A warning, Chapter 1 is also here, and it and farther on will be in first person. I'm way better at it lol. Hope you enjoy. The first few chapters cover around the time of Order Of The Phoenix but after that, a chapter for each book because I have a story line that is completely and totally my own, at least it is suppose to be. I have read few Harry Potter fanfics before recently because I didn't want to stray from J.K. Rowling's idea, but I'm in love with The Weasley Twins, so I wanted to write a story about them. Also, I am aware of the fact that the series was based in the 1990's but for the purpose of my story, it is based in the 2000's. Also, advance warning before someone gets upset, some things are copied straight from the books, mostly just lines that I needed to put in my story, but they of course belong to J.K. Rowling, and I've added lines to a few of those. Advance warning-I looked at the Harry Potter wiki and saw how the couples panned out, but a few of them are going to change, not many, not any of the important ones-Ginny and Harry and Ron and Hermione will definitely stay the same, and Bill and Fleur-but I did change a few. Like…two. Well, three. But one of them is because this is an OC fic. Some things have a different time order too but it is still in there. Also, when I first started this story I hadn't read the books in awhile, and I realize now that I changed the Hogwarts Battle a bit. Sorry everyone, it wasn't a big change though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, but Fred and George can own me anytime.

Prologue:

"DAD! I got a letter…from Hogwarts!" The eleven year old yelled, rushing into the house as she walked in from playing outside.

"Hogwarts?" Her balding father asked suspiciously.

"Yep," She handed him the letter, and pushed her brown hair behind her ear.

"Who helped you make this?" Her dad asked, not believing for a second that she had, considering Hogwarts was suppose to be made up.

"Nobody. It was on the porch. There was an owl sitting on

the truck!" She said excitedly.

He looked out the window, and sure enough, there sat a small brown owl on his truck.

"Well open it then." Her father said.

She opened the envelope and began to read aloud.

"Dear Miss Simmons, as deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I would like to inform you that as hard as it may be for you to believe, you are a witch. We have made arrangements for you and your father to be transported to London by Ministry of Magic officials via Portkey. They will also escort your father back to America after you meet the train on Platform 9 ¾. Enclosed is your booklist and list of things you will need to buy. You are allowed to have an owl if you wish, and may bring a few articles of your Muggle clothing for the stay in London and after the school year has ended. We at Hogwarts are expecting your return owl. Ministry officials will arrive on August 30th and you will stay-free of charge-in The Leaky Cauldron until you are to board The Hogwarts Express. Best of Luck. Minerva McGonagall."

"Sugarplum," The girl's father said sadly. "I don't know if I can afford to transfer our money into wizard money. And even if I did, I don't know if I can afford your books and everything."

"But look dad," She pulled a moneybag filled with weird looking coins from her pocket. "they sent us money! Please daddy, I want to go to Hogwarts!"

He sighed. "Okay, but how are we going to explain this to your mom and her family?"

"We can say that I got accepted into some fancy boarding school with a full scholarship." She answered.

"Won't you want to talk to Kanzas and the rest of your friends?" He asked.

"Well, you see Kanzas all the time. I can send letters to her through you daddy. And then summer holidays."

"Okay, well write back." He said.

She grabbed a notebook and hastily scrawled out a reply.

Thank you so much, Professor McGonagall. This is a dream come true. I look forward to attending Hogwarts.

Sincerely, Laura B. Simmons

"Excuse me," Laura said when she got onto The Hogwarts Express on September First. "would you two mind terribly if I sat with you? I don't know anyone."

The two boys-twins it looked like-shrugged.

"Fine with us," Said one in a purple sweater with a F on it. "I'm Fred Weasley, and this is my twin brother, George. We're first years, I expect you are too?"

The brother had on a green sweater with a G on it, too bad they'd be wearing Hogwarts robes so it would be hard to tell them apart after today.

"Yes," She sat down at the farthest end of the bench from them. "I'm Laura, I'm Muggleborn."

"We're pureblood." They said.

"You don't mind being around me, do you?" Laura asked nervously.

"Of course not," they answered. "our father loves Muggles."

She smiled nervously.

They arrived at the school what seemed like hours later and were ushered onto boats by a very large man with his face covered by his beard and long, tangled hair.

