The twins became bolder as the Holiday neared a close, Mrs. Weasley caught them kissing Lyra's cheek and shooed them away from her on a few occasions. That was until Mrs. Weasley was toting around the laundry and stumbled upon Fred attempting to braid Lyra's hair. Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but smile when her son smacked his brother's hand away from trying to help. Lyra read silently until the two of them worked together and created something that closely rumbled a braid. Her sons beamed proudly as Lyra wore it for the whole day and refused to let Ginny fix it. Thuban also stopped hovering but winced whenever he was in the same room as the three of them. He stayed close to his friends while Harry strategically placed himself in the same room as Ginny who didn't mind the bespectacled company.

Lyra laughed as the twins pulled her towards the door, tossed a jacket at her and draped a scarf around her neck. She groaned and fixed the coat, stumbling over a forgotten shoe only to have George hold her stable. "Be careful." Lyra smoothed her hair and blushed at his lingering touch. They held the door for her and patted her behind as she walked through, Lyra turned and glared. She rolled her eyes when Fred and George pointed to one another, neither accepting the blame. They were both guilty.

George pulled her after him and Fred rushed past, up the hill to the quidditch pitch. "Got a surprise for you." George was smiling furiously at Fred who held three broomsticks.

"It's broad daylight what are you-"

"Not going far, love, don't worry." Fred offered her a broom and she took it hesitantly. "You do know how to fly right?"

"Of course it's just. Well, what if your mom-"

"Mum won't care. We're not leaving the property. It's just a walk that's a little too wet to get where we're going."

"Are you sure you can fly?" George and Fred were already in the hair and floated around her, "We all know the American's aren't the best at Quidditch." The twins teased.

"We do have Quodpot." The twins laughed and she held the broom at her side.

"Fancy." Fred smirked as she rose in the air, Lyra didn't mount the broom, rather she sat across the length and held the stick with a single hand.

"How lady like." George smirked and Lyra held her skirt against the wind. "God you're beautiful."

Lyra frowned, "You should have told me we were going on a broom! I wouldn't have worn a skirt." She tugged her scarf higher, aware of how pink her cheeks were and the fact that her nose was slightly runny from the cold. "Where to boys?"

"Try and keep up." The twins shot off like rockets, Lyra smiled and jerked slightly as she followed after them. The icy wind tore through her hair and stung her exposed cheeks, she held her broom handle firmly and with her free hand she pulled her scarf high on her nose. The twins separated in either direction and she groaned. Lyra braked slowly and hovered for a moment over the tall grass and the marshy surrounds of their home. "Come on then!" One of the brothers shouted from above her and leant forward on his broom, pulling it up and shooting into the sky.

Lyra smirked and followed slowly, letting the broom raise horizontally as the twins circled her.

"Where are we going?" She laughed and watched them roll and flip in the sky.

"This way!"

"No this way!" The twins darted in either direction and Lyra shook her head.

"Cut it out!" She laughed and let her broom sink until she was right above the grass, kicking it lightly as she waited for them to return. "I'm not going to choose between you." Lyra said with a pout.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Fred shouted as he soared past her followed by George. She flew after them and they swirled around her playfully until they broke away and landed in front of a large tree in the middle of an open field. She landed after them and hopped from the broom before it got too close to the ground.

"You're adorable." George admired the windburn that reddened her face as she pulled her scarf down.

"Tada." Said Fred, Lyra admired the large, old, tree and wondered what it would be like in spring, perhaps it had blossoms.

"Pretty." The twins brushed past her and tapped the trunk in two specific places simultaneously.

"We thought we would make our own burrow, " the twins stepped into the trunk that split open and she followed down a dark swirling staircase, bumping into one of the brothers and who laughed and held her hand in the dark. Lyra watched the tips of their wands light up and shoot small bolts into the room, candles lit one by one until the room was filled with a warm glow. "Nice right?" Lyra nodded and stepped into the room, George flopped on a sofa and shot his wand towards a fireplace that lit instantly.

"Cozy." She smiled as she stepped away from Fred's hand and unwrapped her scarf. "It's like the Lost Boys."

"Lost boys," Fred laughed and sat in a patchwork chair, "I quite like that, ay George?" The twins nodded.

"No, it's from a book, Peter Pan." She ran her hand over a bookshelf and smirked at the lack of dust, "He's a boy that never grows old. He has a bunch of boys called the Lost Boys and they live in this huge tree- Hangman's Tree- in Neverland." She turned and blushed as both brothers stared at her. "Perhaps I'll get you both a copy."

