A/N: I don't own the Twins or the Potions Master, they belong to JK Rowling. I also don't own the poem from which the italics are extracted. It was written by the Victorian Christina Rossetti. Go read her stuff.

Convent Threshold is the name of the poem, and the italics at the start of all these drabbles write it out in order, hence why some update may take forever. (If the lines don't inspire me I can't update in the right order and then the poem would go wrong.)

This is the first work I've uploaded, I have lots of random bits written awaiting typing and uploading. Please tell me if you like it, any you think would make a good story or part of story and how in character they are.

Thank you, and please enjoy.

There's blood between us, love, my love

There's father's blood, there's brother's blood:

And blood's a bar I cannot pass:

I turn to face him as the building around us sleeps, overfilled with inhabitants stuck in the dying house because of the storm raging outside. I smile gently as his arms wrap tighter around my waist pulling me closer as I bury my head into his firm shoulder. As the next flash of magic-fuelled thunder illuminates the room, his fingers card through my hair as he ssh's and calms my trembling.

"I'm too old to be afraid, I shouldn't be afraid of a storm."

"Who cares, I get too hold you safe, and at least you didn't have to walk across the freezing room this time."I shake violently as the next roll of thunder and elemental magic moves toward Gimmauld Place.

"That's the good thing about everyone being stuck here tonight. We get to wake up next to each other and no-one could think anything strange because they made us share my bed.."

"We have to fall asleep before we can wake up Fred, What are the chances of that with this storm?" I ask quickly before another flash lights up his face.

"Then I'll just have to hold you all night. Sleep is over-rated and with Snape in your usual bed, its probably safer for us to be awake."

"yeah."

We lay there in comfortable silence as we listen to the the gentle breathing of the portraits and await the next crash of thunder. It's even nearer now, I can feel the magic flowing through the air. I accidentally bite into Fred's shoulder as my fear over-rules my mind.

"Sorry" I whisper as he hisses softly. "Sorry Fred, I'll kiss it better, okay?"

I kiss the wound, noticing even in the half-darkness that it'll bruise. I can feel his heartbeat under my fingers speeding up whilst I kiss the bite. I moan softly when he ducks his head and our lips meet, Our hips already grinding despite the boxers in the way.

"We really... shouldn't... not tonight...Snape..." I gasp out, my body and my mouth moving against his still.
"He'll never looks...merlin...in the eyes...hmm...again."

I feel my body tightening as my cock rubs against him, we freeze somehow as a loud round of coughing erupts from the over side of the room. When silence returns our breaths are erratic and we move slowly for a mere minute, although it seems hours, before arching together as we cum moments apart.

"Merlin that was hot! Didn't know the risk turn you on so much George."

"Shut up Fred...Love you."

"Love you too George."