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How to beat
Slytherin

Or, making Malfoy cry

Author:�� MistressMystery

Rating:�� NC-17

Pairing:�� Fred�n�George/Draco, slight
Fred/George

Disclaimer:�� No I don�t own them, none of them,
sadly. If I did, they would all be tied to my bed�

Warnings: �� Male/male sex, dubious consent,
possible Twincestual situation, slight AU-situation due to the timelines. An
attempt at humor.

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www.adult-fanfiction.org,
other archives on request!

Summary: �� Harry�s not at his best, but it
MUST be possible to beat Slytherin at the coming� Quidditchmatch� Fred and George have a brilliant plan� They make
Draco cry. Twice.

Author's notes:� � I�ve
got several plotbunnies nagging me, in several fandoms. However, I�m not a
great writer, I tend to get writer�s block and never finish/publish a
story�� Considering that, this is the
first Harry Potter story I ever wrote, since I tend not to start writing. That
way, I can avoid the frustration of writer�s block. I hope you like it, send me
some feedback and maybe you�ll encourage me to finish other stories and start
with the other HP-plotbunnies� Also, this is the first ever threesome I ever
wrote, so bear with me! Unbeta�d as of yet.

Feedback:�� Feedback is the juice that keeps
this machine going! Pleeease! Feedback and/or flames can be sent to
mistressmystery@gmail.com

�Achoo!�
The sound of Harry sneezing quite dramatically made half the Gryffindor-table
freeze. Toast, teacups, forks and such halted in mid-air, conversations stopped
abruptly and everyone within hearing distance stared at the Gryffindor-seeker.
Ron Weasley�s face turned red, looking as if his best friend had suddenly grown
antlers.

�Wot,
Harry�� he mumbled through a mouthful of sausage, swallowing the half-chewed
meat to finish his sentence. ��still not feeling too well?� On Harry�s other
side, other-best-friend Hermione Granger scratched her head.

�Really
Harry, you should go see Madam Pomfrey, I�m sure she�ll have something for that
cold of yours.� It was just a regular cold, some coughing and sneezing and a
runny nose, but the Gryffindors had hoped Harry would feel better. Normally, it
wouldn�t have mattered, but today was different. Today, Gryffindor had it�s
final chance to get ahead of Ravenclaw in the Quidditch-competition. If they
beat Slytherin this day, they would only have to deal with Hufflepuff to win
the Cup. But if Harry wasn�t feeling a hundred percent, beating Slytherin could
get hard. Their seeker, Draco Malfoy, was nearly as good as Harry�

�No
Hermione! What if she wants to keep me there?! Then those stupid Slytherins
will beat us for sure, and I can�t let that happen!�

Hermione
huffed and sipped her tea. �I still say your health is more important, Harry.�

��Mione,
we can�t let that sodding git beat us this easily!� Ron protested. As the
argument went on, nobody noticed the sly look that passed between the
Weasley-twins�

Fred
and George had never really needed friends. It was good to have friends, but
they weren�t a necessity. They had always had eachother. It wasn�t a surprise
to them that their relationship grew beyond brothers and beyond twins. It was
like their shared one mind within two bodies, so it came natural to share their
bodies as well. They had been lovers eversince the start of puberty, though
hiding this from their friends and family.

After breakfast, the twins hurried out of the Great
Hall, taking off to the garden outside despite the gloomy weather. They had a
lot to discuss�

�So, we take him down a notch or two?� Fred started.

��That�ll be
fun�� George stated absently. Sometimes, odd gaps and silences fell in their
conversations, as they continued their conversation mentally. It was the best
way to discuss mischief.

�We�ll have to do it now then, match starts in two
hours.� Fred mused, and George gave a resolute nod.

Draco
Malfoy didn�t consider himself vain. Handsome maybe, admirable, but vain? No. His
parents expected him to be spotless at all occasions, not a hair out of place,
so he tried not to disappoint them. They expected a lot from their only son.
Perfection at every front. Maybe that�s why he was so nervous about the match
against Gryffindor. It was his chance to beat Potty and show his father that he
was worthy.

He�d
chosen the quiet Slytherin changing rooms over the Common room, trying to
concentrate on the task ahead.� He had
to try to stop Potter from catching the Snitch, allowing his teammates enough
time to score the points they needed to get ahead of Gryffindor in the lists,
then catch the Snitch. Then they only had to beat Ravenclaw next week to win
the House competition! Then maybe the Gryffindorks would loose from Hufflepuff and
be in third place, that would be a laugh!

