Shortly after the first week of school, Quidditch tryouts soon followed. You were still nervous, but you did really well. Cedric's subtle reassurances guided you the whole way.
After another couple of weeks mixed with intense training, it was time for the first Quidditch match of the year: Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin.
You couldn't lie to yourself. You were nervous as all hell.
Playing against Slytherin always made your skin crawl. The whole lot of them were a ton of bullies, but with Crabbe and Goyle as beaters and Malfoy as a seeker, it felt downright dangerous.
After changing into your Quidditch robes, Cedric pulled everyone together for a brief meeting.
"Alright, mates. I know that it seems daunting. The first match of the year with the underdogs versus those merciless snakes. But let's go out there and show them why mother fucking badgers aren't to be trifled with!"
A raucous burst of cheers and applause echoed in the changing room at Cedric's short but invigorating speech.
Everyone marched out of the changing room towards the pitch, waiting for the commenter, Lee Jordan, to announce your team.
"And now, please welcome the Hufflepuff team to the pitch!" boomed Lee's voice.
You saddled your broom and kicked off with the rest of your team. The thunderous applause filled the vast and open stadium. Though not nearly as large as the one at the world cup, the noise certainly felt the same.
After you zipped around the crowd and made a spectacle of your entrance, you all flew towards the center of the pitch.
Slytherin of course made an even bigger performance out of their arrival, and they all but raced into you when meeting your team in the middle. Everyone made their way to their positions, and the chasers remained glued to the center ready to tango for the quaffle.
Madam Hooch opened the chest to release the balls, and the game was live. Zacarias snatched the quaffle first, and you zipped through the air to make yourself open for a pass if needed. Like the aggressive players they were, Slytherin's chasers all swarmed on Zacarias, and he quickly lobbed the ball your way. You were free and open with a shot at the goal, and you took it, scoring your team ten points.
While you celebrated, Malfoy whizzed past you with a speed that made you wobble. He had to have been inches from you. You tried to throw your weight to the other side and counterbalance it, and thankfully, it worked.
Even from a distance, you could see Cedric scowl at the interaction.
Draco hadn't bumped into you, so it wasn't technically a foul, but you knew you needed to watch out for yourself.
The game continued on pretty evenly matched. After about 15 minutes, you were tied 70-70. You and Zacarias were in hot pursuit of the quaffle, and Zacarias faked a bump to the opposing chaser making her drop the ball. You swooped down to capture the quaffle, and just as you caught it, you felt a dull pound into the side of your head.
The world around you was blurry and spun around you as you fell to the ground.
Some time later, you woke up in the hospital wing surrounded by Cedric, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry.
As your eyes fluttered open, you wanted to snap them shut again and go back to sleep. The ache in your head was too much to bear, and you couldn't help but groan out.
"She's awake!" shouted Cedric.
"Blimey. How many times am I going to wake up in a hospital bed and hear someone say that?" you chuckled.
"How do you feel?" asked Ron.
You gazed over your friends intently and tried to read their faces. Fred and George had their classic overly concerned glances. Ron and Harry looked almost disinterested, but more so in a way that they knew you were a champ.
Cedric's face was unreadable.
"Feel like I took a fucking bludger to the head."
"That's because you did," laughed Cedric. "Fucking Goyle hit the bludger your way."
"It was totally on purpose," piped up Fred. "Madam Hooch called off the match immediately and gave the win to Hufflepuff."
"At least some good came out of my impending doom," you laughed. The laughing made the pounding in your head throb harder, and you winched considerably. Noticing your pain, George moved closer to you.
"Hey, hey, just relax a bit, yeah?"
You nodded at him and asked the others to leave and let you rest. Of course, Fred and George hung around.
"When are you going to quit scaring us like that?" blurted out Fred.
"Hey, both accounts were not my fault!" You put on your best extreme pouty face.
"What did I say about that lip?" smirked George.
"Oh man, what DID you say about that lip, dear brother?" asked Fred.
"That she needs to keep it away before I make her put it away," answered George.
"You're right. She's always sticking her lip out at us. Or her tongue. Quite the tease she is," said Fred.
"Hi. Hello. Right here," you butted in. "As much as I love hearing about all the ways you want to 'deal' with me, my head feels like it's going to split open. So shoo."
