A/N- And here we are with chapter three. I KNOW IT'S SUPER LATE! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! ASDFGHJKL College is keeping me busier than I ever expected. BUT I have decided that in order to make it up to you, I shall give you… *drum roll*… The very first explicit smutty scene! Please bear in mind though, that I have only written one rated M fic before this, so I am not an experienced smut writer. That in mind, PLEASE tell me how I do XD
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Chapter 3:
"Right, so, two new people today," I say excitedly. "Well, new to you, anyway," I say to Kate. She cocks an eyebrow. "Hermione will be here soon, and she'll be with you up here while we're downstairs. Then later, you'll meet Verity."
"Verity's the one you're hiring right?" Kate asks.
"Technically we've already hired her, but yes," Fred smiles.
"Right. So then, tell me about Hermione," Kate sits on the sofa and crosses her legs.
"You'll like her," I say reassuringly. "Well, I hope you will. Some people find her a bit annoying. And by some, I mean a lot." I can see I'm not really selling Hermione's winning personality (I say that with only a little sarcasm…), so I say, "Once you get past the scholar in her, she's brilliant."
"So she's a brainiac then?"
"Brainiac, bookworm, goody-two-shoes, you name it," Fred chimes in. "She comes off as a bit of a know-it-all, and once you get to know her, you realize she is a know-it-all."
"In a good way," I defend. "Most of the time. Some of the time… Her heart's in the right place, just give her a chance."
"You sure choose unique friends," Kate comments, chuckling. "You've got the know-it-all, the death-retardant celebrity, and the Muggle."
"Well we had to get them before someone else did," playfully punch her arm, and she punches back.
"Well aren't you-" A knock interrupts whatever Kate was about to say.
Kate looks toward the door that leads down to the shop. "How did anyone get in?" she asks suspiciously.
"Wrong door, Kate," Fred musses her hair, and heads to the back door (if it can even be called that). We have two entrances to the flat; one through the shop, obviously, and another that you have to go to the back of the shop to get to. There's another set of stairs outside that lead up to it. That's the one we told Hermione to use, since obviously, the shop door are locked.
Fred opens the door to reveal our favorite little know-it-all.
"Hermione!" I sweep her into a purposely too-tight hug, lifting her off the floor. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, George," she giggles. Once I set her down, she offers a hug to Fred, who accepts not-so-graciously, and actually grabs her bridal-style, kicking the door shut. "Fred!" she all but screams, eyes wide with surprise.
"What? Am I not allowed to have missed you?" he questions. Hermione looks torn between laughter and terror.
"Yes, okay! I missed you as well, now put me down!" she finally giggles, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Fred sets her down, and she attempts to smooth down her hair and blouse. As she turns around she sees Kate sitting awkwardly on the sofa. "Oh! I'm so sorry! You must beKate!"
"Yes indeed! Kate, this is Hermione," I gesture to Hermione.
"The know-it-all?" Kate smirks.
Hermione glares at me. "Did you really?"
"Don't look at me, Fred's the one who made it sound like a bad thing," I raise my hands in defense. "I said you're brilliant."
"I'm almost tempted to believe you," Hermione replied with a head-shake and a smile. "Anyway, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Hermione Granger," she holds her hand out to Kate happily.
"Kate Baulderston," Kate shakes her hand appreciatively.
"I've heard a lot about you Kate," Hermione smiles. Merlin, she sounds like Mum.
"I'd hope it was nothing bad, but looking at the circumstances…"
"It was nothing bad," I scoff.
"Forgive me if I don't believe you, 'Fred'," she cocks and eyebrow. I try not to look offended. She winks at me. I'm suddenly less offended. But still offended.
As far as I remember, I've never said a bad word about Kate to anyone. Well, I've only told two people she even exists, but I never said anything bad to them. I've never given her a reason not to trust me. I haven't even lied to her. Well, except for the name. And pretending to be straight. And neglecting to mention that I'm in a serious relationship with my twin, even though we are all now living together, and if I don't tell her soon, she'll likely end up hearing it through the walls. Other than that though, I mean blimey.
