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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 usual disclaimer of owning naught to do with the HP series. If I made any money, I would totally be at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter right now. So I'm not. Because I don't.*

The Burrow was quickly becoming one of my favorite places. Warm, cozy, and with such fabulous people as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, it was impossible not to enjoy myself at every turn. Mrs. Weasley had extracted a promise from me to come out more often. I suspected she enjoyed the opportunity to have her sons home more often, as well as try to trick out what was going on between us.

As we left, she also surprised me by inviting me over for Christmas. She told me that Harry and Hermione usually came for the holidays as well, and it would be nice to have someone about to make sure that the twins weren't completely under her feet with every step. While still a few weeks away, it was such a pleasant prospect that I agreed, much to the delight of the twins. Mrs. Weasley informed me it was likely to be quite a full house, but there was always room for one more. Fred merely said that it would be a great opportunity to see how quickly they could make their mother shoot sparks from her wand.

With the holidays to look forward to, I realized that I was getting a little deeper than I'd ever intended. First I'd met Fred and George's family nearly right off the bat. Now I was getting invited for Christmas. This was a definite first for me, and in some ways it was quite unsettling. When I thought of how, until quite recently, my longest relationship had been around seventy-two hours, during which point we'd been drunk for a good portion of it, it made me pause. I wasn't sure what I had with the twins, other than a hell of a lot of fun.

Somehow we were coming into a sort of balance. More often than not, one or both of them would come over to my flat several nights out of the week, and the weekends were ours. We had our own schedules, our own obligations, and we worked around them. Whenever I had an empty bed at night, I realized I was looking forward to having it filled again. Having experienced the delight of two exceptional young men and the benefits thereof, I was quite agreeable to further experiences. I couldn't get over the fact that I could be in such a bizarre but satisfying situation. If it was possible, I felt quite addicted to them.

As the weeks began to wear on, I also learned more and more about what made them each tick. George, for example, seemed generally slightly more responsible, especially when it came to affairs of the shop. That was one place where both twins took a strange amount of serious thought, and as it was their living, made total sense. George had a strange affinity for finding bizarre clothes, which meant if we went into Muggle London he was delighted at some of the strange fashions. I suspected his dad rubbed off more on him than he'd care to admit. He was a planner, but I noticed he tended to defer to Fred's judgment more often than not, and was more than willing to experiment in a wide variety of things.

Fred, on the other hand, adored spontaneity, yet also had a curious softer side to him. To me, anyway. For instance, he seemed to be more in tune with my moods, able to read me a shade better than George, and acted accordingly. Not to say he didn't enjoy fleshing them out and driving me bonkers once he knew what I was feeling, be it happy, annoyed, or just plain irritable. He got quite the charge from egging me on, but then turned it around and was able to smooth things out. He had a subtle affinity for romance, something George teased him about to no end. Of course, I'd also noticed that Fred had quite a vindictive side to him; if there was someone he didn't like, he had no qualms about tormenting them to the best of his abilities.

Together, they were a force to be reckoned with. I let them know, under no uncertain terms, that as long as they stayed over, they were required to assist with keeping my flat clean. I was happy to cook and even do some laundry for them, but I was not about to cater to their every whim. In a shocking display, they both took it to heart and I'd barely had to remind them to pick up their own damn shoes.

I was also gaining a swift appreciation for their pranks. One day I had gone with them to their shop, and they had both spent a great deal of time between customers explaining items. From their Day Dream Charms, Shocking Hand Buzzers, miniature hangmen, Portable Swamps, a wide assortment of trick wands and trick quills, and more items than I could shake a stick at, it was plain that they had a nearly infinite number of ideas stored up. I'd even had the opportunity to watch them working on new products. Two explosions and three changes of clothes later, I decided that I should not be in the same room if they were experimenting.

So December arrived, and the air was as cold as could be. I'd started my shopping already, hoping for once to stay ahead of the curve. I was fretting over what to get for the Weasleys. Since Mrs. Weasley had assured me that nearly everyone would be there, with a couple of exceptions, I was forced to plan with Fred and George's help.