"We'll be leaving just after New Years." Lyra paused, before she finished touring the circular room, and stared past George to the raised sleeping area.

"I see, and you both just thought-" George turned to follow her eyes and laughed.

"No." He laughed and sat up slowly, tugging his shirt to make it less restricting. "I mean that's not our priority." He added quickly when her eyes saddened slightly.

"We're all for it really. But that's not why we brought you here." Fred held his hand out for her and she crossed the room to take it, "Something special." He placed a small box in her hand and she frowned down at it. It was a wooden box with a clear lid and a bronze clasp, inside was a large cream colored button.

"Thank you?" Fred pulled her onto his lap and opened it slowly.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George." The twins smiled and tugged her hand over it, pressing her finger to the button along with one of their own. She was jerked roughly by her navel, Lyra's head spun and the twins held her steady.

"New product?" She frowned, "You should note that I feel nauseous."

"First time using a port key?" George led her to a soft sofa and she frowned, looking around as her head spun.

"Port key? The button is a port key?"

"And it brings you here. Every time, without fail." Fred's hands were in his pockets and he rocked on his heels proudly. "Works inside Hogwarts too, only one to be able to do so." He boasted.

"And here," she held her stomach, "is where exactly?"

"Our flat." Lyra blushed, "Right above our shop."

"I don't understand." The twins laughed and George closed the small box and set it aside.

"Well, it's not like we can visit you in Hogwarts." He smiled down at her and then sat beside her, tossing his feet up on the table.

"It makes traveling a bit faster, you can just pop in whenever you want to see us."

"Or maybe just one of us." George smirked.

"It'll take you back to where you were when you touched it, two way ticket." Fred was filled with pride, "Been working on this since we opened, but the Ministry deemed it improper since they have to approve every Portkey."

"And did they approve this one?"

"Not a chance." George winked. Lyra stood and shrugged her coat off, "You play?"

"Chess?" She smiled, "Of course, pretty good." She frowned and remembered the late nights spent playing with Draco in his room. "A guy I knew taught me."

"Tea?" George stood and brushed passed his brother who brought a Wizard Chess board to the coffee table.

"Mint if you have it."

"Sugar?"

"Honey?" She smiled shyly and Fred crossed his legs under the short table "Black please."

"Naturally." He turned the board and she smiled. She beat him twice and he groaned when George sat behind her, his knees on either side of her. "Want to give it a go?"

"If she can beat you she can beat me." She smiled and accepted the steaming cup of tea. "I'd wager my shirt on it."

"I'll take that bet." Lyra laughed and took a long drink of her tea. George winked at his brother and they switched places.

"Go easy on me alright." Said George as he sat across form her.

"Not a chance." Lyra laughed and watched George straighten. They played for a while and she frowned when his knight took her queen.

"Check Mate." George sat back and cocked his head smugly. "You play well. For an American."

Lyra scoffed but couldn't stop smiling, "You played me."

"Again?" George reset the board and froze when he glanced up from it. "Lyra, what are you doing?"

She unbuttoned her shirt slowly and shrugged, "You bet your shirt. I lost." She tossed it roughly at his face and he pulled it away with a smile. "Care to bet your trousers?"

"If he won't I will." Lyra rolled her shoulders and grinned when Fred finally agreed.

The twins sat, baffled in their boxers while Lyra had only lost her top. "Pity." She patted the pile of clothes, "Looks like I win, unless you want to be naked."

"She's good." Fred scratched his head.

"Not my first rodeo with swindlers." She watched the brothers through her lashes as they stood, she busied herself with the board and reset it slowly.

"Impolite to stare." George sat behind her and rubbed her shoulders skillfully. "Shall we get dressed then, Wizard Chess Champion?" She laughed and moaned at his touch.

"Unless you have a better idea." He guided her back and lifted her chin gently so she looked up at him. He leant over her and kissed her slowly, Lyra hummed at his tender touches.

"I have loads of ideas." He cupped her face as they kissed, George nipped her bottom lip playfully and she squealed when another pair of hands touched her. She sat up and only had a moment to notice the coffee table was pulled across the room before Fred leant in for a kiss. Their legs were staggered and his hand was on her hip while George combed her hair slowly.

"Woah." Lyra's eyes fluttered open, and the twins laughed. George offered her his hand and led her to a bedroom. "Who's room-"

"Yours." Fred kissed her again, and pushed her slowly onto the bed and George climbed in after them.