They were sorted into their houses and Laura was placed into Gryffindor along with Fred and George who went straight to seats beside her once they were sorted.

"You don't have to sit with me, if you don't want. Just because I don't know anybody." Laura said awkwardly.

"Nonsense," said George, beaming down at her-he was just a few inches taller. "you're pretty nice. And besides that, we want to sit with you."

She blushed bright red. "Thank you George."

"I'm Fred." He told her.

"Oh, sorry Fred." She turned even redder.

"I'm only joking," He poked her side. "I'm George."

And so, they became the best of friends, Laura joining in on their mischief and sometimes scolding them for it. All depending on whether Mrs. Weasley sent an owl to her, begging her to stop them.

Laura's father was always on her case because he received owls from Professor McGonagall every other day. She claimed it was all George's fault, and her father just laughed then.

When Voldemort came back in their sixth year, and almost the entire school was whispering that Harry Potter-Fred and George's brother's best friend-was lying about it, Laura believed. After all, if her best friends believed it, and Dumbledore, and Mrs. Weasley, then how could it not be true? She knew she was safer if she believed.

Chapter 1:

Dear Fred and George,

I cannot wait for term to start, I miss you both, and maybe even Lee. Mostly you two though. You know how much he annoys me at times. I can't stand these Muggles much longer either. My damn cousins-Tyler and Corey-keep teasing me, saying that they know what we do in the empty corridors-they have it completely off. And Kanzas has a new boyfriend-gag me. I met him the other day because we all went out to eat-me, Kanzas, and her Muggle friends I've met over Holidays, and his hair is as long as a girl's! I can't wait to get back to you and the rest of Hogwarts.

All My Love,

Laura

I walked over to my owl, Minnie's cage-Fred and George always teased me for the owl's name-and opened it up.

"Hey girl," I cooed. "can you make it to London? Fred and George are expecting an owl anytime now."

Minnie perked up and nudged her head into my outstretched hand.

"That's my girl." I said, feeding her a treat before attaching the letter to her leg and letting her out my window.

After she had taken off, I went off into the living room where there was now a fireplace. Dad had gotten it after he found out it was a lot easier to use Floo Powder than a Portkey. And made him less nauseous.

"Daddy," I said in a singsong voice. "if Mrs. Weasley says it is okay, and Fred and George ask of course, may I please take the Floo network to The Burrow? You won't have to go to London this way."

Just then, Fred and Georges own owl, Errol came crashing through the open window and I picked him up.

"Jesus Errol. They could have just waited for Minnie. Come on, let's get you fed."

"You can if you want." Dad told me.

"Thanks," I hugged him one armed so that Errol wouldn't get crushed. "better feed this old thing."

Laura,

We miss you, and mum said that we could invite you to stay with us until the beginning of term so that your dad won't have to come to London. And dad wants to ask you more things about Muggles. No need to write back, just bring Errol with you when you come through Floo Powder.

Love, Fred and George.

I packed up my trunk with all my things, and stuffed my purse inside. What was suppose to be in my purse, I put in a backpack on my back because purses were easily lost in the Floo Network.

"Dad, can you send the trunk and things after me?" I asked, stepping into the fireplace and grabbing a handful of powder.

"Sure." He said.

I kissed his cheek. "Love ya dad! I still have my cell, I'll call when I get there."

"Love you." Dad said.

"The Burrow!" I said, closing my eyes and being engulfed by green flames.

I called my dad when I arrived in the empty house, and he sent my trunk and Errol behind me.

"Laura," George said, walking into the house. "sorry, we thought Errol might get there later than he did. We couldn't send you to where we're staying right now, so we came by Portkey, we need to get going back. We'll send your things there."

Fred and George were already seventeen so they could use magic outside school. I still had until January.

Once my things were gone, we went out into the yard and grabbed hold of an old Muggle soda can.

We were spinning for a few moments then we were in a old house and there was Ron and Hermione standing waiting for us off to the side.

"Hey." I said, dusting off my jeans.

"Hello," Hermione hugged me. "I was worried about you, all alone out in the Muggle world with You-Know-Who on the loose again."

"Haven't you been?" I asked, pulling away from my younger friend.

"No, my parents have been at a dental convention most of the summer so they sent me to stay at the Weasley's. But they came here so, so did I."

"Where are we, anyway?" I asked.

George wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Headquarters of the Order Of The Phoenix."

"Order Of The Phoenix?" I asked.

"Dumbledore's secret organization," He answered. "Mum and Dad are members."

"Oh." I nodded.

"They just went after Harry." Ron told us.

"Why isn't he here yet?" I asked.

They all shrugged.

"Mum said you can stay in our room, it has three beds," George told me. "it isn't like we could get away with anything anyway."

"Should I let my dad know not to send owls to The Burrow?" I asked.

"Call him and tell him that you cannot receive owls," Sirius Black walked into the room. "it isn't safe. Oh and here, it is from Dumbledore."

The Headquarters of The Order Of the Phoenix can be found at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

"What is this?" I asked.

"The only way you can find your way back here." Sirius answered.

"Oh, Dumbledore is the secret keeper." I nodded in approval and handed the note to George to dispose of.

George set the paper on fire in midair. "Good idea."

I grinned.

"Welcome to my house, Laura." Sirius added.

"Thank you Sirius," I smiled. "oh wait, you have electricity, right? I know I can use Magic at school, but I always straighten my hair. And it requires electricity." (A/N: I know that technically, there is no electricity in the Wizarding World but I'm a freak who-even in stories-has to have her hair perfect :D lol.)

"Yes, there should be a plug in, in your room."

"Thanks Sirius," I said. "where is my trunk?"

"In our room." George answered.

We went upstairs and closed the door.

"I missed you two." I said, hugging them both.

They kissed my cheeks. "We missed you also."

"You need to visit me in the Muggle world someday," I added. "I still have to pretend I'm underage next year and live with my dad."

"Why can't you just pretend you have another year of school and live with us?" Fred asked.

I sighed. "I want to, but dad still thinks that we're shacking up."

"Well, Laura dearest," Fred said, putting his face close to mine. "you have been seen by Prefects snogging us."

"Only so that it would keep us out of trouble for what we were really doing." I said, stepping back.

Later, when all the adults were in a meeting with Dumbledore, I cuddled up in the bigger bed with Fred and George and we talked about the joke shop they were going to open and I was going to help them with-when I could escape the Muggle world.

"You already rented the space?" I asked excitedly while my head laid on George's chest.

He stroked my hair. "Yea, and we have a apartment over the shop, with a room for me, a room for Fred, and an extra room."

"For who?" I asked.

"You of course," They answered. "we're always going to have somewhere for you to stay."

"Thanks." I said.

"No problem." Fred kissed my forehead.

I sighed and slid my head off of George's chest onto a pillow. "But you two know, neither of you are allowed in my room if we do all live together."

"Why?" They asked at the same time.

"Because, I still haven't chosen between you. It would be so awful of me to have one of you in my room each night." I answered.

"Whichever of us you chose, it won't change anything. Neither of us will be sour against you, we could never be mad at you for following your heart." George took my hand in his.

Fred took the other, just as there was a knock on the door and we all three scrambled away from each other.

"What?" I opened the door to find Harry and Ron standing there with Ginny and Hermione behind them.

"We know you all have something to listen in," Ron said, pushing past me. "let's have it."

"Okay." George sighed, pulling out what looked like a ear and a flesh colored piece of string and slipping out the door to feed it downstairs.

"Now go." I said, handing them the ear and shutting the door behind them.

Fred left the room a few minutes later, to go to the bathroom and it was just me and George.

"When are you going to tell us your choice?" George asked, pulling me onto his lap where he sat on the bed.

"I haven't decided yet," I bit my lip. "I love you both, so much, I don't know how to choose. I know I'd be happy with either of you, and I simply can't stand to hurt you or Fred."

George kissed me softly. "I just want you to be happy, if Fred makes you happier than I do, then you should be with him."

I kissed him back. "I don't know yet. I still have a lot of thinking to do."

When Fred got back, George had to go so Fred pinned me down on the bed gently. "Pick me."

I sighed and reached up to play with his hair. "Fred, I can't. I can't pick either of you yet, give me time. I love you both."

"We've gave you since third year. It's seventh year." He said.

I leaned up and kissed him deeply. "I'll tell you when I decide, you know that. But I haven't decided."

George wasn't back before Mrs. Weasley called us all down for supper so when we got there, I sat between Fred and George, once again trying my best to chose. It wasn't going well.