"He never spoke a word against you," Hermione confirms. You tell her, 'Mione.
"I'm more inclined to take your word for it," Kate chuckles. I throw my hands in the air and collapse onto the sofa.
"Come on, Georgie," Fred strides across the room and pats me on the shoulder. "Let's leave the women to their gossip. They can't say bad things about us if we're in the room." He grasps my hand, and pulls me up.
"It's true," Kate shrugs. Hermione laughs. I feel like she's either really going to enjoy Kate's sass –seeing as she's developed a bit of a sassy attitude herself- or really hate it. It's hard to tell just yet.
I follow Fred to the door and give them one last parting glance. "Don't burn the place down," I shoot them a sarcastic glare.
"Said the pot to the kettle," Hermione shoo's us away.
Half-way down the stairs, I pull Fred into a quick kiss; the first of the day, and likely the last until Kate is asleep.
"You know we have to let her know at some point," Fred murmurs as he unlocks the doors.
"Yeah, I know."
"Maybe tonight isn't a bad time, what with Hermione being here and all," he suggests as he stows the keys in his pocket. "She can talk her down if she freaks out or anything."
"When she freaks out" I correct him grimly. He doesn't protest. "Does that mean meeting Verity will have to wait?"
"Well yeah," Fred shrugs. "No point in introducing her if she's just gonna leave."
He says it so bluntly that I'm a bit taken aback, but I know he's right. This only makes me not want to tell Kate anything. I love her to death, but something tells me she'd be the type to walk out. Well, after she got done looking at us funny and not finishing sentences like "But I don't-" and "Why would you-".
"Maybe we shouldn't tell her, then," I grimace.
"The longer we wait, the worse it will be," Fred bites his lip. "I'm not gonna go behind your back and tell her, or anything, but I just think the sooner we do, the better."
"Yeah, I know," I say.
"Okay." And that's that.
The past few days in the shop have been slow, but it hasn't gotten me down. Today is the first day of the winter holidays, so there should be at least some students home by now. Though, I don't expect them to be up at ten in the morning. I wouldn't be.
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We told Verity she could come in the afternoon, since we assumed it wouldn't be too terribly busy today, but I'm starting to wish we'd told her to come earlier; it's half twelve and there are more people out and about than we anticipated. The shop is flooded with students of all ages, and the accompanying adults of the younger ones. Still an hour until Verity is to show up.
Fred is handling the money, while I man the floor. I'm starting to get irritated by all the people asking for Zonko's products, but like a true salesman, I offer something better. Who needs Fanged Frisbee's when you can have a Punching Telescope? Just as destructive, and guaranteed to work; Hermione can vouch for us.
Turns out word got around fast at school, because there have been at least fifteen different kids asking for something they saw at Hogwarts, including the portable swamp. The unintentional business is like an early Christmas gift to ourselves.
"George!" I pause in my description of the Wildfire Whiz-Bangs to turn to my shouting brother. "Can you get Kate down here? We need someone and Verity won't be here soon enough." I nod and finish up quickly before heading back upstairs.
Kate is making tea when I open the door,
"Kate, we need you downstairs for a bit," I say hurriedly. "Just until Verity gets here." If it slows down a bit later, we may actually get to introduce them right when Verity arrives and get that out of the way. Kate groans dramatically, but sets her mug down.
"Who's going to watch Michele?" she asks.
"Shit," I swear and look to Hermione.
"You don't even have to ask," she says sweetly. "Do what you have to do."
"You're a lifesaver, 'Mione," I grin. "You too, Kate," I add after she loudly clears her throat.
With Kate helping out, things are going more smoothly. She's helping on the floor, and restocking where needed. I want to actually hire her, but she has Michele to watch, which kind of gets in the way.