"Ours, if you want it." Her head spun as she lost track of who was touching her where. While she kissed one brother the other stroked her gently, nipping her neck and collar bone and sucked on her now exposed breast. Fred and George were so in sync it made her head fuzzy, when Fred stopped kissing her, George turned her head with the slightest touch of her chin and pulled her into a kiss even more intense. Fred kissed a trail over her chest and then down her body until he reached the top of her skirt. She squirmed slightly as he tugged it off, but still kept himself firmly between her legs.

"Shit." Fred sucked in a breath and George broke their kiss to glance at his brother. Fred traced her brand and frowned, "Who would do such a thing?"

"I'm sorry I-" he kissed it lightly and George tucked her hair behind her ear.

"D. M." Fred hummed as he kissed her stomach, leaving a wet trail as he moved lower and lower. "I'll be sure to brand the bastard if I ever see him."

She gasped when Fred moved her underwear to the side and continued his kisses. "Fred-"

George quieted her with a light kiss, "Don't mix us up now." She closed her eyes as the twins kissed her again, moaning when George moved from her mouth to her breast.

"Fuck." Lyra moaned and rolled her hips into Fred as his tongue tortured her.

"Let me taste her." She watched as Fred moved, positioning himself at her side and George pulled her to the edge of the bed. He knelt between her legs and Fred kissed her deeply, Lyra moaned as George's tongue darted inside her and he sucked lightly.

"You taste amazing," Fred growled and deepened their kiss, his hands groped her body greedily and she moaned into his mouth when his brother slid a finger inside her.

"Holy shit." Fred sucked on her nipple while he pinched her other, George added another finger and her back arched towards them.

"Who do you want first?" She shook her head, Lyra didn't want to choose, how could she when they both felt this good. She reached for Fred who moaned against her when she touched him through his boxers.

"Please." She pushed his boxer lower and he helped her remove them. He groaned when Lyra led him to her mouth, with her free hand she gripped George's hair as his fingers flexed inside her. He kissed her between her thighs and her body shivered.

He didn't give her a break and as soon as he removed his fingers, he thrust himself slowly into her. It was agonizing how slow he moved, and he traced her body's curve before holding her waist as he stroked slowly. Lyra moaned and Fred caressed her jaw before fisting his hand in her hair to push himself deeper. "Oh my," she pulled from him, panting and stroking him while she leant on his leg. George began moving faster, "God." She groaned and dragged her tongue along Fred's length. "Fuck, Lyra." She smiled when she pulled away from him with a pop, she swirled her tongue around his head and stroked him as she sucked.

"Right there," Lyra panted and moaned, and Fred pushed her onto him again. She squealed and gagged as she tensed around George's fingers, the brothers pulled from her in unison.

"Turn around." She moved and gasped when Fred pulled her hips towards him and pulled her onto her knees. He kissed the back of her neck and then her shoulder as George moved to lay around her. "Good girl." Fred spanked her when she arched her back and pushed against him as he lead himself inside her. His urgent pace provoked her to suck faster and George groaned when she pushed him into her throat.

"Fuck, easy Lyra, I'm going to-" George moaned loudly and Lyra gaged as he came in her mouth. She swallowed around him and his breathing hitched when she moaned with him still in her mouth, sucking and stroking as he twitched lightly.

Lyra moaned loudly and Fred thrust into her. She watched George's eyes glint when she licked her lips, he sat up and leant forward to kiss her. Lyra panted into George's mouth in time to Fred's thrusts and gasped when George began rubbing her clit.

"Cum for us." Lyra whimpered as Fred commanded her orgasm tear through her, his voice sent her tumbling over the edge. "What a good girl, Lyra." George kissed her deeply and she whined. Fred held her shoulder as he fucked her harder. Her body shuttered under George's fingers and the staggering pace of Fred who was moaning her name.

"Where do you want it?" He moaned and pulled from her, stroking himself quickly, Lyra turned to him and pulled Fred into her mouth and he cursed. George kissed her back, nipping at her sensitive skin on her shoulders and moving lower as she bobbed. Fred chuckled when Lyra kissed the tip after he finished, he touched her bottom lip gently then bent to kiss her. "Fucking hell."

The twins watched her as she pulled her shirt from the sofa and buttoned it slowly, George stared from the sofa and Fred from the kitchen as he made lunch. "D.M?" He questioned slowly.

"Darius Mont?" Fred offered, pointing at them with the knife and then sucked his teeth, "No," he shook his head.