One day in particular I had set aside to go shopping. I'd made sure we were up at a reasonable time so that we could go out wherever we needed. As Diagon Alley was becoming less hospitable, from what I was told, we were going to do as much as we could in Muggle London. George had left early on an unspecified errand, which made me suspicious, but glad for a little space. Fred volunteered for breakfast detail, so I went to shower.

As I toweled off, I couldn't help smiling to myself. I liked knowing that Fred was in the kitchen, supposedly cooking breakfast. It was nice to know that there was someone who was trying to take care of me. Bizarre, but nice.

Half of me was surprised he hadn't come to join me in the shower. The other half of me was glad to have a bit of space to think. Since I'd been seeing the twins after the near catastrophic event in September, it had taken almost no time at all to become semi-acclimated to their presence in my life. I liked it, but I mistrusted it. While they were too adorable for words at some points, with their simultaneous speaking and finishing each others' sentences, there were moments when it was almost overwhelming. I was accustomed to a certain way of life, and they were upsetting that.

Still, I acknowledged, as I finished with the lotion and wrapped my robe around me, it's damn convenient to have two sets of everything to help me out with whatever I need. And besides... I can't get enough of staring at them. Poor, silly Maggie.

I headed to the bedroom, ready to pick out my clothes. The smell of bacon and sausages was enticing. My stomach rumbled gently. I glared at it. The boys never minded me eating; they were quite addicted to the sight of my curves. But I'd been trying to make more of an effort to curb the excesses, especially with the holidays drawing near. I didn't want to lose the size I had, unless it became smaller.

“Maggie? You out?”

“In the bedroom. Whatcha need?”

“Can you come here a mo'?”

Dropping the clothes in my hands, I padded towards the kitchen. “Breakfast smells great, Fred. I can't wait to—AAAAHHH!” The scream trailed on as I froze in my tracks, my heart threatening to explode and my eyes going to dinner plate size.

Fred stood before me, in pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. With no head.

I gawked at him, unsure of what to say. Unable to say anything.

“Luv, do you remember where the sage is at? I've positively lost my mind.”

I continued staring at him for another long stretch of heartbeats, still unable to form words. He sounded so nonchalant, utterly relaxed, as if he had no idea his head had gone missing. My heart began to stutter on again, and a hysterical giggle slipped out of my lips.

“What's the matter?” Fred asked. “There something on my face?”

A high-pitched sound fell from my lips, and my body began to shake with laughter. Once I started, the rest of it came, utterly undignified. Snorts begat more snorts, and I couldn't make it stop.

Fred made a sound of irritation. “Well, if you can't look me in the eye and be forward, I guess I'm on my own.”

“BWAHA-HA-HA-HA!”

I clutched my stomach as the hysteria turned the giggles into peals of laughter that made me bend over.

The door opened at that moment, and I heard George come in. I couldn't even try to stand up to greet him.

“Morning, all!” A pause. “What's got Maggie in stitches?”

I managed to look up through tear-filled eyes as Fred turned to his brother.

“No idea. George, do I have something on my face?” Fred inquired.

George looked at his brother without changing expression. “Not that I can see.”

The laughter came even harder, and I was on my knees. The utter solemnity on George's face was perfectly timed humor. My stomach was starting to cramp, and I couldn't stop it. My damp hair flapped around my face as I fought tooth and nail to get a grip.

“Watch the sausages, bro.”

It felt like eons before I was finally able to gain control of the laughter. I gasped for breath, aware of a pair of feet by me and one of the twins bending down to give me a hand. Raising my head, I looked up to see George at the stove, pulling the sausages out of the pan. Fred leaned over me, and reached up to his head. He pulled something off, and suddenly I was staring into his glittering brown eyes and wide grin.

“All right, Maggie?” he asked.

