A/N: Hey! I hope you're impressed by the speediness of my updating ;) Thank you so much for the reviews for the last chapter, please leave even more this time around! I love hearing what you think. Also, a quick warning that the middle section of this chapter is M-rated…hope you all like the chapter.
So clap your hands let's play,
Your moving my way,
What's in store no one can say,
So clap your hands let's play,
Your moving my way,
Last night I heard you say,We drink and we dance and I finally take off your clothes,
Your stood on the edge and I watch you falling – Drink, Dance, Play by Young Kato
"Why am I dating such an arse?!"
Viria ducked as Ginny's hairbrush soared across the room; unfortunately for Hermione, she did not. The brush cracked against the side of her head and she was forced to work it out of her wild hair with a mutinous scowl on her lips.
"What's he done now?" she asked, sounding exasperated, and Viria knew how she felt. Ginny and Michael had been dating for months, but Ginny still something new to moan about regarding him every day.
"He's just such a prat! Thinks he's being really funny, with all his clever little jokes – well he'll find it really funny when I hex him, won't he – "
Viria exchanged a glance with Hermione, "Gin…are you sure this is about Michael?"
Ginny rounded on her at once, blazing, "Of course it's about Michael! Why would it not be about Michael?! How many boyfriends do you think I have?"
"You do know" Hermione began timidly, "That Harry and Cho don't even speak anymore…don't you? That they, um…didn't work out?"
Ginny hesitated for a moment, still holding the pillow she'd been about to throw. After a minute or two, she placed it slowly back down onto the bed and perched beside it.
"Oh. I see"
"I know that there are a lot of rumours going around, but they're all complete rubbish. Harry told me about it himself" Hermione continued, now looking less timid and rather more relieved.
"Oh. Okay. Thanks"
Viria grinned a little, "So why is Michael such a prat?"
Ginny smiled sheepishly in return, "Oh, um – well, he's not, not really, bless him. He is a bit annoying though"
"But not worth throwing hairbrushes over?" Hermione queried, flinging the brush back and rolling her eyes as Ginny deftly caught it. Ginny shook her head.
"Um…no, I guess not. Sorry"
"That is good news"
They all laughed, and Ginny, now looking much happier, turned towards Viria with an expression that somehow managed to convey both amusement and concern.
"To more important matters now, I think; where were you at 3am this morning? Or, well, 3:12 to be precise. I woke up and your bed was empty"
Viria fought not to look guilty, "Oh? I'd probably just popped to the loo or something"
"Well, see, that was what I thought, and I couldn't sleep, so I waited. You didn't come back in until just before seven. And I've heard you tiptoe in around that time every night for the past week. Then you pretend to wake up with the alarm like the rest of us"
Viria squirmed; Ginny smirked; Hermione looked between them like an eager observer at a tennis match.
"Viria!" she exclaimed, "What have you been up to?!"
Their smirks and eager eyes were too much for Viria; a laugh burst out of her and a grin blossomed involuntarily on her face.
"Okay, fine! I've been staying with Fred, in the Room"
"The Room still works?" Hermione frowned, and Ginny elbowed her in the ribs, gawping.
"Hermione! That was the least important implication in that sentence" she fixed her eyes sternly on Viria, arms folded, "And?"
"Do you really need to ask? Anyway, he's your brother, I'm not giving details!"
"Well I'll just pretend we're talking about a different guy so it doesn't freak me out. We need details"
Hermione nodded vigorously, and Viria giggled nervously.
"I don't really know what to say! I mean, we've been having sex, but that's all I can – "
"That's all?!" Hermione echoed, looking horrified, "Come on! You have to give us more than that. What was it like?"
This girlish, enthusiastic side of Hermione was something that Viria rarely saw, and it made telling her and Ginny even more difficult and rather more awkward. A blush slowly crept up her cheeks.
"I, um…good? Well, the first time wasn't great…I mean, we'd waited so long that we just both got a bit…enthusiastic, and kind of rushed it, so it hurt a bit and it just wasn't all that…good"
"But after that?" Ginny prompted. Viria's blush deepened to crimson.
"It, um, it got better. And the last few times it's been…well, it's been amazing. Better than amazing. I don't even know how to describe it"
Ginny and Hermione had instinctively leant forwards, eyes wide with curiosity. Viria shifted uncomfortably, not liking the attention.
"Can we change subjects, please? Sex is great, surely that's all you need to know?"
Hermione sighed heavily, "Fine. But you've not gotten away with it"
"Definitely not" Ginny agreed solemnly, "We're gonna keep pushing you for more details"
Viria grimaced. That was a conversation she was most definitely not looking forward to.
"It's tomorrow"
Viria was sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed in the Room, wearing a baggy t-shirt; Fred lay propped against the pillows as they spoke.
"Okay" her face had fallen slightly, no matter how hard she tried to stop it.
"Where will you be during first period?"
"Transfiguration, I think. Why?"
"Ah. Good. You'll get to see it"
"See what?" her face had brightened a little, and Fred grinned with her.
