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The Deal

Purple, she thought.

Time passed.

It's nice. Purple is my favourite color.

Gradually, her mind started to form more coherent thoughts.

Oh yeah, Harry's birthday party was last night, yeah. Whoa, and I thought last year was a blowout!

It was soft and warm around her. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized that her purple-infused reality was due to the sunlight streaming through the window and illuminating her eyelids. Do Not Open Your Eyes, she told her body. That way lays agony. Vague whispers of memory were starting to form: whiskey, laughter, whiskey, dancing, whiskey, groping, whisk… Oh, holy fuck.

A weight lay on her chest. Oh, SHIT… Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck … She chanced a crack with one eye, just a glimpse. The blinding, agonizing second of vision told her the blurred image she had of the previous evening was accurate. A large male arm covered in fine, soft red hair was draped around her, one strong hand cupping her right breast. A thinner, finer set of fingers lay against the man's wrist, and Parvati had recognized Padma's bracelets instantly. Oh, holy fuck!

***

"Harry," Parvati called, "Happy birthday!" She stood just inside the door of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, Padma at her back.

"Master Harry is in the garden with Master Longbottom," Kreacher told her. "Allow me to take your travel cloaks, Mistresses Patil, and I will escort you to them."

The doffing of their cloaks revealed the twins in dramatically different attire. Parvati's dress appeared to be nothing more than a collection of multicoloured veils; the arrangement, however, was anything but random. It was cut and charmed to reveal a large expanse of skin but never display anything untoward. The men would spend the rest of the evening trying to decide if they were seeing what they thought they were seeing or if they were simply letting their imaginations fill in the blanks. In contrast, Padma wore a simple black leather dress that appeared to be painted on. A plunging neckline accentuated her ample breasts. The dress ended mid-thigh, displaying her perfectly proportioned legs and spike-heeled black leather boots. A few light scars from the final battle were visible on both girls, but others attending the party had far worse scars than Parvati and Padma did. One of them rounded the corner and threw herself into Parvati's arms.

Lavender was glowing. A month earlier she had accompanied Seamus Finnigan to Ireland for a party. In the garden at his home in Limerick they had fallen in love, and Parvati could not have been happier. While the boisterous Irishman was not her type, he fit Lavender perfectly. "So, is Seamus here?" Parvati asked.

"Yeah, he is," Lavender said dreamily. "Come on, everyone's out in the garden admiring Neville's work."

Lavender led the twins to the kitchen and through to the back door of the house. Every other house along the row boasted a small courtyard to the rear. Unbeknownst to the Muggle residents, the space behind Number Twelve had been magically enlarged centuries earlier. A full acre of proper British garden greeted them as they descended the back stairs. Harry stood next to Neville, literally gawking at his work.

"I can see why you wouldn't let me out here the last two weeks," Harry told his friend. "How did you manage it? Last time I was out here the trees tried to eat me, the herb garden was impenetrable and the magical garden was lethal."

Neville, no longer the shy, self-deprecating little boy, smiled with pride. "I tamed the trees with a little aggressive pruning, shipped off most of the more deadly plants to Pomona, the herb garden was just in need of thinning, and the rose walk needed pruning and a replanting here and there. The rest was just cleaning and architecture. Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry patted his friend on the back. "And the little house for Kreacher?"

"Hermione's idea, of course. Ernie helped build it."

"I still can't get over how well you did." Harry's expression was all the thanks Neville needed.

The back door opened again. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny greeted Lavender and the twins then they all joined Neville and Harry.

Neville smiled at them."Hey, girls."

"What about me?" Ron asked.

Neville brightened. "Oh yeah," he said, and looked at them all once again. "Hello, ladies."

Everybody laughed except Ron.

"Good afternoon, Commander Longbottom," Padma said snidely. Neville reacted as she knew he would.

"Yeah, yeah," he said as his face coloured. "I've one last order for you then, don't ever call me that again."