Merlin, a lot of things would be so much easier if I hadn't gone and messed up. We'd be living alone, not having to worry about telling anyone anything about us, we wouldn't have to be taking care of an infant, there would be a hell of a lot less stress… I love Michele so much; she's bloody daughter, after all, but as wrong as it sounds, it's hard to be happy when half of you really isn't. It sounds bad, I know. But what's done is done, right? Nothing to be done about it now. Keep calm and carry on.
The next hour drags by in slow motion while everything around us racing, but when Verity's head pops up in the crowd, relief courses through my body.
"Verity!" I exclaim. "So happy to see you. How's this for a first day, eh?"
Verity smiles. "Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley."
"You've already met Fred, but this here is Kate," I gesture to Kate, who is dragging a box of Whiz-Bangs out of the back. She looks up.
"Hello. I'm Kate," she nods at Verity to avoid taking her hands off the box.
"Pleasure to meet you. Are you working as well?" Verity asks politely.
"No, God no. I'm just, er… volunteering, I suppose," Kate chuckles. Verity just nods.
"Anyway, you can get your robe out of the back and, well, get right to it. We're busier than we expected," I smile.
"Of course, Mr. Weasley."
She's a polite one.
"Kate, thank you so much," I say as I take the box from her. "I really appreciate it. You can head back up now."
"Thank God. She's an odd one isn't she?" she mentions as she straightens up. "'Yes Mr. Weasley, of course Mr. Weasley, anything you ask Mr. Weasley'."
"Hush, you, I like her; she has manners, unlike someone I know," I tease.
"I don't know who you're talking about," Kate scoffs. She flashes a grin, and strides away.
When Verity comes out again, I tell her she can see what needs to be restocked and fix that up. When we decided to hire her, we had her come in before the shop opened so she could familiarize herself with the merchandise. An excellent decision, since it looks like any on-the-job training would be impossible.
Things start to die down around three and we all finally have time to breathe. It's been non-stop 'let me get that' and 'let me show you how this works' all day, and it's nice to be able to lean against the counter and do nothing for a moment.
"How's this for a first day, Verity?" I chuckle.
"Hectic," she smiles. "More so than expected. But I suppose that's a good thing; start hard, so that the rest seems easy."
"Excellent philosophy," Fred nods, impressed, and Verity offers a small smile in return. "Sounds like something Hermione would say." Verity doesn't reply, probably because she doesn't know who Hermione is.
"Busyness aside, do you like it here?" I ask. "No overwhelming urges to quit?"
"I adore it, Mr. and Mr. Weasley," she tells us.
"Please, call us Fred and George, you're making us feel old," Fred laughs. "That's good though, that you like it. We worked hard to get it up and running."
"Well you've done a fantastic job," Verity nods. We thank her, and she disappears into the back, saying something about putting out more fake wands.
Things slow almost to a halt around five, so we decide to close up for the day. We thank Verity for her hard work, and let her go home.
I begin counting out the register while Fred straightens the shelves and locks the doors. I'm horrible at doing math in my head, so I write on a scrap piece of parchment as I count. Finally I arrive at our total earned for the day: 103 galleons, 47 sickles, and 55 knuts, which is fantastic, seeing as we're still in the first week of business. Fred grins when I tell him, and pulls me into a hug.
"Finally making money," he says happily. "I say this deserves a celebration," he says in a low voice, making sure his words don't drift upstairs.
"I'm guessing you don't mean going out for a drink, do you?" I grin, and place a kiss on his lips.
"Nope. I'm talking about a private celebration," he bites his tongue and flashes me a toothy grin.
"That sounds good to me."
We move quickly up the stairs and into the flat. Hermione is holding Michele, and smiles at us when we enter.
"Busy day?" she asks.
"Very busy," Fred and I reply in unison.
"And if we're lucky, it'll stay busy," I add hopefully, and hold my arms out to Hermione so I can take Michele. She hands her over carefully.