"Fine, fine. We'll leave you to rest," said George.
"Besides. We need you fully better for what we have planned for you," whispered Fred gruffly before he sauntered out.
"Um, hey! You can't just say that and walk away!" you yelled at him. "He can't do that," you pouted.
"Careful darling," smirked George. You swatted his arm playfully, and he quickly surrendered by following his brother out.
By nightfall, you were feeling much better. You had begged Madam Pomfrey to let you leave and sleep in your own bed, but she was insistent on not letting you go through the corridors after hours.
Thankfully, rest came easy, and so did the morning.
You were glad it was a Sunday and that you had some time to catch up on some studying you missed out on from the game an the hospital.
However, Fred and George had other plans.
They were already there outside of your common room entrance when you had stepped out.
"Stalkerish much?" you teased. "How long have you been waiting here?"
"Not long," said Fred.
"Might have heard from some birdy that you were planning on going to study hall around this time," added George.
"Hmm, not sure the whole figuring out my schedule and following me around thing is working for me."
"You mean to say you DON'T want to see these shining faces 24/7?" teased Fred.
"God no, please, end the madness," you joked back.
"You'd come crawling back sooner or later," said Fred.
"I take it you're not here to come study with me," you guessed.
"Why's that?" asked Fred.
"Because you two never study? Plus, you have that stupid look on your faces."
"What look?" they both asked.
"The one where you're plotting something."
Fred and George grinned at each other, and all you could do was roll your eyes and continue through the castle to the study hall. They remained by your side the whole way, and who knows? Maybe they were planning on studying. Or just giving you some company.
How naïve you were to think that.
Once you entered the study hall, you made your way over to the first nearby, empty spot, but Fred stopped you. He pointed to the corner of the room at a secluded spot with no one near. You raised your brow at him in wonder, but followed them there anyway.
There were very few students in the hall, and only Professor Snape down at the far end grading assignments.
No one hardly paid any attention.
Fred sat down to the right of you, and George sat down on your left.
Oh boy.
You were already feeling the trouble start to seep into the atmosphere.
The twins sat so close to you that their thighs were pressed up against yours. You could already feel your pulse racing. You glanced at Fred, then at George, and huffed quietly.
"What are you up to?" you asked.
"What makes you think we're up to something?" asked George.
"You're ALWAYS up to something. Don't play coy."
"Alright, you caught us," confessed Fred. "Now that you're out of the hospital wing,"
"And safe," added George.
"We wanted to make sure you're well taken care of in every way."
You stared at Fred baffled. "No. No way. There's people here," you hissed. "Not to mention Snape! What's wrong with you both? The train was one thing, but this is a whole other level!"
Fred brushed hair away from your ear and whispered in it. "No one's going to look over here. Not unless you give them a reason to. So, I suggest that you use this as an opportunity."
"Opportunity?"
"Hone your skills. Keep yourself hushed." He immediately placed a warm hand on your thigh. You had to stop yourself from shuddering at the touch. "Besides. Don't you think the risk of getting caught makes it that much more sexy?"
You were sure your entire face was flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
George took one of your hands in his and gave it a squeeze. "Hey, you're okay. You can trust us. We won't pressure you...But I do think this would be wickedly fun." His soft expression turned devilish. You weren't sure if you would ever get used to it.
You breathed out for several seconds and closed your eyes. "Okay," you said as you reopened them. "What did you have in mind?"
The twins looked at each other with eagerness. "Let us take care of it. You just relax. And study," said Fred.
"Right...Study...I'll totally be able to do that."
Fred's hand was still on your thigh, and it started to travel upward and under your skirt. This was so reminiscent of the train. Fred wasted no time at all and tugged your panties to the side, plunging two fingers inside of you. It was the most difficult thing in the world to suppress the squeal that was rattling around your throat. George's hand followed shortly after and started to lightly rub circles around your clit.
You started to melt and relax into the sensations. You focused on your breathing to try and keep it from going ragged.
You anchored your forearms to the table for some leverage, and you tried to open your potions books to "study."
"Oooh. Invigorating potion. Loved brewing those last year," stated George. "Tell me honey, how long does it take to brew?"
"Three...hours," you breathed out. It was hard to focus on the reading when all you wanted to do was moan out.
