Fred the Magnificent Matchmaker
"You up for more product testing?" Fred asked Mary over breakfast the next morning.
"Sure. That's what I get paid for, right?"
He grinned widely. "Exactly. This is my kind of girl, George!" he told his brother.
"What are you thinking we should test today?" George asked. He and Mary had barely looked at each other since the daydream event and he wanted things to get back to normal. He hated feeling awkward.
"I've got a few ideas," Fred replied.
"Well we've got the new Coughing Candies for the Skiving Snackboxes and that Sticky Stucco Solution," George told him.
"Yes. Well we'll get those and a few others." George knew the smile Fred had plastered all over his pale, freckled face. It was a conniving one that he and Fred had perfected over the years. He said nothing, however, not wanting to alert Mary to anything potentially embarrassing that she was about to endure for the name of Wizarding Wheezes. Instead he simply nodded and waiting until Mary had gone downstairs to help Verity open the shop to take his twin aside.
"What's your game?" he asked his grinning twin.
"Nothing you won't enjoy," Fred replied. "Trust me."
"Since when do we pull stuff on each other?"
"Since you're being stubborn and refusing to accept your attraction to our new tester." Fred wiggled his eyebrows. "Don't worry; I'd never do anything to bollocks anything up for you."
"Not intentionally," George grumbled as he followed Fred downstairs.
After they had done their morning routine and the early morning duties had been taken care of, Fred, George and Mary left Verity to tend to the shop while they began the day's testing. "Let's get the Coughing Candies first," Fred suggested.
George handed Mary a green and yellow candy. "The yellow is for the coughing and the green should set you right again," he told her.
"Whenever you're ready," Fred said with a small smile. Mary ingested the snackbox item and immediately began hacking as though she had the worst cold imaginable. After five straight minutes of coughing, she popped the green piece into her mouth and the coughing began to subside. It only took 30 seconds for her to be changed back to her normal, non-choking self.
"I'd say you've got it spot on," she told the twins, accepting a butterbeer from George.
"Yes, that'll go nicely in the snackboxes," Fred commented.
"Next'll be the Sticky Stucco Solution," George announced, bringing out a clear bottle which contained something that looked like the muggle hair gel she'd seen some of the Hogwarts students use.
"What's the point of this one?" she asked.
"Just put a dab of that anywhere on your body and you'll stick to things like glue," Fred told her.
"Useful in several prank opportunities," George added.
"Ah…alright. Where do you want it?" she asked.
"Just, erm…put some on your hands first," Fred instructed her. When she obliged she found that rubbing the solution in was impossible, her hands were locked together with the solution.
"Brilliant," George said. He poured the substance removing solution on her hands and she was once again able to use them.
"Let's try putting it on your feet," Fred said. Mary took off her shoes and socks and let some of the solution be poured onto her soles. When she stood up she found that she was rooted to the spot.
"This might be a little more difficult to get out of," George pointed out. It took him several moments to get the antidote onto the floor under her feet and when he finally managed it, she needed a good sit down.
"That substance remover is a bit itchy," she told the twins.
"Sorry about that, we'll have to work on it…put a calming agent in it or summat."
"You should get a break in before the next few items," Fred suggested. "I'm going to get some stuff ready for it."
Mary complied, and told the twins that she would be upstairs for a few moments if they needed her. Once she was out of earshot, George turned to his brother. "Are you going to tell me what we're going to do, exactly?" he asked, going slightly pink. "I don't like all this secretive business."
"George, will you relax. You're my brother, my best friend, and my twin…I'm not going to do anything to hurt you," Fred replied without really answering anything.
"Fine," George conceded. "I'll put everything I have in your hands…but if I come of looking like a git, I'll murder you and adopt Ron as my twin."
Fred snorted. "Right. I'd put a million galleons against that threat," he replied. George cracked a grin. It was hard to stay mad at your other half.
When Mary returned to the backroom there was a chair set up for her and the twins were pulling out a potion. She quirked an eyebrow at the smile that they shared before they welcomed her back and took a seat. "I'll ask your permission before we do this next experiment," Fred told her.
"Because it's a bit…risqué, you see," George explained.
"Right. And because you might be put in some discomfort for a while."
"What exactly does this experiment entail?" she asked, looking from one cheeky red head to the other.
"Well we're working on an arousal potion," Fred started.
"It's different than a love potion, because it's only designed to arouse the person in question, not make them all swoony," George continued.
"And we need to know how powerful it is and how long the effects last…"
"And if sexual climax will take away the…erm…well the urge."
"Will you do it?" Fred asked her eagerly.
"As long as you promise not to take advantage of my situation," she said slowly, "Like letting anyone else know about this or parading a bunch of customers in front of me in order to try and get me to attack them, I suppose it'll be alright."
"Cross our hearts," Fred said with a grin.
"We will have to monitor your state, though," George pointed out.
"And there will have to be ample exposure to the male specimen; after all…one can't exactly avoid the opposite sex, can they?"