"What's Dean's last name?" George called to Fred in the kitchen.

"Thomas."

"Ah," George stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Perhaps, it's from my time in Ilvermorny?" Lyra frowned and plopped next to George who scooped her leg up across him and began rubbing her leg.

"Damion Minks!" George shouted, "No Ginny said he's a first year."

"Draco Malfoy?" Fred watched Lyra shiver at his name, "Couldn't be him."

"No." George agreed, accepting the plate his brother offered. "Couldn't be." Lyra shrank as she chewed her sandwich thoughtfully, "What time should we be back, I don't want your mom to worry."

"You can't be serious," George laughed, "Draco? Draco Malfoy? You slept with Draco Malfoy?"

"Would you two stop it." She smacked George's hands away from her knee and crossed her legs. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You expect us to believe it's a birthmark then?"

"If you like." She could feel the tension in the air, "You act like you haven't slept with anyone before me."

"So you admit it then?" She frowned at Fred.

"No, but-"

"Anyone we've slept with, all of them combined wouldn't be half as bad as Draco Malfoy." George frowned as he ate.

"It would be like us shagging," he searched for names, "That Lestrange broad," he ticked his head, "Which would be awful since she's like our cousin, four times removed I think, but she's like downright evil."

"I don't know who that is. And I didn't really know about Draco when I first came here."

Fred sighed and rubbed his face, "When we joked about sharing you, it was more between us and not at all with anyone else."

"Oh, no, I'm not-" Lyra frowned, "We're not, at least I don't think-"

"This got loads more complicated."

"You're telling me," Lyra laughed, "He was dark and brooding and hot," the twins snorted, "and then he-" she frowned and starred at the floor, "He tried mixing me up in some of his," she sighed "his mess and I couldn't-"

"You made the right choice," George nodded along with his brother. "Overheard Harry talking to father, and he thinks he's taking up the reins as Death Eater of the house since daddy's been shipped one way to Azkaban."

"Please don't tell Harry."

"About us or that you fucked a Death Eater?" Fred's words were bitter and shocking, Lyra stared at the floor.

"About Draco." She messed with her bracelet and the twins frowned, "He gave it to me. It won't come off." Lyra flinched when Fred pulled his wand from the table and George patted her knee gently as he passed her to the kitchen.

"We're not Death Eaters. No matter how mad we get at you, we wouldn't hurt you Lyra." Fred waved his wand and caught a small tin as it flew from the hall. He stood and offered it without looking at her, "It gets rid of scars. If you wanted to," he cleared his throat, "you don't have to. It's your body." Lyra laughed to herself and took the tin gladly. "George, could you take Lyra home? I have an errand to run for mum."

Lyra closed the case with the button and tucked it into the pocket when they appeared in the underground Burrow, "He's angry with me."

"Yes."

"And you."

"I-" George let out a frustrated laugh and watched her grab her scarf and wrap it around her. "I wish you would have told us sooner, maybe?" He shook his head, "Well, no I don't think that's it. I wish you didn't have that brand and we never found out."

"I wasn't really thinking about it, or him really."

"He might actually kill him if he ever sees him again." Lyra's mouth dried and George groaned, "You could look a little less concerned about Malfoy. I thought you wanted this Lyra, us."

"I do, I just don't know what we are, really." He held her hands and frowned.

"Lyra, I-" he shook his head, "We, both of us, really like you and want more than just sex," she blushed and George smirked, "You being extremely talented in that area is purely a bonus." Her whole body flushed and he laughed. "You should know by now that we wouldn't just want a quick shag every now and then. We spent weeks trying to just get you to flirt back."

"You were persistent to say the least. You two should learn Occlumency by the way." Lyra stared at their hands. "I could teach you both."

"Oh, we're fine."

"No seriously, Ban he's a Le-"

"We know Lyra," he smiled widely, "Fred and I just like messing with him." Lyra hit his shoulder, "But now since, well..." He tapped his head with his knuckles. "Vault. Your secrets are safe with us." George stepped forward and kissed her gently, "Would be weird if your brother could see all the faces you make when you-"

"I do not make faces!" Lyra huffed and led him from the "Burrow" and shivered in the cold air.

It was late New Years Eve when Fred finally returned to his family home. George and Lyra separated quickly when the door to his room opened, he shielded her with his shirtless body and was yelling for the intruder to leave.

"You're no fun. I thought we were sharing."