"Good girl," cooed Fred. His fingers picked up speed over the humps of your G-spot, and your shoulders tensed at not being able to fully relax.
George slid the book away from your sight to quiz you some more. "Name all the necessary ingredients."
"Alihosty leaves, dried billywig stings, peppermint, fuck," you muttered under your breath.
"I don't recall fuck being a Potions ingredient," chuckled George.
Fred sunk his fingers as deep as they could go, and you pressed yourself forward into the table. You bit down on your lip so hard that you were sure you were about to bite it off.
"Keep going," whispered George.
"Stewed...Mandrake, infusion of woomword, honeywater, vervain infusion, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whispered. You took two deep breathes to try and calm you, but your heart was beginning to pound out of your chest. Surely the whole hall could hear it.
You could feel the crest rising in you, and you knew you didn't have much longer until you came.
Your legs started to quiver, and the twins could feel every shaky movement.
"I think she's close Georgie."
"I reckon we can't let her cum until she finishes her question,"
"I hate you both," you hissed. Instantly, George slid his two fingers downward to meet Fred's. He shoved them inside with Fred's, filling you up in a way you'd never been.
A small squeak escaped your open mouth. You couldn't bring yourself to close it or focus on anything other than the heightening arousal.
Fred used his free hand to tap your chin up. "Keep that open too long and I'll start to fantasize."
"Don't pretend you're not always thinking about my mouth on your cock," you volleyed back.
Now Fred and George were the ones with mouths agape. You could tell they weren't expecting that. Fred cursed under his breath, and you eyed down to him and saw the twitching in his pants.
"It almost feels like this plan of yours is starting to backfire," you teased.
"Nah, I think we got you right where we want you still," assured Fred.
George pulled his fingers out of you and returned to spread your stickiness all over. "Last two ingredients, darling."
You breathed in deeply through your nose and tried to recall, but it was almost impossible. Fred could sense that you were too close to the edge to focus, and he ceased his movements. You let out a low whine his way, and Fred just urged you on to relay the information.
"Scurvy glass and lovage," you said. Fred continued on with his previous pace, and you gently let your forehead bang down onto the table in frustration. When you brought your head back up, you looked over at George who was eyeing you intently. You couldn't place the look on his face.
Fascination? Adoration? Surprise? Horniness? All of the above?
You felt like you would never know the answer to that quiz question, but you kept it locked in the back of your mind.
As the twins continued to work their fingers expertly on you, you finally felt the rush of orgasm come barreling down the train tracks of your veins. Your hands were now on both of their legs, gripping tightly until your knuckles were white.
You couldn't hold back a throaty and raspy moan as it all crashed together and your tensed body slumped further into the bench.
You inhaled deeply and exhaled the same as you tried to steady yourself. Fred and George removed themselves from you and exchanged a look with each other. You wished you could better understand what was always going through their minds when they looked at each other.
Their bond intrigued you. They were always both one step ahead of everyone else, and they were always on the same page as each other.
"Seems you're fully taken care of now," laughed Fred.
"You're both so much trouble, you know that?" you laughed back.
"You like it though," commented George.
"Can't argue there," you snorted.
"What was it you told me? Wherever George and I go, chaos follows?"
All you could do was grin and shake your head at Fred's recollection of your conversation that night. You were reeling from the downfall of your elation that you almost didn't notice Cedric striding over and sitting down in front of you.
The soft slam of his books on the table made you jump.
Had he seen something?
You gulped down hard as you looked up at him with your best discreet smile.
"Hi Ced."
Cedric smirked to himself. "Ced, huh? So it's okay if you say it but not Cho?"
You rolled your eyes. "Relax. Can't blame me for being cautious about some new girl flinging herself all over my best friend."
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Fred and George sharing another look, but you couldn't make out any bit of it.
"We should go," said George firmly.
"Oh, no you don't have to!" you blurted. You didn't want them to feel threatened, but you also knew it was a disaster in the making to have these three surrounding you. Especially while sitting in your cum soaked panties, curtesy of Fred and George.
"No, it's alright. Really. We have some other things to do today." George placed a kind hand on your shoulder, and you looked him in the eyes for a bit. He held your gaze, and there was something soft there. Something that was trying to tell you that it really was alright. You nodded your understanding, and Fred and George departed.
Now, you were all alone with Cedric.