Mary's hair was white again with bright pink ends, but she was determined to keep her job and prove to the boys that she was just as good at this kind of thing as they were so they'd keep her on. "Ok then, let's have it."
The twins grinned wickedly and handed her a bottle of what looked like purple smoke. They left the backroom so as to avoid any side effects from involuntary contact with the stuff and came back several moments later. Mary had downed the contents of the bottle, which really was a liquid, and was sitting in her chair looking a bit flustered. "Do you think it worked?" Fred asked his twin as they moved closer to her.
"You two are actually quite attractive," she said, reaching out to brush his arm with a coy smile.
"I think we can say that's a 'yes,'" George answered. Mary sat down and cleared her throat.
"Sorry about that…effects of the potion, I'm guessing?"
"Right you are. And it'll probably get worse," Fred told her.
"How do you feel?" George asked cautiously.
"How am I supposed to feel?" she asked, biting her lip a bit. "I'm so randy I think I'd shag Draco Malfoy were he to walk in the door right now."
Fred let out a loud laugh, but George was a bit less than pleased. "Funny," he said. "We'll have to keep an eye on you at all times…can't have you pulling some poor customer off into a corner of the shop and giving him more than he's paid for."
"Alright," she agreed. It was getting increasingly more difficult for her to concentrate on anything they were talking about as she watched their mouths. She remembered her daydream and how they were bucking against one another, desperate for release and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She wanted them to be rubbing against her…invading all her senses and doing unspeakable things to her unmentionables.
"We should find out if she's had experience in this area before or not," Fred suggested, edging out of Mary's grasp as she inadvertently moved closer to them.
"I suppose so," George agreed. He turned to Mary and swallowed, she looked to be in a right state and was looking pointedly at his trousers. "Hello…right. Have you ever shagged anyone?" he asked.
"No, but you're damned near to being the first," she purred, reaching out for him. Fred was bent double laughing and George was feeling distinctly…awake.
"Right…well at least we know it works on virgins as well," he told his twin as Mary caressed his inner thigh. "Ahh…I'd better take you upstairs," he told her, guiding her hand away from his growing problem.
"Great…I've been wanting that for a while."
As Fred continued to clutch his stomach, George steered Mary toward the stairs. She nearly caught him, pinning him against the door as soon as they were back in the apartment and rubbing her body against him. She shuttered, feeling the obviousness of his arousal as well and he had to force her off of him and onto the couch. He left her there for a moment to inform Fred of her state, which he suggested George take the first shift at monitoring, then returned, hard and his will weakening to her.
When he entered the apartment again, Mary was completely naked and running her fingers along her cunt much as she had in his dream. He swallowed hard and her previously closed eyes opened to find him watching her. "Like what you see?" she asked him. "You can have it, you know."
"Merlin's pants!" he half yelled, retreating to the backroom of the shop. Fred poked his head through the door curiously. He had gone to the front to help Verity with the noontime rush.
"What's happened?" Fred asked, noting his brother's ragged breath and tented pants.
"She's starkers…and touching herself!"
Fred burst into laughter once again, much to George's annoyance. "Go back up there…you're supposed to be watching her."
"If I watch her doing that much more, I'll be the one in need of a good shag!"
"So…that's a bit of the experiment isn't it? We've got to see if a shag reduces the effects. You like her…you're just the man for the job."
"If this wasn't so painfully brilliant, I'd kill you," George told his brother. He took a steadying breath and returned to the apartment to find Mary still in a state of serious arousal.
"Well I've been trying to keep myself calm," she said, sounding a bit more sane than she had a few moments earlier. "I'm sorry, George…this potion is working way too well."
She was still naked, but she'd draped a blanket around herself, covering her body from view. "Right. Well I've got a few things to do in my room, but I'll be watching you, don't worry. Just keep being…aroused."
He made a beeline for the bedroom door but she stopped him with a loud moan. He turned around to see if she was alright and found her kneading her full breasts. "George, you've got to help me. I can't take much more of this."
"Sorry. I can't take advantage of you like this…" He opened the bedroom door and was about to lock himself inside to take care of his reaction to her state, but she moved forward, letting the blanket drop to the floor.
"George, I've wanted you for so long…and I want you so badly."
He cleared his throat, urging his body to cooperate and close the door, sealing off her seductive power over him, but it simply froze as she approached. "Mary…" he started, but she was kissing him then and he could do nothing but kiss her back. His arms went around her his hands began searching the contours of her body as he plunged his tongue into her mouth and ravaged it much the same way he wanted to do with other parts of her.
She slipped her hand under his robes and into his trousers to connect with his erection, which pleased him thoroughly. She started to stroke him and it was all he could do not to pull her into the room behind him and shag her senseless. He got a grip on himself, however, and pulled away. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he closed the door. He spent the next hour thrusting into his own palm and listening to the moans of the girl on his couch, pleasuring herself while thinking of him.