"Mum," George said, grabbing a roll from the basket on the table. "when are we going to Diagon Alley?"

"Tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley answered. "and I want you three to be on your best behavior. No gallivanting around, I want you to take Ginny with you. And buy only your school things, don't go off anywhere other than to the normal shops."

"Yes Momma Weasley." I said, putting on my best good girl face.

"Oh I know you're just trying to get on my good side," She said, reaching across the table to pat my hand. "but I know you too well dear, you're just like Fred and George."

"I was a good kid until I met them, Momma Weasley. I use to always study hard and for tests before they turned me into a trouble maker." I said, picking at my roll sadly.

"Oh you liar," Fred said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "you were failing all on your own before you got mixed up with us."

I giggled and leaned into him. "I was talking back in the Muggle world, Fred."

George put his hand on my knee under the table. "Didn't you say that you were failing there too?"

"Shush," I teased. "Momma Weasley was believing that you two were to blame for my mischievousness."

Dinner was going wonderfully…until Fred decided to levitate his roll out of the basket and Mrs. Weasley got mad.

"Do you two have to whip your wands out for every little thing? I don't care that you're old enough, you could have easily had Laura hand you the basket or to hand you the roll. I'm sick of it, ever since your birthday, that is all you have done." She yelled.

"Sorry mum," Fred grabbed the roll from the air. "I won't again, if it bothers you that bad."

"You really do Fred," I whispered up in his ear. "I've seen your wand more times than I can count."

He laughed. "You love looking at my wand."

"Laura! Fred!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

"I meant his actual wand, Mrs. Weasley. His is so much prettier than mine." I held in my laughter.

"Your's is Cedar and dragon heart string, is it not?" She asked.

"Yes…" I nodded.

"Cedar is a much prettier wand than Fred's Cherry and dragon heart string." She said.

"Oh I love Cherry though, Mrs. Weasley. Cedar is pretty, and smells good, but Cherry is beautiful." I lied.

"Whatever you say dear," She shook her head, seeing trying to argue with me and the twins a wasted effort. "but Fred, if you have been showing off your wand to Laura-or any other girl, and I find out about it, you'll lose it."

He winced. "Yes mum."

After dinner, Mrs. Weasley had us girls help clean up and pulled me aside before I could sneak back upstairs to be up to no good with Fred and George.

"Laura, are you dating one or both of my boys?" She asked.

I blinked hard. "No Mrs. Weasley! Why would you think that?"

"You leaning into Fred, George's hand on your knee-yes I saw that, I'm their mother, I see everything."

"No, I'm not dating either of them, Mrs. Weasley. I still haven't chosen." I looked at my feet.

"What do you mean, dear?" She asked.

"Well, I never really told anybody-of course they know, but in third year, they both confessed that they have feelings for me, and I care about them both so much, that I can't make my decision. I know they're going to both give up on me eventually or get angry, but I honestly cannot choose. What do I do?"

"Follow your heart dear." Was all she'd say.

Surprisingly, that was what I needed to hear so I hugged her tightly.

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley. That is better advice than my real mother would have given me. She still can't stand the idea that I'm a witch."

"It is her loss dear," She said. "if you ever need anything, just send me an owl, okay?"

"Thank you." I whispered then hurried off upstairs and opened the door to mine, Fred, and George's room.

"Where have you been, young lady?" Fred shook his finger at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Your mother caught you two being all over me. She wanted to know if I was dating one or both of you. She ambushed me."

"Interesting." George said, stirring a potion in the corner.

"And then I sprouted wings and flew across the Atlantic." I added.

"That's great." George dropped a few ingredients into his cauldron.

"And I've made my choice." I said.

That woke him up. "Who?"

"I haven't decided that yet," I said. "I made the choice that I'm going to follow my heart."

"Haven't you been?" Fred asked.

"Not really, no," I admitted. "mostly, I've been thinking with other parts of my body," I gave him and George a pointed look. "so, from now on, unless I start it, you two will keep your hands strictly on platonic parts of my body."

"Are you serious?" Fred asked, clearly not pleased.

"Deadly," I answered flatly. "I suppose the rules can start a few days into start of term, but only so you two get it out of your systems."

Fred stepped toward me.

"Not now," I stepped back. "not with both of you in the room. And no, don't you dare Fred," I said as he started to shove George out of the room. "we have work to do."