Cho Chang appeared at the opposite side of the rose garden, leading Dudley Dursley by the hand from the shade of the trees. "Still can't get over how different he is," Ron said, indicating Harry's cousin.

"I was a bit worried actually," Harry told the group. "The change was so dramatic I wanted to have him looked at by a healer, but my aunt and uncle wouldn't hear of it, so I sort of snuck him off to Hogwarts and asked Poppy to have a look."

"You didn't tell us about that," Hermione said in a slightly offended tone.

Harry looked at her sideways and smiled. "Well, since Ron proposed you two have been… preoccupied."

Hermione turned a shade of red to rival some of the roses nearby. "That's as may be, Harry, but we will always have time for you." She cleared her throat and composed herself. "What did Madam Pomfrey have to say?"

"Yeah, Harry. I read the book," Lavender said. "Skeeter," –she fumed for a moment- "that fucking whore, said that he was an abusive jerk to you. When I met him an hour ago, he was nothing like what I had expected."

Harry nodded and struggled to put into words what he knew. "Dudley's… he's not the boy I grew up with. Poppy says the Dementors… well, when they attack they make you see things, feel things, the most awful things. She thinks they made Dudley relive all the times he, and my aunt and uncle, and his friends… well, it changed him, and I like the new Dudley a lot."

"You're not alone, Cho seems to like him also," Lavender said with a snigger.

The group watched the raven-haired witch and the blond young man. The attraction was obvious; Cho had her hands on Dudley's arm and was looking at him with a dazzling smile. For his part, Dudley was standing tall and puffing his chest like a peacock. They couldn't hear the conversation, but they could hear the laughter.

Harry shook his head. "Yeah, it was the strangest thing. They both happened to be here a couple of weeks ago, and I introduced them. Two minutes later it was like I was invisible. Never seen two people just click like that."

"What happened to the rest of him?" Ron asked. "He was a great lump when I saw him last."

"That was what, three years ago? Four?" Harry smiled at his best friend. "After the Dementor attack he changed. Started eating right, working out, studying, he's a good bloke now. Have to watch and see how this turns out." He unexpectedly burst into laughter and turned to his fiancé. "Oh, Gin! Could you imagine if they get married? Uncle Vernon'd have a coronary!" He laughed again. "And Aunt Petunia? She'd have a stroke." He rubbed his chin. "Hmmm… maybe I should encourage this."

Ginny suddenly became her mother. "Harry Potter! You will do no such thing," she scolded. "If they come together of their own accord then fine, we'll enjoy your aunt's and uncle's agony together, but you let them be." Her finger hovered an inch from his nose. "No meddling."

"Yes, Mistress Weasley," Harry said with bouncing eyebrows.

Ginny blushed. "Oh shut it, you." She made sure with a kiss.

Luna emerged from the grove of trees at the back of the garden. Her dress was white as new fallen snow, calf length, and real flowers decorated the hem and waist. The scent of the flowers preceded her joining of the group overlooking the garden. "Hello, my sisters," Luna said. "Goodness, almost everyone's here. It's so nice for all of us to be together again."

Ginny looked at her friend and smiled. Since the battle, actually since her sixth year, Luna had come into her own. After everything that he'd been through his seventh year, Neville had finally gathered the courage to start dating her, and they were very good together. Her honesty and plainspoken ways were the perfect complement to his gentle and kind demeanour. They linked hands and he kissed her tenderly when she reached him. "The fairy habitat is perfect, love. You are so talented with plants."

Parvati smiled as she watched the two most unlikely heroes from the war gaze at each other. She knew Luna well by the end the year they had spent dodging Umbridge and her squad of toadies, and just as everyone in the DA had done she had grown to like Luna quite a lot. She was very happy for her, but she was even more pleased for Neville. The plain, clumsy, timid boy she had met her first day in Gryffindor House had become a handsome, confident man. A man with great leadership ability, as much as he would deny it, and his courage would never be in doubt. After he had stood up to the Dark Lord, wandless, with just his bravery for a weapon, no one was left unsure as to which house he belonged in.

