, nails digging in. Fred panted loudly by my ear, groaning as I scratched him. I was trying to pay attention to the sounds in the living room, the ebb and flow of George and Lee's voices, but it was becoming too difficult to concentrate on anything other than the frantic pace we were climbing to.

“Fred--” I tried to whisper. “Oh, gods, just fuck me...”

“Such a mouth...on you.” Fred gasped, leaning his head against mine, his hot breath cascading down my face. “Blimey, I can't stop...”

Warm tension was wrapping around my lower body, my sensitive flesh responding eagerly. I heard music come on in the living room but wasn't fussed with it. I had an indistinct thought: They can hear us. But Fred was right: I couldn't stop.

“Almost, almost--”

“Yes, come on, Fred--”

He growled against me, and went harder. My mouth fell open in a silent cry, my body filled with tension like a string close to the breaking point. I clung to him, begging him as the tension grew and the heat inside of me was threatening to break. The effort of keeping silent was nearly painful; all the sounds I wanted to make were trapped in my chest.

“Almost there—almost--”

“Fred--”

I emitted a sharp gasp as the pleasure rapidly swelled. I felt Fred's back grow tense, his fingers grip the sheets. His heart was thundering in his chest, and mine was responding the same. My eyes half-closed as I gave myself over to the pleasure, nearly over the brink, I was rising and Fred was coming with me--

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of pale skin and red hair enter the doorway. My eyes widened and I meant to cry out “Stop!” but what came out was “George!”

Fred's head whipped up. “Wrong twin, luv--”

And then the pleasure broke loose and Fred pressed me into the mattress with a stifled moan, and I was writhing beneath him and clinging to him, digging my nails into his back, and trying to keep my body in one piece. And all the while I felt George's eyes on us. For seconds we were entwined, riding the release and the pleasure. At the same time I felt awkward with the reality that was near us, and also intrigued that he was there.

As it finally began to fade, Fred looked at me. “That's the first time you called out the wrong name.”

“Good morning.”

Fred's face turned, and so did mine. George was leaning against the doorway, arms folded over his chest and a rather amused look on his face that said 'you can't be left alone for a second.' I felt my cheeks flush and I grinned sheepishly.

“Oh.” Fred looked back to me, still breathing hard. “Guess you didn't get us mixed up after all.”

“No, I didn't,” I replied, trying to get my breathing under control.

George tsked from the doorway. “Honestly, Fred, did you forget to cast a Silencing Charm? Muffliato? Anything at all would have worked.”

Gently pushing Fred off of me, I pulled my robe closed. “Did you hear everything?” I whispered, eyeballing the hallway.

Smirking, George glanced down the hall once before looking at me again. “Not everything. That's why I turned on your radio. Didn't want Lee getting any ideas.” Stepping into the room, George looked well and truly amused. As I pushed Fred away and stood up, George said softly, “And here I thought we might have worn you out last night.”

Still blushing, I fought to regain my dignity. “It just so happens that your brother was trying to--”

“Get back in your knickers. Yeah, I figured that out.” George grinned wolfishly, eyes raking over me. “Merlin's beard, darling, you are insatiable.”

Drawing myself up in height, I glanced over to see Fred finally finding his pants. Clothes. Clothes sounded like a great idea right now. As I looked up at George, noticing the twinkle in his eyes and how there were more ideas rolling through his mind, I couldn't help but smile. If I had thought they were mischievous before, I was beginning to suspect I hadn't seen anything yet.

“We don't want to keep Lee waiting any further,” I said at last, smiling up at him. “And I did promise to cook for you lot.”

Brushing a finger over the sweat on my forehead, George said, “All right. But be prepared for later.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really. And what's going to happen later?”

The cunning look on his face made me pause, and also sent a tingle of anticipation through me. That sparkle in his eyes was dangerous, and oh so thrilling. George let his hand slide down the front of my body, touching only the tiny hairs and leaving goosebumps and trembles in its wake. Leaning in, he murmured, “I'm going to test the limits of a Silencing Charm.”

I shivered. I couldn't wait.
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