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Chapter 3

"Ron, where's Laura?"
At the sound of his voice, I launched myself down the stairs of the Burrow. It was the summer before our fourth year and I had missed him terribly.
"Harry! Harry!" I cried. He was standing in the kitchen with the twins and their parents.
"There she is. How are you, Laura?" He hugged me as tightly as I hugged him. After being separated so abruptly from my anchor, I had latched on to Harry for all I was worth. He was gentle and sweet, cared for me very well, even though I had to spend a portion of the summer alone with the Weasley Clan. They were a loud and loving bunch, and had welcomed me eagerly into their home. Molly's constant desire to "fatten me up some" was annoying at times but I knew she meant well. They were wonderful to me, truly, but it was Harry whom I adored above all others.
"I'm fine. Oh, Harry, we're going to the World Cup! We'll have so much fun! Do you suppose anyone we know will be there?" I asked excitedly. He smiled, stroked my hair, and simply changed the subject.
"What've you done here, Laura? You seem to be missing three and a half feet or so."
"I got it cut." Self-conscious, I touched my shorn locks. "The woman said short hair suited my sprit more. She's a psychic." I explained. "And Hermione said that the highlights were more adventurous." My hair was cut boy short and curled/spiked outward, blood red and blue dye tipping the ends all across the back. "Are you angry with me for cutting it?"
"No. You're beautiful." He kissed my nose and joy blossomed in me. "I missed you."
"What are we, chopped dragon liver?" Fred said.
"Hey!" Charlie protested. The twins snickered. "Hi, Harry. I'm Charlie."
"Hello, Charlie. Then you must be Bill."
"Yeah." Bill Weasley was an interesting man. He reminded me of the fascinating men I had seen in rock bands. He was also very friendly. "Nice to meet you."
"You as well."
"The introductions are all very nice, but Fred, George, you're still in trouble!" Molly said.
"Er... We'll take Harry's trunk upstairs, now." Hermione said hastily. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I headed up to Ron's room to avoid the coming storm. Surprise crossed Harry's face as Hermione and Ron snuggled together on his bed. I smiled. At the end of 3rd year, Harry, Hermione and I had had a lot of secrets. I'd have bet my wand that Hermione and Ron had some secrets of their own. I stretched out across Harry's bed, my head in his lap. He ran his fingers absently through my short hair.
"How's Sirius?" Hermione queried eventually. "And did you get our packages?"
"He's fine. And thanks for those. That food saved my life, it did."
We had a mundane, polite conversation for a while before Hermione and Ron broke off talking to neck, leaving Harry and I to entertain ourselves.
"Laura?" He said finally, after a long companionable silence. I craned my neck to look up at him. "Sirius is free now. Pettigrew was convicted of my parents' murder, so soon, I'll be living with him. Would you like to come home with me after this year, or do you want to stay with the Weasleys?"
"I want to stay with you." I replied, relaxing back as I was before he'd spoken.
"What? Are you leaving us?" Ron finally heard something to interest him more than Hermione's lips and he looked up, alarmed. "Why're you going away?"
"I'm moving in with Sirius. It's time Laura came to stay with me." Harry said firmly.
"B-but she puts this stuff in our laundry that makes it soft and smell really good. And she makes my bed every morning, has it waiting with the covers turned down and-"
"She babys you. What else is new?" Hermione snorted.
"Well, also, I like her. As a friend." He added hastily, when Hermione glowered. "Fred and George, though... they'll have something to say. I think they're in love with her."
I sat up. "What?"
"Laura, all you have to do is look at how they are around you. They tease and behave like idiots around other girls. They listen to you and actually like your company. Watch, give them five minutes and they'll be calling for you-"
"Laura!" Bill, Fred and George's voices rang up the stairs as one call.
They all laughed. It was true, the twins did call on me regularly and I didn't mind most of the time. But now, Harry was here and I didn't want to leave him. He smiled at me.
"Go on. I'll still be here when you come back."
"I went to the kitchen where Bill and the twins were snickering together. Mrs. Weasley went storming past me up the stairs, Mr. Weasley, pleading quietly behind her.
"Did you need me?" I said.
"Yes. They missed you. Laura, do you find Fred and George attractive?" Bill asked. I started at him, unsure what to say. "I mean, if you were asked, would you date one, or maybe both, of them?"
"Both?" Fred and George said in unison. "What do you mean both?"