"Oh." Luna's voice was filled with concern. They all followed her gaze. George Weasley emerged from the grove and sat heavily on a bench. "Is he still grieving, Ron?"

"Yeah. I mean it's not constant like it was, but still, yeah." He took a deep breath, and it was clear that he was struggling to speak. "Fred was my brother too, and Ginny's." He looked at his sister. "But as bad as it's been for us, it's been… I just can't say how much harder for him. He lost half of himself."

Luna nodded. "I understand quite well. We've all gotten to know each other very intimately, and I've learned much from Padma and Parvati. I can readily understand the twin bond." The other women were nodding as she talked. Luna looked at Hermione and Ginny. After they had finished school, the three of them had formed the core of a very powerful group of witches. Luna, it turned out, was a natural at Legilimency, and in their minds her voice spoke. My fellow priestesses, I believe we should assign the twins a task. I suggest that we instruct them to aid George in his recovery. It's obvious he needs help, and who better to help a twin than twins? It will build their character in ways we can't predict, and I am sure the experience will be instructive and fulfilling.

Hermione smiled and nodded, and Ginny hugged her best friend. "One of your greatest ideas ever," she whispered in Luna's ear.

Luna nodded, and was suddenly sharply focused. The airy, dreamy quality she normally exhibited completely fell away, and her presence was commanding and regal. "Padma, Parvati, your high priestesses desire to set a task for you. We wish you to engage George Weasley, help him, heal him, do what you can to lift the load of grief he carries. Will you do this, my sisters?"

"Oh, I like it," Lavender whispered.

Parvati looked at her twin, and they nodded at the same time. "Yes," she said. "Yes, we'll start right now."

Luna smiled with pride at her covenmates. "Excellent, I am sure you will be successful." She turned to Neville. "Shall we get something to drink, my love?"

Neville took her arm and led her back to the house.

"That's just so… scary," Ron said as he watched go through the door to the kitchen. "The way she is suddenly just… all there. Sort of gives me the chills."

Hermione laughed. "Oh, she's always 'all there' Ronald. Trust me."

Everyone was laughing when Seamus joined them, wrapping his arms around Lavender's waist. "What's all this about? Did I miss me some good craic?"

*

George stared at the paving stones that made up the garden path. His thought of nothing and everything, but mostly he just hurt. He was a bit surprised when two shadows fell on the path and he looked up into Padma's face. There was many a time when he and Fred had engaged in mutual fantasies about the Patil girls. They had talked long into the night about trading back and forth to see if there was a difference; about watching the two of them trade off sucking one cock and then the other, about one big twin "sand-witch" with witches as the filling. He felt himself stiffen as he looked up into Padma's face and remembered. The smile that came was only a little sad.

He greeted them with a light voice he had practised for years in the shop. "Hello, ladies." It didn't sound nearly as forced as he thought it would. Then he noticed their attire, and he smiled wide in appreciation. "Who are the lucky wizards that get to have you hanging on their arms tonight?"

Parvati sat on his right while Padma sat on his left. "Just one lucky wizard gets us tonight," Parvati told him in a low, alluring tone, then she broke into a broad grin and started chuckling. "Oh, I have never been able to do the ultra fem thing, sorry, George."

Padma gently cupped his face in one hand, and she looked in his eyes with a mixture of sympathy and affection. "You, George. You are our date for the night." She leaned back and absently ran her hand down the exposed length of her tea-and-cream coloured thigh. "If you'll have us, that is."

His cock gave a resounding yes. "Um… uh, sure, yeah," he spluttered, stunned, "But don't you have… I mean, you two? Dressed like this? There should be a queue."

The girls laughed and he couldn't help but join them. He hadn't laughed much since…well, for a long time, and it felt good. Maybe he should take the girls up on their offer, he thought. After all, he could practically hear Fred yelling at him from the great beyond to go for it. He rose from the bench and pulled them up. "I'm thirsty, how about you two?