"You know, I'm very proud of you both," Hermione smiles fondly. "You've taken your immaturity and childishness, and turned it into a business."
"Ouch, backhanded compliment," I wince dramatically, but smile along with her.
"I'm kidding," she rolls her eyes, still smiling. "Honestly, though. It's rather amazing."
"Amazing things come from amazing people," Fred points out, beaming.
"Modest people, too," Kate chimes in with a snort.
I rock Michele gently in my arms while Fred continues to declare just how fantastic we are, while Hermione listens in amusement, and Kate scoffs and shakes her head.
Soon enough, though, Hermione announces that "it's about time I get back, my parents are waiting for me." After a parting hug from each of us, Fred shows her out, and I promise to owl her.
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Kate is a bit of a night owl. She likes to stay up late, even when she had school the next day, and sometimes doesn't sleep at all. She's definitely a caffeine addict; she's always drinking tea and coffee and forcing us to remind her how to get to Muggle London so she can stock up on 'soda' or whatever. I can't tell if she drinks so much caffeine because she hardly sleeps, or if she hardly sleeps because she drinks so much caffeine. Either way, it's annoying when it's one in the morning, and she's showing no signs of going to bed.
Michele was put to bed hours ago, and I sort of hoped Kate would go to bed too, but I knew she wouldn't. Fred and I could just go to our respective rooms and wait, but we have no way of knowing when Kate will actually go to bed, and one of us could fall asleep by then. We can't just disappear into the same room and shut the door, because that would appear a little strange, especially at this hour. It's now that I'm finding the number of bedrooms annoying. There are three, and before Kate moved in, we'd planned on just sharing one, since we'd end up together in one anyway, but with Kate, we have to have separate rooms, so we don't have the 'sharing a room' excuse. We even offered to turn the third room into a makeshift nursery for Michele, but Kate wouldn't have it. She insisted that Fred and I have our own rooms since it's our flat, so she shares a room with Michele.
Kate's been absently flipping through shows on the telly for ten minutes, and finally, she gives up.
"There's nothing good on," she complains, and passes the… the… what's it called? Remote? Channel changer? Kate calls it both, with zero consistency. It's not like I know what to do with it, so I put it on the end table. "I'm gonna crash. Goodnight, good sirs." She salutes us, and shuffles to her bedroom. Merlin, took her long enough. As soon as she's in her room, Fred and I leap off the couch and go into 'my' room, the one closest to the living room. I shut the door and lean against it, grinning and pressing a finger to my lips, reminding Fred that we need to be quiet. I'm very wary about casting Muffliato, because I think Kate would become very concerned if she heard incessant buzzing in her ears, and we've yet to find a spell that will effectively soundproof an area. So we just have to be very quiet.
Unfortunately, Fred is rather awful at being quiet. He's always making some kind of noise, even if we're just snogging, and while it's sometimes a bit thrilling to be on the verge of getting caught (you know, when it's not nauseating), it's also very not good. We've already almost been caught twice; once when Kate thought I'd hurt myself because Fred wouldn't shut up, and another time when he rammed into me so hard the bedframe hit the wall, and Kate knocked on my door asking if I was alright. So silence isn't his forte.
I lock the door with Colloportus and move toward Fred with a predatory grin. He just watches me approach him, ready to pounce.
I grab him by the vest and pull him flush against me, slotting my lips eagerly against his. He gives an appreciative hum and threads his hand through my hair, pulling lightly. I shove him toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, while I force the vest off his shoulders and set to work on the buttons of his shirt. Three buttons down, I just force it open. I can fix the buttons later.
I break the kiss long enough to shed my shirt before pushing Fred until he no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. He scoots backward and I straddle his lap, grinding down just hard enough to tease him with friction. He bucks up, but I lift off of him, grinning against his mouth.
"Come on, don't be a tease," he groans. He latches his hands to my hips and pulls me down so he can properly grind against me. Alright fine, no teasing then. My hands are clasped to Fred's biceps as we rock together, breathing heavily. Fred lets a moan slip and I shush him. Well, I try to; I'm a bit out of breath and all I can really manage is a sharp exhale, which is not taken as it was intended to be taken.