The next morning, we arrived in Diagon Alley and Fred, George, Ginny and myself headed off to the joke shop first thing.

Then, we headed off to buy our books and things.

"Do you want to see the space?" George asked me once our arms were full with our bags and we'd already bought everything on our lists.

"Yes." I answered.

We walked off down the alley and came to a stop outside of a large empty building that had a for lease sign hanging in the window that had magically changed to leased at some point.

"Oh Fred, George, I love it." I said, hugging them both in turn.

"How come George always gets hugged first?" Fred teased me.

"Oh come on, how am I suppose to tell without looking extremely close which of you is which? I was hugging you both, I didn't stop to analyze which one of you was which." I tapped his nose.

Ginny grinned knowingly. "Mum was right."

"What?" I rounded on her.

"She said she thinks you're dating Fred."

"Merlin, Ginny! No! I'm dating nobody."

"Uh-huh." She said, unconvinced.

I just shook my head and went on. "And besides Fred, George is the better looking twin. What with his gorgeous red hair and freckles."

"We're identical." Fred deadpanned.

I kissed his cheek. "Exactly, sugar."

"Fred is not sweet." Ginny said behind me.

I grinned and licked his cheek. "Actually, he kind of is. Fred did you eat something peppermint?"

"That's your lip-gloss love." He laughed.

When we got back to Grimmauld place, Sirius was yelling in the hallway and trying to re-cover a portrait on one of the landings while a small house elf crouched in front of him.

"He really should be nicer to Kreacher." Hermione said.

"Sirius, it'll be okay." Lupin said, pulling Sirius away from the poor house elf.

"He is being nice," George told her. "anyone else would have beaten the thing to death."

I winced, as did Hermione.

"Let's go upstairs." Fred whispered in my ear.

We slipped upstairs unnoticed and Fred pushed me gently onto the bigger bed-the one I was sleeping in.

"Fred," I whispered, twisting my fingers into his hair. "what if George walks in?"

He leaned in and kissed me. "Not to worry, we talked it out earlier. He knows we're up here and he's going to bother Ginny until I go tell him you need to speak with him. Then if you both so wish, it is his turn with you."

"I love being shared." I muttered bitterly.

"We're only doing this as a way to try and help you decide."

I sighed. "Fred, this isn't going to help. I think maybe, I'm never going to decide. I know you both say that you wouldn't be mad if I chose the other, but I can't. I'm terrified you'll hate me. I'm terrified George would hate me."

"We wouldn't." He said.

I sighed. "Kiss me, Fred."

So he did.

George's Point Of View:

"George, stop moping," Ginny whined. "just because Laura is dating Fred-"

I cut her off. "She isn't dating Fred, Ginny. She isn't dating anyone-yet. But she's been suppose to choose since third year."

"Between you and Fred?" She asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Wow." She said.

"I know." I sighed, putting my face into my hands.

"Have you ever slept with her?" Ginny asked.

"You mean sex Ginny?" I asked.

"Yea." She answered.

"No, but we did everything but."

"What do you mean?"

I sighed. "I don't like discussing this with my little sister."

"Laura would tell me anyway."

"Well, after Fred stole her first kiss back in second year, Laura agreed that I could be the first for something else. So, she put our names into her hat and cast a charm to decide who should be her first for everything else. I was her first everything else-except she still is a virgin. She left that out of the choosing. She wanted to save that for the one she chooses in the end."

"It'll be you George." Ginny said softly.

"No, she'll choose Fred. Even if she says me, I know she'll really want Fred." I smiled sadly.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"George, it's Laura. Can we talk?" Laura's voice drifted through the door.

I opened it and stepped outside. "Whatcha need?"

She leaned up and kissed me softly. "You."

Laura's Point Of View:

"What about Fred?" George asked.

"He's distracting your mum," I answered, pulling him to our room. "It is your turn anyway."

He looked hesitant. "I just wanted to talk to you, I wasn't going to have you do anything you didn't want to."

I sighed, pushing him onto my bed after shutting the door behind us. "George, just kiss me dammit."

"Laura I-I don't want to just snog you, or shag you. I want so much more than that with you." George pushed me away.

I sat down and stared at my hands. "I waited too long, didn't I?"