"Would you, Laura?"
"I don't know... Ask Harry."
"Why would we want to date Harry?" Fred demanded, looking annoyed.
"That's not what she meant, you dummy... You wont' say yes or no until Harry says you can, huh, Laura?" Bill said kindly. I nodded. "But just out of curiosity, do you think they're cute? Even a little bit?" I looked at them then, really looked at them. Long red hair, pretty eyes, well arranged features. I blushed and wide grins split their identical faces.
"I suppose they're nice enough looking." I grinned, and their smiles grew. "All that red hair, those freckles, strangely sweet blank looks..." Bill and I laughed. After a moment, it dawned on Fred and George where those words were familiar from.
"Hey!" They were toting some seriously offended male pride when they charged me a moment later. I laughed even harder as I evaded them, dashing up the stairs. "That was uncalled for!"
"I meant in the best way possible." I promised as I threw open Ron's bedroom door and threw myself in. Scrambling to get my legs under me, I didn't quite manage it before they tackled me. I shrieked, kicking out when Fred caught my hands and pressed them to the ground. "What're you doing?" I demanded as George sat on my legs to still them.
"Nobody calls us stupid and gets away with it. We're the Magnificent Gred and Feorge." Fred informed me.
"I didn't! I was joking!" I protested.
"Well then, we won't have to kill you after all." George smiled at me. He and Fred shared a devilish glance, then began to tickle me mercilessly. I screamed and twisted, trying to escape, but to no avail. They were stronger than me. They tickled me until I was sobbing with laughter.
"Help! Help me please!" I finally beseeched the others. Laughing, Ron and Hermione waded into the fray. Harry stayed on his bed, frowning. When I was loose, I sat up and smiled at him.
"Come and play, Harry." I said. "Please?"
He sighed. "No, Laura... Actually, I think I'm going to get some sleep. If you lot don't mind..." He looked pointedly at the door. Ron and Hermione left quickly, casting Harry a bewildered glance; the twins remained in the door like two silent pillars stating 'No funny stuff.'
"Do you want me to stay with you?" I asked, standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes flickered back to the remaining Weasleys. "I could massage your shoulders or-"
"That's okay, Laura. I'm sure Fred and George would be upset if you stayed. I'll see you later tonight, all right?" sarcasm dripped from his words like honey.
"But I-"
"Come on, Laura, we'll show you the stuff we've been developing over the summer." George offered. I went with the twins reluctantly. Harry looked very angry, but he had told me to go. I could do no other than obey. We went to their room, which was decorated in the way that boys are wont to do; with no color and lots of posters. There was no real question because I cleaned it once a week. The only thing I never touched was their work room. Fred opened the door to that area, ushering me inside.
"We've got a whole package deal of joke stuff that actually works that we developed ourselves. You can have one. We'll show you what's what first, so that you don't hurt yourself or somebody else accidentally." He said as George lifted a tasteful black wooden case to the only bare table and opened it. The parcel was really quite nice. Everything inside it had its own little space, and it was full of some or another.
"What are these?" I asked, picking up a package of brightly colored candies. "Are they good?"
"For a laugh, yeah. You don't' want to east one, trust me. They're called Ton Tongue Toffees. We tested them on Harry's evil git cousin. His tongue was four feet long before Dad shrunk it."
"I wish he hadn't." I snapped.
"Hadn't what?"
"Shrunk his tongue, the horrible fat lump. I wish he had choked on it."
"Vicious. I like that in a girl." Fred was standing far too close to me and his voice had gone husky. I smoothed my hair, a nervous gesture I hadn't managed to break despite my new hair cut. He laughed as he caught my hands in his. "George, is the door locked?" He asked, hugging me. George nodded, smiling as well.
"What? Why does the door need to be locked?" I protested.
"Because I want to kiss you. I don't want you to be scared or run away from me." He explained. "May I kiss you, Laura?"
"Fred... I-I don't know if-"
"I think that's a yes, Fred. By default. She didn't say no-"
"I said, I don't-Mmmm." His lips closed over mine gently. I started into his eyes for a moment before he deepened the kiss and my eyes sank closed. It was a beautiful kiss, truly. No boy had ever kissed me in a passionate manner. His tongue stroked mine gently before he drew back a little, his lazy smile pressed against my own.
"You always were bad a sharing." George muttered.
"I never even pretended to share with anyone but you, and you know it. So? Are you expecting me to share now?"