***

More memories intruded into Parvati's thoughts as the fog left her brain. They had gathered the wounded Weasley from the garden and wandered back into the old house. Kreacher had made a wonderful fruit punch that had quenched their thirst, and the long table in the kitchen had been laden with meats, cheeses, breads, fruits, pies, and all manner of hors d'oeuvres . She, Padma and George filled a few plates, found a secluded corner in the tapestry room, and as they nibbled Parvati and Padma pried open the door to the guarded place in his heart. How did you know, Luna? she thought.

The hand on her breast squeezed, and she opened her eyes again. She looked to her left into George's bright blue ones.

"Morning," he said.

***

"How are you doing, George?" Parvati asked.

"Oh, I'm fine. Shop's doing well, I'll be getting rid of Ron this year. I'm doing well." He gazed up at the long history of the Black family, sewn in golden thread on a verdant background.

She smiled and nodded. "I'm not buying that bullshit, you know?"

He looked genuinely stunned for a moment, and then a look of understanding came over his face. "That's what this is about, eh, pity for the one-eared wonder Weasley." He stood. "I'm not a charity case, ladies." As he turned to go Padma grabbed his arm.

"Sit. Down. George," she commanded. It was delivered with such authority that he sat back in the chair before he knew what he was doing. "We are here to help you, that much is true, but it's not out of pity, it's out of friendship for you and duty to Fred." She smirked. "And I must say you are a very handsome man whom I wouldn't mind spending the evening with anyway. So, my sister asked you a question, let me take a stab at the answer." Her professorial demeanour dropped away and suddenly he was looking into an angelic face filled with caring and compassion. "You've spent the last year and a half trying to make up for the hole in your life left by his death. You put on your brave and cheerful face for us, your friends, and especially your family, but inside you're cold and lonely and half dead because he's gone. The person who shared your thoughts, your life, your future… he's gone." She cupped his face and wiped a tear away with her thumb. "More than anyone you know, we can understand that."

Parvati put her arm around him and hugged him. "You know what Fred would say if he was here."

Fred's voice shouted in his skull. Take these two home and fuck 'em silly! He smirked in spite of himself "Yeah, I've a pretty good idea."

"So do we," Parvati told him. "Paddy and I talked a lot after… after everything, and… George, listen, you two were a fair bit alike, you and Fred, but in the end you were two different people. I could always tell you apart." She ran her hand gently over his missing ear. "Even before this, and so could Paddy. Fred was the one who usually talked first, you got most of the punch lines, we liked you both, and we liked you a lot. Now that it's you alone we still like you, and we want you to know what our deal is."

"Your deal?"

"Yeah, our deal," Padma said as she ran her fingers through his hair. "This is it," she said, then fisted his hair hard and forced him to look in her eyes. Her voice dropped back in to her disciplinarian tone. "No moping. When one of us is gone, and we know it will happen someday, the other is to celebrate the time we had, the life we led, and the things we did that Mum and Dad will never know about." She gave his head an extra shake and let go.

"We never made that deal," he said dejectedly.

Padma grabbed him by the collar and planted a surprisingly passionate kiss on his lips. "We're making it for you." She pulled him to his feet and Parvati stood with him. "Tonight we celebrate Harry's birthday, but the three of us are also going to celebrate Fred, so let's get to it." She walked to the drinks table and snatched an unopened bottle of Olde Ogden's Finest Firewhisky from it. "Come on, we're going up to Ginny's room. She won't be using it tonight anyway."

His eyebrows shot up. "Is that so, and what makes you say that?"

Padma's smile was sultry and carnal. "She and Hermione raided our lingerie collection day before yesterday. I believe Harry and your brother are in for quite the night."

"So, it's finally going to happen, eh?" He laughed. "I really shouldn't be hearing that. It makes me want to prank them really badly, and then take the girls home and lock them in their rooms until they're…"

Parvati sniggered. "Seventy?"