He
sighed quietly to himself as he sat down on the bench and pulled his expensive
Italian hand-made shoes off. Better get changed into his Quidditch-gear, it
would give him something to do, and maybe calm his nerves a bit. Setting his
shoes neatly underneath the wooden bench, he pulled his robe off, hanging it on
a hanger. As he slowly changed into his Quidditch-gear, he couldn�t help but
mentally list all the times he was humiliated by the Boy-Who�ll-Loose-The-Upcoming-Match.
Damn that bloody Potter. Without him, Draco figured, his life would be much
easier�

Caught
up in his mental tirade, with his Quidditch-jersey pulled only halfway over his
head, Draco hardly heard the door open and close behind him. He figured his
teammates had arrived early. Too early for his liking. Their arrival meant that
his chance to concentrate in peace was gone. But during the first syllable of
his none-too-friendly greeting, he toppled over stiff as a statue, hitting his
head on the wooden bench and landing on the tiled floor with a thud.

Fred
and George�s plan had one weak point, and that was capturing Malfoy. But it
seemed Lady Luck was on their side. As they entered the Slytherin changing
rooms, Malfoy�s back was turned to them, and he had his shirt over his head.
Wand in hand, the brothers gave eachother a knowing glance.

��Stupefy!� Both cried out in unison, wands
pointed at the unknowing Slytherin seeker. Malfoy toppled over and fell down,
stupefied.

�Well,
that was easy�� Fred muttered, as George moved to Malfoy and prodded him with
his foot.

��Stage one is completed! So, a book?� he
asked, and Fred nodded. George muttered another spell, quickly Transfiguring
Malfoy�s prone body into a book. It had a black leather cover, with silver
letters reading �Draco Malfoy�. Pleased with their magics, Fred picked up the
book and gently put it in his bookbag.

�Let�s
get out of here!� And they sped out as if Voldemort himself was chasing them.

Laughing
like maniacs, the twins ran past the stands and back to the school, heading for
the small entrance that led straight into the kitchens. Their flight became a
race, both trying to beat the other to their destination. They flung the door
wide open and without bothering to close it, raced past the house-elves,
leaving them bewildered. Their race continued throughout the halls and up
several staircases, until they reached a door that just appeared right in front
of them.

�I
won�� George panted, grinning at his equally red-faced brother.

�May
be, but I�ve got the book!� Fred stated smugly, as he opened the door to the
Room of Requirement.

�Hey,
not fair!� George complained, before virtually jumping his twin. Their mouths
mashed together in a fiery kiss, as hands started to roam underneath robes and
shirts. Groaning, Fred gasped for breath.

�George,
later! We�ve got less then two hours, remember?� His brother just sighed,
fumbling for the doorhandle and pushing the Room�s door open with his shoulder.

The
Room of Requirement looked exactly like they wanted it to look. It�s main
feature was a giant four poster bed, standing in the middle of the room. It was
also the only piece of furniture. There were some tapestries hanging on the
walls, and some candles in sconces. The heavily curtained bed had a great stack
of downfilled pillows on it and few soft fleece comforters, all in a stunning
deep red color, matching the bed�s curtains. Fred lay his bookbag on the bed
and pulled out the Malfoy-book. Throwing the bag to the floor, he placed the
book in the exact center of the bed, before pulling out his wand.

�Shall
I do the honours?� he asked his twin. George nodded his consent and sat down on
the edge of the bed. �Finite Incantatem!� With a flick of Fred�s wand, the
spells were lifted, and the book turned back into the Stupefied form of Draco
Malfoy. �

A
groan escaped Draco�s lips. His head felt like it�d split in two and for a
second he thought that bloody Potter had thrown him off his broom again. But
when he put his hand to his head and his fingers came back sticky with drying
blood, he let out a shriek that would make the Shrieking Shack proud. Sitting
up with a start, Draco looked around and was surprised to see the Weasley-twins
standing at the foot of the bed he was on. They were staring at him, and his
surprise quickly turned to anger.

�What
are �you two- doing here?!� he bristled, scooting towards the edge of the bed.
He quickly slid his mask of arrogance in place to cover up for the fact that
couldn�t remember how he�d gotten here, a fact which made Draco very, very
nervous. George gave Draco a sharky grin, before casting a sly look at his sibling

��What we�re doing here?� he asked, smiling at
Draco before continuing. �The question is, what are YOU doing here? Shouldn�t
you be preparing for the Quidditchmatch?�

�That�s
none of your business!� Draco snapped, as he stood up and started making his
way to the door. He didn�t get far, for when he started to walk, Fred blocked
his way to the door while George circled around Draco, taking up a position
behind the Slytherin Seeker.

