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Chapter 4

"I don't think we have much time, So we'll just cover a few basics... what do you know about love making, Laura?" Fred asked gently, moving so we were lying down and I was cradled against him.
"Less than you, apparently." He laughed at my timid answer.
"So it would seem... come here, Laura. I want you to sit on top of me." I stared at him, bewildered.
"Why?"
"Just do it." We shuffled around so he could lie beneath me. I sat on his stomach and he laughed at me again. "Scooch back just a little. You're being shy, Laura, and you needn't be. You can do whatever you want, and I won't care at all. I promise you. Right now, I'm your body slave."
"I... I'm almost naked and you're still fully clothed. Take something off." I ordered tentatively. He obeyed, shifting around under me to get completely nude. The steel rod incased in his crotch was pressed to a part of me that had gone warm at his touch. My panties were truly the only thing saving me from being completely plundered.
"F-fred, we don't have any condoms--" He opened the bedside table drawer with one hand and popped the clasp of my bra with the other. My arm went up in an automatic, defensive reaction and he laughed once again.
"Laura." The reproach in his voice was clear. I dropped my arm and my bra fell away. I had all the insecurities of those awkward years of growth. I didn't want him to look at me and heat climbed my cheeks when he did. "You're beautiful." He said.
"I'm skinny and dark... and bald." I countered.
"You are not. There are differences between slim and skinny, dark and tan, short haired and bald. You're slim, tan and have short hair. You're gorgeous, and you know it. Come on, kiss me."
"I leaned down, placed my lips over his. The kiss started out gentle, as he gave me a chance to explore, but soon, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and sheer heat crawled over us both like an army of fire beetles.
Occupied as I was with kissing Fred, I didn't notice his busy hands coasting over me until his fingers found my nipples and circled gently. A whimper escaped me, the barest breath of sound, but he heard it anyway.
"Sensitive, huh?" he murmured, pulling me closer to press kisses to my throat. "Feels good?"
"Mmmm-hmm."
"Lean up a bit and I'll make it feel better." I complied immediately, and he pulled me down so his face was level with my torso. He laved my nipple with is tongue and I moaned aloud. But his wicked tongue wasn't done. In a moment, he was sucking and nipping at my breast. I didn't know what to do. I was beside myself.
"Fred, please!" I finally pleaded. He smiled at me.
"I know, sweetheart. Lie down for me." We reversed positions. "Now, I'm going treasure hunting. If I remember correctly, there've been stories of a rare pearl just south of my current location..." His wondrous mouth took a slow tour across my belly, his talented tongue dipping into my navel and trailing a wet path down to the top of my panties.
"Hm. A fence. Should I go under it to find what I want?" he slipped two fingers between my legs, under the panties and up inside me. He pumped them and I wreathed like mad, half drunk on the sensations. "Or should I go over it?" Through the underwear, he parted my labia and slid his tongue through my cleft in one silken moist glide. The combined rasps of his tongue and the cloth nearly sent me careening over a cliff into some wild unknown. I moaned again. Loudly. "Shhh! My mother'll come charging up here if you scream... so what'll it be, Laura? Over?" he licked again. "Or under?" he wiggled his fingers, which were still inside me.
"Please! I don't care. Something's happening to me, it gets worse every time you touch me. Make it stop!" I pleaded, confused and upset. He laughed, nuzzled my thigh.
"No, sweetheart, that's supposed to happen. My dad has this really clever muggle toy called a Jack-in-the-box and it-"
"Why are you bringing up your father when I'm suffering here?"
"It's important.. With the toy, you wind it and wind it until the spring inside it is wound to tight to move any father. Then It bursts out and eventually goes slack. I want you to do that for me, Laura. I want you to burst that ball of pleasure your feeling and then go nice and soft for me. How about it?" he said.
"Anything!" I swore rashly as his fingers moved again. "Anything you want!"
"Good. That's just want I wanted to hear." He went to work on me. His fingers were gentle as he stroked me, in, out, in , out, a hard steady rhythm, delicious. His tongue and lips did unspeakable things to me. The feel of that fabulous appendage stroking the sensitive flower bud hidden within my most secret depth finally made me explode like New Year's fireworks. My back arched and I mewled as the sweetest pleasure poured over me in molten waves, showered me like spring rain. He shifted so he was lying on top of me, kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips.
"See? Nothing to it. And I didn't hurt you at all. You're still tingling, aren't you? If I touch you, you'll do it all over again." He whispered in my ear.
"F-fred..." my throat was shaking, I realized. I was overwhelmed. "That was..."