"What?" He asked.

"You've given up. I understand completely, I really don't deserve either of you."

"What? No, I haven't given up. Not really. I just-I don't want to snog or shag you. I love you Laura and I don't feel right snogging you, not when I know you're snogging my brother-and knowing you're more likely to choose him than me."

"What," I looked up at him. "George, no, I've came to a point where I don't think I'm going to be able to chose. Your mum told me to follow my heart, and that is impossible, because my heart pulls me toward you both."

The next morning, I awoke to find myself in the bed between Fred and George, cuddled into them both.

How did this happen? I know we didn't go to bed this way.

"Laura! Fred! George!" Mrs. Weasley banged on the door.

"Yes Momma Weasley?" I called back, croaked.

She opened the door and saw us. "Oh My!"

"It isn't what it looks like, Mrs. Weasley. I swear, we didn't go to bed like this. They were in their own beds." I said, pushing Fred out of my way and crawling out of bed.

"I believe you dear," She said, surprisingly. "they use to sleepwalk to mine and Arthur's room when they were little, if there was a storm or something. Or if they simply wanted to sleep in the bed with us. They both must have wanted to be in the bed with you."

I turned red.

"You won't be punished dear," She said. "I can tell nothing happened. They will be punished though, for wanting that bad enough that they came into your bed."

Soon, it was time to go back to school so we packed our trunks and headed off to King's Cross.

"Oh my," I whispered to Fred and George as we walked behind Mad Eye and Tonks. "Padfoot followed us."

"Padfoot, what are you doing," I heard Mad Eye hiss. "you could get us all killed."

After Sirius and Harry were finished talking in a small room, we all went through the barrier at Platform 9 ¾ and got on the train. Fred, George and I chose a compartment with Lee.

"Would you like to try the puking pasties to get out of Snape's class, Laura?" Lee asked.

"No," I shook my head. "I'm good at potions. Snape loves me."

"True, you are the only non-Slytherine he likes. You're his favorite actually." Lee sighed.

"Because I pay attention Lee." I said, laying my head in George's lap.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked.

"Don't get jealous," I told him. "if you were sitting beside me, it would be your lap I had my head in."

"What if it was me?" Lee asked.

"Then I'd still be sitting." I replied, absently playing with the hole on George's pants.

George started playing with my hair. "I'll try it out in Potions. Laura, you try the nosebleed nugget in McGonagall's."

"Okay." I whispered.

"You don't have to, if you're worried." He said.

I shrugged. "No it isn't that, I'm just tired."

"Wanna snog?" Fred asked.

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Shove off."

We got to school eventually, and we headed in for the start of term feast. We had a new teacher, Deloris Umbridge, for Defense Against The Dark Arts. She was dressed completely in pink and had one of those annoyingly sweet accents.

"She was at my hearing." I heard Harry mutter to Ron and Hermione.

"She's a spy for Fudge." I whispered to Fred, who was closest.

"I hope that we will all be the best of friends…" Umbridge was saying.

"That's likely." Fred and George said at the same time causing me to giggle and get a glare from Umbridge.

When we got up to the common room, Fred, George, and I sat at the couch in the corner next to the fireplace reading a letter Minnie had delivered from my father.

"It says; Dear Laura Beth, you know how everyone in the family has been complaining about the fact you never come home for Christmas-even though I tell them that you make the choice to stay at school-so, I have contacted Professor Dumbledore and he is setting up a Portkey for you to come home for Christmas, and since I know you'll ask anyway, yes if Mr. and Mrs. Weasley say it is okay, Fred and George may come home with you. You'll be able to apparate back to London after Christmas break so it should all go well. And I expect you to make good grades this year, if you do, I may take into consideration that you will be of age in January in the wizarding world and allow you to move to London on your own. Love Dad. So, you all want to write your mum?" I asked, petting Minnie.

"Can we borrow Minnie?" George asked.

"Of course." I answered, feeding her a treat.

Mrs. Weasley sent back an answer the next morning at breakfast saying that as long as we behaved until then, it was perfectly fine with her-she felt I needed protection until my birthday anyway.

Okay, I totally get if it sucks D= I tried at least. Reviews? Oh also, eventually there will be sex, but I didn't write a actual scene, but if you want me to, I can =D And this is rated M because of language, and possible lemons.