He chuckled. "For Gin, yeah, and as we all look on Hermione as one of us, I should lock her up as well."

"We're all of age here, George," Padma said, looking through her eyelashes. "All of us." The sultry tone was back and George's budding resolve crumbled.

He smiled and shook his head in defeat. "Let's go then. I need some of that whiskey to wash those pictures out of my brain. Lead on, girls."

***

"You OK?" George asked, genuine concern showing in his voice.

Parvati nodded slowly and smiled, her initial panic fading. "Yeah, yeah I am,"- she kissed him - "I'm really OK. Thanks, George."

He drew her closer and kissed her again. "You are so welcome, so very welcome."

A soft sigh sounded from his other side. The sound of fumbling on the nightstand preceded a crash as something hit the floor. A hand appeared with a wand in it, and a voice said, "Obscura." The curtains flew off the window. "Obscura!" A picture frame on the wall shattered. "Fuuuuck, OBSCURA!" The room darkened significantly, and then Padma's bleary face appeared. She rested her chin on Georges left side. "Morning, George, sis."

***

"…so then I swing down out of the tree on the end of the rope and into the tent, and there's Charlie and Tonks fucking away." He laughed so hard tears flowed from his eyes. "I landed right on his back." He laughed again. "For a moment there was a pile of the three of us." He looked at the girls with a wide-eyed expression. "She has… had… purple pussy hair." He shook his head, clearing the image. "Anyway, Charlie was so distracted that he missed when he tried to curse me as I ran off. I got back to the pond and Fred was a helpless pile, he was laughing so hard."

Parvati struggled for breath. "God, George, how did you two not get killed by your own brothers?"

"Oh, fuck them, they're no problem. It's the girl you have to look out for," he said, with even wider eyes. "She's got a vengeance streak a mile wide."

"Yeah," Padma nodded. "I had the opportunity to witness that one first hand. Millie Vane still cringes whenever they're in the same room."

George smiled with pride. "As well she should. We all wanted a piece of that action, Ginny just got there first."

The Firewhisky bottle was half empty, and George had a genuine smile. He had talked more and with greater happiness about Fred in the last hour than he had in the last year. The girls had been right, and he felt better, really better for the first time since the battle. Talking with Parvati and Padma, he had been able to express things that no one else understood, not his friends, and especially not his family, and it had freed him. He would carry Fred with him in his heart, not as a burden weighing it down, but a light telling him when to laugh, and when to make a joke, and when take advantage of a situation, a situation like the one he found himself in.

"We should probably go down and see what's happening, party-wise," Padma said.

Parvati grinned. "I'd like to dance with the charming Mr. Weasley here if they've got the music going."

*

Downstairs in the ballroom Dudley had set up his Muggle music system. Harry performed the Protection Charm on it so that an errant spell wouldn't fry the electronics, and Dudley started playing D.J. The portraits in the stairwell were hanging onto their frames and struggling for balance against the heavy bass beat that was shaking them from the wall. Padma, Parvati and George were chuckling about that when they opened the big double doors and entered the packed ballroom. The party was in full swing. Bodies were bouncing rhythmically to a Techno beat, and here and there a couple was melded in a stationary mass of groping arms and intertwined legs.

A sweaty Lavender Brown appeared next to Parvati. "I was wondering where you got off to," she shouted over the music. "Have you seen Seamus?"

Parvati opted for a head shake instead of trying to shout over the music.

"He went for drinks. I'll just go and find him," Lavender yelled.

While they were trying to talk, George admired what the atmosphere was doing to Lavender's outfit. Since the battle, she had taken to wearing longer, looser, less revealing clothing than the short, clingy dresses she had been known for among the young men of Hogwarts. The hot and humid crowd had dampened her dress and it was glued to her, dramatically outlining her shapely arse and full breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples appeared hard and perfect crowning some firm, melon-sized tits. A scar was just visible where her top had slipped down and another showed bright pink on her left thigh, but she was too caught up in the party to care. Damn, that's hot! Seamus, you lucky arsehole, he thought, although the humidity was starting to have a similar affect on Parvati's outfit, and George decided that he might just try to follow through with the old fantasy. Luckily for him, the twins were caught up in their own conversation and didn't see him ogling Lavender's arse as she walked away.