"Astonishing?" he finished. I nodded. "And you want more. Right now." The second nod was tinier. His grin was triumphant. "Beg me."
"Fred!"
"Beg me, Laura. Or put your clothes on and go." For a moment, anger surged hot. I didn't' beg on command. Even submissive people have some pride. I had never considered that Fred had the sort of ego that had to be pumped by pleading from someone weaker than him, by someone that he could control. Denial was on my lips, but my body beat down my minds protest. After a moment, lust own out and I whispered it in his ear like a guilty secret.
"Please."
The smile he gave me was feral, promising dark delights. "Very pretty. And now you can have more." He put on one of his condoms. There had only been three in the drawer, and I wondered briefly why the twins had them at all, knowing that neither of them had a girl friend. Distraction from my thoughts came a moment later when he said "This may hurt just a little, sweetheart. You're very tiny and I'm not... But I'll try to make this easy on you." He promised.
"What do you mean-Oh!" My words were cut off when he reached down a gain, touching me, and forced me to come again as a soft cry of surprise fell from my lips. He slid inside me quickly, his hand muffling the shrill scream that tore free when the pain of my lost innocence blindsided me, pushing the pleasure out.
"Shhh, shhh. It's done now. I've got you. Everything is okay." He soothed. I cried as I struggled to escape him. I didn't know why he had hurt me so terribly and frankly, I didn't care. I wanted him off of me. "Laura, sweetheart, look at me. Why are you-ouch, damn it!-fighting me?"
"You hurt me!" I sobbed.
"It hurts every girl the first time, Laura. After this, it'll never hurt again. I promise. Lie still."
"I don't want this any more, Fred. Please, let me go."
"Just give me a minute. Stop fighting me for one minute and let me try to help. If you still don't want this then, I'll let you up." He offered.
"Do you swear?" I asked, my eyes wet, but no longer crying.
"On my life!"
I relaxed beneath him and he sighed, relieved. I watched, confused, as he moved so I was slightly folded, my legs bent over his arms at the knees. "Fred, what are you...Oh, God." I sucked in a breath when he pushed deeply. A spiral of pure pleasure shot from the tips of my breast to my belly when he did it again and again. Just as I was riding that crest again, about to peak, he stopped. "No! What're you doing?" I demanded, slapping my hands against his bare chest.
"I promised you a minute... Do you want more, Laura?" there was mischief under the heat in his eyes.
"You bastard! You rotten, dirty tease! Yes!" I snapped.
"Tsk, tsk. Not very friendly, are we?" he chided. "Well then, I'll just have to-" He started to pull away from me and I snarled at him. Actually snarled. When I covered my mouth in shock at my actions, he laughed. "Okay, calm down. I'm just as anxious as you, sweetheart. I just needed to make sure you still wanted this."
"I do. Please!"
It took only a few strokes more before the flames in my body exploded like a gas tank, and Fred found his own pleasure, thrusting almost roughly into me. He went limp on top of me and we lay there for several moments.
"Sweet Laura... You're so beautiful." He kissed my face and neck gently. Emotions were swamping me. I didn't know what to say or to do.
"I... I think I'm going to cry." I admitted on a sob. He smiled at me again, but this time, there was no heat in his eyes. There was only tenderness.
"It's okay, go ahead and cry. " He urged. I took Fred at his word and wept quietly against his shoulder, once we'd moved one last time so we were cuddled together side by side. I was nearly asleep in his arms when the door opened.
"Fred, George said that Laura was-Merlin!" I sat up at the sound of Ginny Weasley's voice. She hated me. I knew she did. It was because she wanted Harry for herself. Harry knew it too, but refused to act one way of the other, by telling her to get over it or coming onto her himself. Malicious joy lit her freckled face. "I'm telling Harry!" She rushed away, slamming the door. I jumped up and grabbed my clothes as I heard Percy bellow at her.
"Stop thundering up and down those stairs, Ginevra Anne Weasley!" I dressed hurriedly. Fred lay across the bed, looking at me.
"Why are you so worried about Harry finding out? He's not your father, Laura, he doesn't have complete control over you."
"He'll be angry with me. He'll... He'll send me away!" terror seized me. "He'll make me go back to Narcissa and Lucius. I can't go back!"
"Laura!" As I started to rush from the room, he called my name. I paused.
"Yes?" Don't tell me to stay, don't tell me to stay! I pleaded mentally.