"Our spectacular exit strategy"
Her smile became a grin to match his, "Ah, I see. I look forward to it"
She hesitated for a moment, then edged slowly closer to him, "I'm not looking forward to you not being here, though"
His smile slipped, "Neither am I. Make sure you don't go looking for any other guys to fulfil your needs while I'm gone"
She laughed, "Of course not. And you'll be too busy for other girls, so that shouldn't be a problem…I hope"
"It never will be. Not again"
"Good" she started to unbutton his shirt, slowly, as she spoke to him, "Kind of ironic though, really, that we've only just discovered sex…and now…you're leaving"
"Ironic and disappointing" Fred agreed, meaning it. Viria grinned at him, a mischievous grin that he knew and loved.
"Guess I'll just have to make sure that you remember this night, won't I?"
His breath was quickening as she undressed him, her touches slow and caressing, "Sounds like a plan"
Viria pulled off her t-shirt and leaned down to kiss along the slant of his jaw, the length of his neck, down across the expanse of his chest. Her teeth and lips lightly toyed with the small, hard nipples, bringing Fred a wave of pleasure that was completely new and unexpected. He moaned, especially when her hand slid down his body and began to mimic the movements of her tongue, caressing the erection that was increasingly growing and increasingly hard to bear. She looked up, dragging her lips away from his skin to meet his eyes with eyes that danced, sparkled with amusement and pleasure. Her lips began to glide lower down his body, over his torso and past the dip of his navel, following the light trail of hair that led to his cock. He reached out a hand to stop her as her lips moved along the inside of his thighs; his legs were beginning to tremble.
"Vi" he gasped, "Oh God, Vi, what are you – "
She grinned, "What do you think I'm doing?" she murmured, brushing his hand away and continuing to kiss up his inner thigh. And then he felt it, her tongue caressing him in delicate licks and swirls around the most sensitive part of him, and his moan was louder than either of them had expected. The movement of her tongue changed, progressed, and as she started to take him into her mouth Fred wasn't entirely sure of how long he could hold off. He felt the need to be inside her more than he ever had before, and he couldn't decide whether it was killing him or whether he simply loved the feeling.
"Vi" he groaned, "Vi, please, I need to – please"
Her lips released him with a soft pop, and she licked her lips slowly as she looked at him, knowing how he would react. Her eyes were darkened with a desire of her own and Fred knew that, no matter how badly she wanted to play this game, she needed the final outcome just as much as he did.
She slid up his body and came to rest on top of him, her thighs resting either side of his hips as she straddled him. Fred's eyes widened; this was new, too. She moved herself against him, slowly, deliberately, not letting him in but letting him know that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, letting him know that she felt the same. And then, in one sudden movement, he was inside her, and they both cried out at the contact. She moved on top of him, slowly at first, moving so that he could feel every inch of her, gasping and moaning with him, making the soft whimpering noises that he so loved to hear. As her pleasure mounted, she moved faster, her nails digging into his chest for leverage, her back arched, her small breasts bouncing. They were both getting louder by the second, it seemed.
"Oh fuck, Vi, yes, yes, fuck – "
"Oh God, oh God, yes, please, yes – "
By the time they came, almost in unison, both of them were screaming louder than they ever had before. It was the first orgasm they had shared together – and, as Viria rolled off of him, she couldn't help thinking that it was an experience she would rather like to repeat.
Viria had made sure to quietly murmur her goodbyes to George at breakfast that morning; she loved him like a brother, and would miss him almost as much as Fred. Fred had squeezed her hand and kissed her for longer than usual before their departure from the Great Hall that morning, but the thought of him leaving hadn't really sunk in yet. She kept her eyes strained for anything unusual all the way to Transfiguration, and sat stiff and silent throughout the lesson, causing Ginny to throw her several worried glances. It wasn't until halfway through the lesson, however, that she was rewarded for such attentiveness.
There was a great bang, then several smaller but still loud sounds, from the corridor outside; fizzes, whizzes, crashes and pops, all coming from overhead. Viria and Ginny exchanged glances before following the example of the rest of the class, who had all scraped back their chairs and were beginning to tumble out of the class, jostling one another in their hurry. Viria and Ginny followed the path created by Professor McGonagall who, rather than trying to stop her class, seemed to be as curious as they were. By following her lead they managed to force their way to the front of the crowd, now fighting with the students rushing out of other classrooms instead.
When they looked up, they found Fred and George flying on their Summoned broomsticks, both laughing, throwing fireworks and casting spells that produced some of the most amazing effects Viria had ever seen in her life. She had known what they did, of course, but until that point she had no idea exactly what magic they were capable of. The force of the fireworks had made the doors to the great hall crash open; the fifth years, all in the middle of their exam, gawked up at the display being put on for them. The only person who was still frantically scribbling was, of course, Hermione. Umbridge appeared to be in the midst of a right royal tantrum, but she could do nothing to stop them.
Viria laughed, a loud, ringing laugh, and at the sound Fred looked down, fixing his eyes on her with a wink. She winked back, and George turned to his twin.
"Ready, Fred?"
"Ready, George"
It was the most terrifying and beautiful piece of magic that any of them had ever seen. A huge dragon made of fizzing and crackling fireworks that glittered and glowed glided towards Umbridge. With a great roar it opened its mouth wide and snapped its jaws around her, the sparks breaking in a thousand pieces around her, eliciting a horrified scream. The laughter of the students was now all that could be heard; the exam had been forgotten. And Fred and George, after making their last salute to Peeves the ghost, flew off into a sky still littered with small, shimmering flames – and one word, spelled out in glittering green sparkles. A name.
Viria.