A few more giggles passed my lips as I managed to calm down a bit. Now that I could see his face, it was all the funnier. “What—the hell—was that?” I gasped out.

Fred held up a goddess-awful piece of cloth that had to be a hat: a wide magenta brim accented a miniature turquoise peacock that sat on the side. “Headless Hat, one of our latest designs,” he said proudly.

Hiccuping, I groaned. “Great. Now I--”--hic--”have the--”--hic--”hiccups.”

“A small price to pay for a genuinely satisfying reaction.” Fred took my arms and helped me to my feet. “Blimey, Maggie, I've never seen you laugh so hard.”

“Obviously you haven't been paying attention when you undress,” George quipped.

I waved a hand in George's general direction. To Fred, I stared up at him. He was impish in the extreme, giddy at how one of their standard items had provoked such a reaction from me. He was too much for words. So sexy, so boyish... so immature.

I tried to speak, but the hiccups came harder.

“Here.” George stepped over, drawing his wand. With a quick wave of his wand and a few words, I felt a brief jittery sensation pass through me, and then the hiccups stopped.

I took a deep breath. “Thanks, George.”

“Don't want you trying to eat in that condition. You'd likely get something stuck, and then we'd have to go to St. Mungo's.”

Fred tossed the hat aside, and swept his hair back from his face, still staring at me.

I shook my head, smirking. “You are...something else.”

He raised an eyebrow. “But something worth keeping around,” he grinned. “Didn't you say laughs were a turn on for you?”

“I did say that. And considering that you two are quite a laugh a minute, where do you think that leaves us?”

“In a very agreeable position, I think.” Fred took a step closer, hands on my waist.

Shaking my head slightly, I stared up at him. I could feel my nipples hardening through the thin material of my robe, and I knew he was aware there was nothing on underneath. I couldn't deny the chemistry we had, the way they managed to set me on fire with the barest of touches. There were times when I didn't think I could possibly come up for breath because that would mean I would have to leave their arms.

“I won't deny that your humor is such an integral part of the attraction,” I said at last. “But humor and laughs aren't everything. Can you imagine trying on Headless Hats for me for years?”

“And why not? It's a gag every time. If those get boring, maybe we should try invisible trousers.”

This time I rolled my eyes, even though part of me wanted to smile. “I can't even begin to imagine it. The fact that you can... well, there are times when I think you are just way too immature for me, Fred. As a matter of fact, I know you are.”

Fred brought a hand up to my chin, pinning my gaze with his. He looked at me for several long moments, and the twinkle never left his eyes. I felt something twist in my stomach that had nothing to do with the effects of serious laughing. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I could feel a shift, either in him or myself, I wasn't sure. “I think you rather enjoy having a couple of blokes around to help you remind yourself of the less serious side of life,” he said, sliding his other hand towards the front of my robe.

“I think you are in over your head.”

“Well, then maybe you should do something else with your head, Freddy,” said George, stepping beside us as he clapped something down on Fred's head.

At once Fred began to crow like a rooster, body twitching in a wild jerking motion. It took me a minute to realize he was moving like a chicken, bobbing his head and flapping his arms.

Eyes widening, I stared at the spectacle as George grinned broadly, evidently proud of his achievement. “What is that?” I demanded.

“One of our new line of Animal Emulators,” George said proudly. “Notice the cap? Clap it on anyone's head and they will immediately begin to take on the characteristics of the animal it's imbued with.” Sighing proudly, he crossed his arms.

I was torn between bursting out into fits of hysterical laughter and throwing some seeds on the floor to get Fred's attention. As it was, giggles began to erupt from my lips, especially as Fred let out a loud squawk.

“Oh, my,” I managed to get out. “And he can't stop it?”

George's eyes twinkled with devilment. “That's the beautiful part. Only a bystander has the ability to end the whole performance, and honestly, who would really be able to stop a fabulous display such as this?”

Chortling unabashedly, I couldn't help but stare for a few more seconds as Fred began to move towards the kitchen. “Oh, no, I am not going to have him run through my kitchen like that.”