Padma dragged him into the middle of the dance floor, and his jaw dropped open when she started rubbing her body all over him. George was not unfamiliar with dancing, but this was a kind he had never known existed, and he was an ardent fan after a few moments. Padma took his hands in hers and placed them on her sides then she ran them up and down her torso and gave him a wicked wink. He noticed Parvati was there behind him, her hands sliding over his chest and stomach. Padma turned her back to him and ground her arse into his growing erection, and within few moments he was the filling in the witch sandwich.

Twenty minutes later the three were sweating and out of breath. The atmosphere in the ballroom did indeed have the same effect on Parvati's outfit as it had on Lavender's. George led them out of the ballroom into the hall. "Need a drink," he shouted, and then realized he didn't need to. "Oh, sorry. Good god, it's loud in there."

In the tapestry room they enjoyed more of Kreacher's fine punch, and giggled at the odd couple of Eloise Midgen and Dennis Creevey in a tangle of arms, legs, and rapidly vanishing clothes as they wrestled on the couch. Had he not been hard as a stone already, Dennis succeeding in divesting Eloise of her top would have done it.

"Best give these two some privacy," Padma said, and led George and Parvati out through the hall and kitchen to the garden.

Torches lit the path down the steps and around the rose garden. People were scattered all over the garden, on the grass, on benches and by the fountain. Some of their friends had apparently gotten there ahead of them. On a bench nearby Luna and Neville were talking quietly between snogs. A little further down one of the paths to the grove of trees, Parvati could just make out the outline of another couple. From the woman's hair she surmised it was Katie Bell, which meant the other shape had to be Oliver Wood. While she watched, Katie dropped to her knees in front of him, and he drew his robes around her. I'll just bet he's got some "wood" for you, Katie, she thought and laughed.

George's arm slid around her and she leaned into him. She looked at him and saw her sister on his other side. Padma looked in her eyes and raised an eyebrow in question, and then looked up at George. Parvati thought for a moment. Tonight? With George? She pondered for a long moment. Yeah, possibly. I'm not that drunk, just relaxed. She reached across George's stomach to hold her sister's hand and gave her the maybe look.

Padma looked up at the house and laughed. The other two followed her gaze to the top floor window on the right. A large mass of curly hair was silhouetted on the window shade. The woman turned to her side and the silhouette showed her to be naked from the waist up. Then a much taller male form embraced her and they moved out of sight. "Thought they'd wait until the party wound down a bit," she said and laughed again.

"Go little brother, go." George was smiling broadly, and turned to the girls. "Are you kidding, he's been waiting for this for eight years. I'm surprised we saw them at all tonight." He shook his head. "Let me tell you a two little story. The summer after his first year, my little brother comes home from Hogwarts, best friends with HARRY FUCKING POTTER! And do you know what he did all summer?"

The girls looked at him expectantly.

George smirked. "He spends the whole summer writing letters. Letters! To this buck-toothed, curly-headed, twelve year old girl. Fred and I took the mickey a good bit for that. The next summer he comes home and does the same thing, but by that time we knew Hermione well and gave him a break, that and she came to stay with us for a few weeks before school started up again. After third year, Fred, Percy, and I had a bet on when this would happen." He sniggered. "I owe Percy two Galleons; one from me, and one from Fred."

Padma stroked her hand down his cheek. "Well, Harry and Gin are still in the sitting room, but you know, I think Herms and your brother had the right idea. We need the Floo."

"You need the loo?" George looked puzzled.

Parvati burst into giggles. "Floo, George, Floo. What my sister is saying is that we should go back to our place for a little quiet and… privacy."

George showed that famous Weasley devilish smirk. "Lead on, ladies."

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