"Shut up," I whisper breathlessly.
"Sorry."
I slide off his lap and crawl all the way onto the bed, smoothing out the rumpled duvet. I motion for Fred to come closer and I lean back against the headboard. I make quick work of my trousers, because I'm painfully hard and Merlin that's a lot better. Fred seems to have easily caught my drift, and he moves quickly to kneel between my legs. He slides his index fingers under the waistband of my pants and slides them down slowly, a devilish grin playing at his shiny lips. I lift my hips up off the bed to make is easier, and in one swift motion, they're off, which I wasn't expecting. I stifle a laugh as Fred literally throws the underwear over his shoulder.
I work a pillow out from behind me and put it between my head and the wall.
"Go on then," I snicker. "Can't talk if your mouth's full."
"Whatever," he rolls his eyes, and folds his legs under him before leaning down and taking me in nearly all the way. I have to cover my own mouth to keep from swearing loudly. Oh, he's so good at that. My eyes slide shut as Fred works his magical (forgive the pun) tongue over the shaft and around the head. If there's one thing Fred can do, it's give a bloody good blowjob. Fuck.
I grip the duvet, mouth open, with my breath coming in shallow bursts as Fred mercilessly works me over. His teeth scrape lightly along the shaft and I nearly come right there, but no, I'm not letting him finish me that fast. Waves of pleasure are surging through me, like a static shock, and oh, yes, keep doing that. Over the past year, Fred has paid close attention to the things I like and isn't afraid to use them all at the same time. Now is one of those times; he's got his lips wrapped around the head of my cock as he quietly hums the tune of a song I don't know, and he's got his thumb and index finger stroking in a tight ring at the base.
"F-fuck, Fred, I'm…" That's all I can choke out without crying out. I'm right there. I force myself to open my eyes so I can see Fred driving me insane. He has one hand at the base of my cock, and he's stroking himself with the other hand. Then, without warning, he easily slides his mouth down all the way, taking me in to the hilt, and bloody hell, that's it. I come hard down his throat, unable to give him any warning, but he hardly cares, and swallows without a complaint. I bite the back of my hand to muffle the whine of pleasure leaking from my throat. It's a full ten seconds before the aftershocks subside and I can unclench my fists.
As soon as I catch my breath, I full Fred down so that we're pressed perfectly together and crash our lips together. I reach a hand between us so that I can wank him. And here we have a prime example of Fred's inability to stay hushed. Our mouths are sealed together, but he's moaning and gasping and come on! If I get hard again, we'll definitely get caught.
He breaks the kiss and buries his face in my shoulder.
"Oh-oh Merlin… George..f-uck…" I shush him and he bites down on my shoulder, hard. I yelp, and pray Kate didn't hear that.
I stroke Fred faster, kissing his neck and letting my other hand drift over his arse.
"George," he gasps, "I'm- I'm-" He tenses up and comes over my fist before he can finish saying it.
When he finally relaxes his muscles, he lazily splays his hand across my chest and pushes himself up.
"Ow, yeah, okay, I can't breathe," I whisper, but giggle all the same.
"Sorry," he moves to my side and collapses. For a few minutes we just lay there together in a post-coital haze.
"It's almost two," I whisper.
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, I know," I chuckle and unceremoniously shove Fred until he's mostly on the floor.
"Yeah, okay, I'm going," he rolls his eyes as he throws on his clothes.
He presses one last kiss to my mouth before peeking out the door to make sure Kate isn't up, and leaves.
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Alrighty, there we have it! Chapter three, finally. I hope the smut at the end was worth the stupid wait. Speaking of smut… PLEASE TELL ME HOW I DID. I have never written smut like that before, and I feel like I suck at it. If it is bad, feel free to give me pointers so that I don't suck so bad next time XD