I quickly approached him and managed to reach up to pull the cap off his head. As soon as I did, Fred paused in his abrupt movements, nearly falling to the floor. He stood back up quickly, looking from one of us to the other with a slightly confused look on his face.

“Did you just clap an Emulator on me?” he demanded of his brother.

George shook his head. “'Course not. It was her.”

I shot him a withering look. “Sure, blame the one who was nice enough to end your little chicken dance.”

Fred raised an eyebrow and reached over to grab his wand off the counter. “Not too convincing there, George. But maybe you should demonstrate the Jelly Legs Jinx.” He flicked his wand and a bright light shot out.

George ducked out of the way just in time, and the light zoomed off. Grinning madly, George drew his own wand. “I don't think so, brother mine. But you do a marvelous impression of a goat, as well.”

Another shot of light as Fred threw himself to the side. “Nice try, George! I rather prefer you as a canary!”

I jumped as George dashed behind me. The pair began shooting spells at one another, neither one hitting one another yet. I watched in fascination and horror as the spells began reflecting off objects in my flat. A chair began bucking wildly. A mirror began to sing. My teapot began dancing. I felt a few zing by my ear within inches.

As Fred chased George around the living room, I found I was laughing, astounded by the predicament. Two silly, immature twins chasing each other around my flat, trying to hit one another with random hexes and not caring that they weren't hitting anything but the furniture. It was so bizarre and utterly hilarious that all I could do was stare and jump out of the way as my chairs began a race.

I had to duck as a spell came soaring my way, making my microwave begin to burp out the English national anthem. My stomach hurt, I was laughing so hard. I didn't care that they were thundering around like a pair of giant dogs, or that my poor neighbors might were probably going to come knocking on my door shortly. However, I did become slightly alarmed when Fred went barreling into the bedroom, George on his heels, and I was left alone with the performing objects.

“Fred?” I called. “George?”

One of my chairs was approaching me with a sort of sneaky air. I eyed it warily. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn it was trying to sneak up on me. But what was it going to do? I tensed, ready to try and jump if needed.

It scuttled towards me, faster than I would have believed. With a shriek, I ran towards the bedroom as well. I heard it clunking loudly as it followed me. “Oh, freaking hell!”

Bursting into the bedroom, I barely noticed that George was sporting a head of yellow feathers while Fred was balding very rapidly. Jumping onto the bed, I threw myself at George.

“Hello, darling!” he greeted cheerfully.

Pointing at the chair as it entered the room, I shrieked, “It's coming to get me!”

Fred happened to be on the floor at the end of the bed, and he whipped around just as the chair barreled into him. With an “Oomph!” he fell back onto the bed.

“Feisty little thing, isn't it,” he yelled.

The chair kept bumping into the bed, unable to jump, thank the maker. “Make it stop!” I hollered.

“Finite Incantatem!”

As I stared, the chair shuddered, then fell over on its side. From the rest of the flat was the sound of other objects falling over as well. I winced at the sound of something breaking. The musical sounds from the kitchen ceased as well. I held my breath, still staring wide-eyed.

After a few moments, George turned enough to look at me, a huge grin on his face. “Well. That was something new, wasn't it.”

I blinked at him, momentarily at a loss for words. My eyes finally drifted upward to the wild array of yellow feathers that were sprouting out of his head. A few molted even as we stood there. I opened my mouth to say something brilliant, but collapsed into giggles instead. I leaned my head on his shoulder, completely lost to the hysterical laughter that now overwhelmed me.

“See? I told you she thinks you're funny-looking,” said Fred.

Trying to catch my breath, I looked at Fred then. A few tufts of red hair remained, but other than that his whole head was bald and shiny. His mirthful grin spoke volumes. I laughed even harder.

“Maybe, but I've got her in my arms right now, and you don't.”