"Be nice. I'm feeling a little bit left out."
"So get your arse over here, brother mine."
"Wait, what're you two-Mmph!" I'd listened dazedly to the conversation, but near the end, my wits began returning. By the time I realized just what they were discussing, it was too late. Fred put his hands to my cheeks, tipped my head up, and kissed me again. My hands found his shoulders on their own steam. I was enjoying this new, more carnal kiss when I became aware of more. George was placing tiny open mouth kisses along my nape and shoulders, pressing against me. Cuddled between them, there was incredible warmth. That could have been attributed to the friction of them both rubbing hard, hot and alarmingly large portions of their anatomy against me on both sides. A moan escaped one of us, I'm not sure who.
"Laura, sweetheart, don't be scared of this. George and I... we've never tried sharing a girl before, but muggle movies make it look easy enough. We shared the same womb and even the same egg. If you'll let us, we're sure we can share you too. What do you say?" Fred coaxed. "Come to bed with us?"
"I want to wait until I'm married." I protested as George reached around me, began to unfasten the coarse blue muggle pants Hermione had said looked flattering on me. His fingers were on the zipper, far too close to a very personal area and I flinched. He stopped, caressed my hips and moved back, giving me room.
"That's very noble of you, but what if you die before you get married? You'd seriously regret passing up sex with two extremely hot, identical twin boys." He said.
"Fred, George, I think that maybe this is a bad idea." I said, trying to move away from them. They refused to release me, pressing close again in order to keep me trapped between their bodies.
"You know what, George?"
"What?"
"I think the best way to get this to go the way we want it to go is to just take the choice away from her. If we order her to, then she will. Won't you, Laura?" When I didn't respond to Fred's question, He forced my chin up so that I had to meet his eyes. "Answer me."
My voice, when it came, was a mere brush of sound. "Yes."
His grin was triumphant. "Good. Kiss me back, Laura. We'll see where that takes us." He kissed me again and I obeyed him, parting my lips and kissing back. George's hands moved up to caress my breasts. I jumped liked a scalded house elf and he murmured something soothing against the flesh at my nape. This was all new territory to me, uncharted and therefore frightening. What I knew of love making could fit in a gnome thimble, but that didn't deter the twin seducers. Fred's hands cupped my bottom, pulled me tight against him. Terror surged at the feel of that gigantic beast nudging me. He kissed my face tenderly when I whimpered.
"Shhhh. Don't be afraid. We won't hurt you. I promise. It's okay." He crooned as George crowded closer. They were both prodding me and I started to protest.
"Please, you can't. You'll kill me. I'll split right up the middle---"
"We're not putting them both in you at once, at least, not in the same place. One at a time isn't going to kill you, Laura."
"Fred, please!" I begged, frantic. He sighed.
"Here's what we'll do. George is going to go find somebody in the house who happens to have some extra condoms, and he's going to go as slowly as humanly possible about it. Meanwhile, I'm going to show you that putting out is relatively easy if you just relax. Okay?"
"I don't-"
"It wasn't a request." His voice brooked no opposition. "George, go." Flinging a mutinous glare over his shoulder at his twin, George left me alone with Fred.
No words passed his lips as he led me to his bed. He sat on the edge, pulled me to stand between his thighs, which he used to trap me. He peeled off my stretchy top and dropped it to the floor.
"Remind me to hug Hermione next time I see her." He ordered.
"Why?" I asked, startled.
"This." He traced my skin along the edge of my bra. "She took you shopping for lingerie. I love lingerie. Especially this black lace and silk deal you're wearing. In the muggle world, girls wear black scanties to show they want sex, even if they deny it to the world. Hermione knows that... Do your panties match this? No, wait, don't answer, and let me see for myself."
He pulled me down onto his lap and unbuttoned the pants, pulled the zipper down slowly. I stared at him, dazzled. His long red hair gleamed in the sunlight from the window behind him, lighting up around his face like a fiery halo. Those pants were shimmied down off my hips and whisked away. Fred smiled.
"What?" I asked breathlessly. There was animal hunger in his eyes.
"They do match. Little lace sex kitten shorts and a matching bra. I almost want to wait for George so he can see you too. Remind me to worship Hermione..."
"I chose them myself." I admitted sheepishly.
His green gaze was devilish as he stroked his hand up my thigh. "Well then. I suppose I'll just have to worship you instead."