"God damn it Fred." Lyra pulled the sheet over her when George rolled from the bed with a sigh.

"I'm going to get a snack, Mum downstairs?" He pulled a sweater over his head and pecked Lyra.

"Wait, what- where are you going?" But George was gone and Lyra frowned at Fred. "What took you so long to come back. I was getting worried."

"Sure looks like it." He kicked off his shoes. "You can go if you want, I mean George is downstairs."

"What are you talking about?"

"They way you're covering yourself. It's obvious."

"Because you just barged in here and I if I'm being honest you did interrupt. I don't really know what to do since it was George-" she shrugged, "It's a different mood with you."

"Mood." Fred smirked, flicked the light off and stalked towards her. "So what kind of mood are you in Lyra." He held her face and she kissed his palm, "What kind of mood should I be in?"

"A quick one. Before anyone suspects anything."

"They already suspect something. Come here." He pulled her from his brother's bed and pushed her into the door.

"What are you doing?" Fred kissed down her neck and she moaned against his touch.

"Try to keep quiet darling." He knelt in front of her and gasped, "Are you trying to get us in trouble with this?" he rolled her short skirt up and pulled her underwear down her legs. Fred kissed her thigh and snapped her garter straps, "Utterly indecent." Lyra hummed when Fred lifted her leg over his shoulder and kissed between her thighs, teasing her with his subtle licks and kisses.

"Fred," moaned Lyra, "Spell the door."

"No." He smiled and plunged his tongue deeper inside her. "You got all dressed up for my brother?" Fred pulled from her and she watched him suck on his fingers.

"Yes." She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning loudly when he pushed two of his fingers into her. "You're still mad?"

"Mad?" He stood slowly with his fingers still moving inside her, "Frustrated." He moaned and kissed her deeply. "You let someone like him touch you." Fred wasn't talking about his brother. All she could think about was Draco, how he had a similar reaction when Neville kissed her. Fred undid his belt and popped the button on his trousers with his free hand. Lyra moaned into their kiss and gasped when he led himself into her. "God, you're wet." Fred growled and kissed her deeply. Lyra could only think of Draco, when he took her in the Library against the bookshelves. Lyra moaned and Fred smiled against her lips and lifted her other leg, she yelped at the new angle. "Quiet." They laughed and he held her against the door. She shook Draco from her as she stared at Fred, his lips parted and panting as he moved slowly against her. He was gorgeous and his eyes were tender as he watched her moan his name. Lyra wasn't afraid of Fred, he made her feel safe and special, she leant forward and kissed him. Any thought of Draco vanished and she was engulfed with how Fed made her feel, how he felt inside her.

"I've missed you." Lyra held Fred's shoulders and he let her legs drop, "Oh." He pushed her over the old dresser that creaked under her weight. "Fuck," she moaned his name and he rubbed her shoulders as he thrust.

"I'm sure the whole house will hear if you don't keep quiet Lyra."

"Sorry." She smiled and moaned again as he pushed his full length into her. "But you feel so fucking good." Panted Lyra and Fred moaned as she pulsed around him. She bit her lip and groaned against the top of the dresser, her body shivering. "Fuck, I missed you." She moaned his name again and he came undone, moaning loudly and then pulled from her slowly. Fred thrust inside her one last time before stepping away from her and tucking himself into his pants. Fred helped Lyra straighten herself pulling her skirt down and smoothing the fabric nicely, he smoothed her hair and smiled.

"You look so different when you wear your hair down like this."

"I hate it really." She blushed and he kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Then change it." He backed away from her and scooped her underwear from the floor.

"Thanks I-"

"I think dinner's done," he stood in the doorway and winked, stuffing her underwear in his pocket. "Should I tell them I just ate?" he smirked when Lyra swelled with embarrassment, she listened to him bounce down the stairs and his mother greeted him vibrantly.

"Have you seen Lyra?"

"I haven't yet, why?" He sounded so innocent.

"She told me earlier she wasn't feeling well and I had George help her to Ginny's room. Ginny dear would you get your friend for dinner?"

The girls met on the landing, "I'm sorry."

"They've been less annoying and stopped teasing me about Harry, so it doesn't bother me anymore." Ginny laughed, "They've never acted like this before. Should we plan another wedding?" She was teasing and Lyra flushed at the thought of it, "I'm not sure my mother could handle more Veelas though."

Lyra made eye contact with Fred as he sucked the tip of his finger, he raised his eyebrow tauntingly and she sat in between her brother and George.