�Oh,
I think it is�� George whispered, his face dangerously close to Malfoy�s ear,
who gave a shudder. Draco vaguely realised he was outnumbered, but somehow, he
couldn�t seem to think straight.

�I
agree brother, it certainly �looks like- our business�� Fred replied as he
approached Draco slowly. Draco took a step backwards, bumping into George
behind him, who responded by taking hold of Draco�s arms, right above his
elbows. The blonde Slytherin couldn�t help hissing in protest and tried to pull
himself free from George�s grip. It didn�t do him any good. George only tightened
his grip slightly, pulling Malfoy against his chest, while Fred used the
opportunity to step in closer.

�Hey,
w-wait, n-� Protest cut short by a deft tongue licking his left ear, Draco
gasped for breath and shuddered.

�You
see? Our business after all�� Fred smirked. Shaking his head, Draco mewled,
sure he couldn�t get away from the Weasley�s and not sure he �wanted- to get
away. George released Malfoy�s right arm and took the liberty of running his
hand up underneath Draco�s quidditch-shirt, as Fred leaned forward to steal a
kiss. Stopping with his mouth a hair�s width away from Draco�s, Fred left the
decision up to the blonde. Doubt clearly readable on his face, Draco hesitantly
inched forward and pressed his mouth to Fred�s. Some part of him was disgusted
at kissing a Weasley, but the part that really liked the experience won out.

Meanwhile,
George�s questing hand found a nipple and he rolled it between his fingers.
Draco mewled into Fred�s mouth as he did so and George couldn�t help grinning.
This was going even better then expected� He released Draco�s other arm and let
both his hands roam underneath the Slytherin Seeker�s shirt. Finding his goal,
he felt Draco arch into him. The blonde hissed in surprise and broke away from
the kiss as George tweaked his nipples.

�A-and
what exactly are you doing..?� he breathed, not sure if he wanted to know.
Ofcourse, he wasn�t innocent. There had been that drunken fumble with Zabini,
and then there was Pansy. Though it wasn�t love, he liked Pansy enough and had
given her what she wanted plenty of times, but the little escapade he and
Blaise had had in the Slytherin boy�s showerroom had been more interesting then
all his times with Pansy. Part of him knew, realised, that he was gay, but
another, more Malfoy-ish part of him fought that realisation tooth and nail.
And being here, in this bedroom, alone with the Weasley-twins, didn�t do� any good. Fred flashed him a grin,
his hands sneaking around Draco�s torso to cup his ass.

�What
does it look like we�re doing? Fred whispered, as he sank to his knees and
started opening Draco�s pants, earning him a shudder and a sharp intake of
breath from the blonde.

�Really
Malfoy, stop worrying. S�not like we�ll hurt you or anything�� George told him,
then proceeded to lick the back of the Slytherin�s neck, tracing a pattern just
below his hairline. �We�re just going to�� he paused, blowing on the wet spot
he�d made. ��have a little fun, that�s all.� Not protesting when Fred pulled
down his boxers, Draco even widened his stance just a little to give the
Gryffindor Beater a better access. He however closed his eyes, realising what
he was about to do, and worse, with whom!

His
worries were forgotten soon enough, as Fred took his hardened member in hand,
making an appreciative sound, before swallowing it whole. Gratefull that George
supported him, Draco leaned back, his knees shaking. It had never been like
this, not with Pansy� He couldn�t help moaning when George started whispering
in his ear, while running a hand across his chest.

�Like
that, Malfoy? It could be better� It could be a lot better� You up for it?�
George asked, opening his trousers and pulling then down a bit as he spoke.

Draco
was so distracted by Fred�s ministrations, he hardly registering what was being
said, but he nodded his consent. He had an idea what George was planning, but
it didn�t really matter, as long as that nice, warm, wet mouth on his cock
didn�t go away�

Flashing
a grin at his twin, who winked back, George pulled his wand from his backpocket,
and quickly cast a lubricating spell on Draco, who squeaked in surprise. Quite
a usefull little spell it was, and such a timesaver, too! As George checked to
see if the spell had done it�s job, Draco nervously leaned forward a bit. Fred
took that as a sign and doubled his efforts and soon the Slytherin forgot his
nerves.

�This
may be a little uncomfortable at first, *Draco*.� George announced, as he
slowly slid a finger into Draco�s well lubricated hole. Malfoy gasped and rose
on his toes to escape the weird sensation. It didn�t do him any good� George�s
hand just followed his movement, staying inside of his body. He moved it
gently, before pulling out and adding a second finger.