"You're not even going to kiss me goodbye?" He sounded hurt. I went, sat beside him. He hugged me close, planted one on me. I got the distinct impression that he was hoping to get my clothes back off. Every time I tried to slip away, he tightened his hold, keeping me in the kiss.
"Fredrick Weasley!" The shout came from downstairs and his eyes widened.
"Mom!" He breathed. "Quick, go in the lab. I'll be right there." I obeyed instantly, ran to that room. I could hear Molly charging up the stairs toward us. Fred dressed, made his bed look slightly neater, and was standing beside me when the door slammed against the wall.
"Fred! What do you think you're-doing?" Molly stood looking surprised in the open space.
"I was showing Laura what' sin her joke kit so she doesn't mistakenly hurt herself or somebody else." He replied to her shouted question, then turned to me. "These are Fake Wands. They can change to look like a duplicate of any wand, and they actually do magic, until they die. Then they turn into a rat or a rubber chicken or something... Did you need something, Mom?"
"Ginny came rushing downstairs, she said you... well, never mind dears. I'll need to talk to that girl about lying..." she smiled at us. "So sorry, dears. Dinner in twenty, all right?"
"Yes, Mom." Fred smiled back at her. She closed the door and we heard her go. He sighed deeply. "Close call." I nodded. I didn't know what to say. Was there a correct protocol for a narrow escape from being caught naked with your summer hostess's son? "Laura, you look sad. What's wrong?"
"Nothing... I gotta go find Harry." I left quickly, before I did something stupid. Like cry. Again.
By the tie I reached Ron and Harry's room, I knew Ginny had been there and gone. The door was open and I could feel menace pulsing from that room. It was something I had been working on with Professor Lupin in our third year, developing the powers my mothers elfin blood gave me and my sixth sense as well. Harry was liberally pissed and he was waiting for me.
Knowing I had no choice, I went in and closed the door behind me. My head down, I could see him in the semi-darkness, the white tee-shirt he wore glaringly bright. Neither of us said a word as he studied me and I studied my bare, purple painted toenails. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Well, Laura... there's an old muggle saying that sort of applies to the situation we find ourselves in now."
"What saying?" I whispered.
"'Actions speak louder than words.' I asked you, Laura, if you wanted to come live with Sirius and I. You said you did. You laid in my arms and said you wanted to stay with me. But you left my bed to go to the twins. So tell me, Laura. Are you still going to stay, or do Fred and George owe me some money?"
"Is that what this is about? You're angry because you paid for me and I..."
"Because you climbed out of bed, my bed, to go and have sex with my best friend's brothers? Yes, Laura, I do happen to be mildly upset about that!" His voice was a muted roar by the end. I cringed and he took several deep breaths, calming himself. "How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long have you been Fred and George's lover?!" I flinched again at the fury in his words, the barely reined violence.
"Only today... Bill asked if I was interested in dating them and one thing lead to another, but-"
"You let both of them... you let them-"
"Only Fred." I whispered. "George had gone off to find some condoms."
"Did you use contraception?" His face was ashen. "If Fred got you pregnant, I kill him!"
"He had a few condoms, Harry... We only made love once."
"Sex. It wasn't making love because Fred doesn't love you and you know it. He used your body for his own pleasure, Laura. If you're old enough to do what you've done, you're old enough to admit that."
"I wish you wouldn't be cruel to me, Harry... I didn't mean it to happen, and I don't want you to be angry. I'm sorry..." My voice was timid, a tell-tale quiver in the words. He sighed.
"I know you are... come here." I climbed into his bed, into his arms. He wasn't angry with me, just disappointed. I could see it in his eyes when he tipped my face up to look into his own. "Laura-"
"Please, please don't send me away, Harry!" I begged.
"Laura, I wouldn't do that. Just listen to me, okay?" I nodded. "I know that girls like to experiment with older boys , but I'd really rather you didn't, not yet/ If you want some one to show you how to make love, ask me. I'd be happy to... If you want to date some one... well, we'll discus that when it comes to it. And if you need to talk about anything, tell me, Sirius, Ron or Hermione. We'll all help you. You've been very sheltered and you're bound to make mistakes now that you're growing up. But you have us to help you clean up those little spills." He promised gently, kissing my head. You're my own special girl, Laura."
"Know what?" I whispered. He shook his head, his fingers threading gently through my short hair. "You're very special to me too...and maybe some day, I'll be able to love you. I don't know anything about love... But I want to learn. I want to love you, Harry."
We lay there for a long while, and soon, I drifted into the sleep I had been denied earlier. I head Harry speak tenderly before his lips touched mine in a sweet parody of a kiss.
"I want to love you too."