As George tried to wrap an arm around me, I lost my balance. George floundered to grab for me, and managed to grab my robe's sleeve. With a shriek of surprise, I fell on my back, half my robe coming off in George's hand. I stared up at him, wide-eyed, still laughing, and half-naked.

“Always let the good girls slip through your fingers, don't you,” commented Fred, rolling over beside me.

“Stop, stop,” I giggled, gasping for breath. “No more!”

Fred's eyes were sparkling as his face hovered over mine. And then all I could focus on was his bald head, and I had to cover my eyes as my entire body shook with laughter.

“Now who's the one who's funny-looking, eh, Freddie?”

“I think she's rather intrigued by our new hairstyles.”

“I'm rather intrigued by the way her robe's come undone.”

Abruptly throwing my hands away and opening my eyes, I forced myself to look at each of them in turn as George sat down beside me. “No,” I said quite firmly. “Don't even think about it until you set each other straight.”

“But I thought you'd take us in any form, Maggie,” grinned Fred.

I tried to focus on his eyes, but my gaze kept moving back up to his head. Snorting, I replied, “I'd love to, but right now I'll be laughing more than enjoying anything else!” Touching his cheek, I added, “But if that's all right with you, then I'll go get dressed.”

George sighed heavily. “You really know how to get your way, don't you.”

Looking up at him, I smiled brightly. “You use laughter to get what you want. I use what I have to get what I want. And considering I've been laughing my ass off, you might consider a little expediency.” I met his eyes with a wicked look.

Eyes sparkling, George shook his head, smiling. “Such a minx,” he commented, raising his wand. “Ready, Fred?”

“Ready, George.”

I kept glancing between the two as they cast spells on each other. George's feathers fell out at once as red hair pushed itself up. Looking at Fred, I watched the same process as the scruffy tufts fell out and his natural hair went back into place. It was like watching high-speed camera. At last, each one was once more gifted with their long ginger hair.

I smiled, imagining how many, many Muggles would kill for that sort of expediency. “I really do love magic sometimes,” I said, reaching for Fred's hair and squeezing bundles of it. Warm excitement was brewing inside of me. There was just something about their absolute goofiness that just flat out did it for me, and the fact that they were so focused on me made me even more excited.

George slid a hand down my exposed side, his hungry eyes looking me over. “I love how it makes you so eager,” he said, slowly pushing aside the remaining half of the robe.

“I love how you look when you're lying between us,” said Fred, maneuvering so that George could push the robe away.

I loved it when they undressed me. Slowly sitting up so I could slide my arms out, I reached for Fred and balled my hands in his shirt. For a moment I let myself stare into his brown eyes, watching myself out of those glittering orbs. There were always naughty thoughts in those eyes, accentuated by the curves of his lips. Pulling his shirt up and over his head, I quirked a smile and leaned in close. “You like me any which way you can have me,” I teased.

George licked a long line up my spine, causing me to tense up and gasp, goosebumps breaking out over my body. “You know, I've been thinking,” he said, pulling me back against his chest.

“About what?” I asked breathlessly.

“About how many ways I can have you,” he answered, lowering his lips to my neck. “I think there's something new we need to try.”

I moaned, reaching back to hold his head. I was always intrigued by what George had up his sleeve. At the same time, Fred captured my lips with his, his hands slowly burning trails down my torso. His hands slid to my legs, gently sliding them open. That heat was already heavy between my legs, and growing hotter with each touch of their hands.

When Fred pulled back enough to let me breathe, I swallowed hard and managed to ask, “What is it?”

George chuckled wickedly. “Well, it involves the three of us, of course, but also a set of--”

“You don't mean--?” said Fred.

“I do.”

“And maybe the--”

“Indeed.”

“Dirty mind you have, George.”

“Thank you, Fred.”

Thoroughly confused but ridiculously eager all the same, I glanced between the two of them and reached for their heads. “I don't know what you're talking about, but why don't you let me in on the secret?”

“Our pleasure, dearest.”

So they did.
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