�-Ah-really-I��
Draco panted, squirming a bit, not too sure about the new development. But a
twist of George�s hand made him gasp in surprised shock. �Dothatagain!� he
gasped. Again, George ghosted his fingers across *that spot*, making Draco see
stars. Fred couldn�t help pulling away from Malfoy�s member and grin up at his
brother. After a few scissoring moves from George�s fingers, a third finger was
added, making Malfoy squirm like a worm on a hook.

�Now
Malfoy, tell us what you want�� Fred spoke, a devious grin plastered on his
face, seeing the look in the Slytherin�s eyes as his twin added the third
finger. A gasp was all that came out of Draco, but then, George stopped moving.
Again, Fred asked him what he wanted, seeing the want and arrogance battling it
out on Malfoy�s face.

�Damnit,
you Weasels! Come on!� Draco bristled, but Fred just waved his finger in the
air, mocking the Slytherin Seeker.

�Say
it.�

�YOU!�
Draco screeched in frustration, and was rewarded by the hot mouth returning to
his organ, as George quickly replaced his fingers with his cock. A little hiss
escaped Draco.

�That-hurts-you-son-of-aaaAH!�
Hissed insult merged into a moan as George started moving, ever so gently
sliding in and out of the well stretched passage. It took the two brothers and
their double assault just a few moments before Draco came, crying out his
pleasure, shooting his load into Fred�s mouth, who discreetly swallowed it.

Draco
sagged against George, who couldn�t help but following Draco�s lead, with one
last shove, he came deep into Draco�s body, before he let himself slip out.
Fred gently licked the last traces of semen from Draco�s cock, before George
lifted the exhausted Slytherin Seeker gently and placed him on the bed. He
smiled at his twin.

�Looks
like you got a little problem there�� he spoke, pointing at the obvious bulge
in Fred�s trousers. �Shall I fix that for you?� Fred wasted no time and jumped
his brother, both of them landing on the bed, next to the sleepy Slytherin.

Something
poked him in the ribs. Snarling, Draco turned around sleepily. Again, he was
poked, and he sat up with a start. This wasn�t his room� and realisation dawned
on him�

�Hey
Malfoy, shouldn�t you be playing Quidditch?�

He
whipped around and saw the two Weasleytwins, smiling at him. They were both
wearing their immaculate Quidditch-robes, brooms in hand. He looked down at
himself as saw his rumpled shirt, opened trousers and bare feet. Seeing as he
had no time to argue, he just jumped from the bed, fastened his trousers and
raced out of the room like the Devil himself was chasing him.

Running
down the hallways, he made his way to the Slytherin changing rooms as fast as
he could. The rest of his team stared at him, but nobody dared to ask why he
was so late. Mentally cursing himself, Draco pulled on his boots as fast as he
could and grabbed his broom, just in time to follow his team out onto the
Quidditch pitch.

The
Gryffindors were entering the pitch on the other side of the field, and both
teams approached Madam Hooch. She told them to play fair, and released the
balls. The snitch zoomed out of their sight as breakneck speed, and the teams
kicked off from the ground.

But
as soon as Draco mounted his broom, he jumped off again. �Merlin! That�s interesting!� Up in the air, the
Weasley-twins leered at him. Grinding his teeth, he mounted his broom again and
flew off, shifting uncomfortably.

The
entire game was Hell for the Slytherin Seeker. He had a hard time staying on
his broom and the Weasleys didn�t stop leering at him, making comments the
entire game. It distracted him so much that he reacted just a fraction too late
when he saw Harry arch upwards sharply all of a sudden. Something golden
glinted just a few meters above Harry. Giving it all he had, Draco followed his
rival, shooting upwards as fast as he could, but he was too late� The
Gryffindor�s hand closed around the tiny winged ball, and he gave a triumphant
shout of victory. The game was over�

Draco
figured he�s spent about half an hour in the shower, crying. His fingers were
all wrinkly and his eyes were all red. Their captain had chewed him out, and
even Professor Snape had given him a reprimand. It was all his fault, and he
knew it� �He slowly pulled his clothes
on, stalling as much as he could. He dreaded going into the Slytherin Common
Room, where he knew people were waiting for him. Tying his shoelaces, he sighed
and figured he�d better go face the inevitable.

He
left the changing room and made his way back to the castle. But when he walked
past the stands, two sets of hands grabbed him and pulled him into the gloomy
area underneath the stands. Two familiar red heads appeared in his sight,
grinning.

�Aw,
what�s the matter, Malfoy?�

�Been
crying?�

�We�ll
make it all better��

Draco
couldn�t help smiling... Maybe something good came from losing, this time.

The
End.

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