Fred's POV*

"Shouldn't you go after her, Hopper?" I sighed, sinking back down into my armchair. Terry looked from me to the portrait hole, looking lost. It was just swinging shut after Daisy.

"Yeah, man... I mean, fair enough, she fucked Draco, but you also fucked her brother." George shrugged. "You're both hurt and you both made mistakes."

Terry looked down at his feet. A tear dripped from his face onto the carpet.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're both right." Our Ravenclaw friend said quietly, glancing back up at the portrait hole. "She's my best friend. Nothing can come between us."

I turned to glare into the fireplace as Terry practically sprinted for the portrait hole. So she fucked Draco. And Lavender Brown. And Cormac McLaggen. The deeply burning, twisting feeling in my stomach intensified as I subconsciously formed a fist with my hand.

"So that's four other people she's fucked now." I said, hating how hurt my voice sounded.

George turned to me, tilting his head. "Four? I thought it was six."

"Wait, what?" I sat forward. "Ford, McLaggen, Lavender, and now Malfoy. Who else?"

"Romilda Vane and Blaise Zabini." George said. "Didn't you hear?"

I scoffed. "She wouldn't fuck Zabini. That's a rumour."

George shook his head. "Er... all the Slytherins that were skipping class that day heard them. Plus, Floppy's fallen out with him because they fucked, because apparently now Zabini's went and 'tainted' her."

My twin rolled his eyes, but I was in shock. Seriously? Daisy fucked Zabini? Daisy, are you fucking serious?

"Why would she want to..." I trailed off, my voice faint. George, looking sympathetic, leaned forward and patted my shoulder.

"Softpaw did tell me that she thought he was, to quote her, 'hot as hell.' So... I don't think it particularly mattered to her that he's a Slytherin. It's not like she's looking for a boyfriend, here, Fred."

"Whatever." I muttered. "She's still had sex with six other people."

"And me." Ginny chirped in as she swept past. George and I whirled around in our seats, eyes widened.

"WHAT?"

The three of us argued until Terry came back; noticeably pale, worried, and alone.

"Guys, I can't find her." Terry said hurriedly. "I can't find Softpaw anywhere -"

I immediately shot up from my seat. "Where have you looked? I'll come and help - Bushy -"

But George was already at my side, beside an anxious Terry. He glanced at our sister. "Ginny, stay here in case Daisy comes back to the common room, okay?"

Ginny shrugged. "I wasn't going anywhere."

"Okay, let's go." I said, striding towards the portrait hole. Has something happened to her? Terry's her best friend. He always knows where she hides. If he can't find her... can anyone? Did Floppy do something...?

"Guys, are we thinking Floppy?" George asked.

"Yes." Terry and I chorused. "Definitely." I added.

"I mean... are we sure she's not just... you know..."

"Fucking somebody else?" I gritted my teeth as we made our way down the corridor, checking in every empty classroom we came across. "Well, let's check the Map and see."

As Terry and George peeked into two classrooms around the corner, I took out the Marauder's Map from my pocket and scanned the school for Daisy's name.

And after a few minutes, Terry joining me in searching, my eyebrows furrowed.

"She's not on it." I stated. My stomach was twisting, just in a different way now. The jealousy was all gone. It was replaced with... something else.

"Neither's Floppy..." Terry said slowly, his voice shaking.

I raised my head from the Map, looking into Terry's wide brown eyes. I saw myself reflected in them, paler than he was.

"M-maybe she just left to go to Hogsmeade, through one of the secret passages." Terry said. "Maybe she's just going to drown her sorrows in Firewhisky."

"Without this?" George's voice sounded from a classroom around the corner. Terry and I exchanged a glance, and followed the sound.

George was standing at the front of the room, staring down at a wand on the floor. I stuffed the Map into my pocket as I approached, crouching to pick it up.

"It's Daisy's." I breathed. I felt lightheaded.

"Why would Daisy go anywhere without her wand?" George said. He sounded very uneasy.

I straightened up, forcing myself to stop shaking. "She wouldn't. We need..." I took a deep breath. "We need to go to Dumbledore."

~~~

"I need not ask where you got this particular map from." Dumbledore said as he peered down at the Marauder's Map, which was spread out on his desk. "But you are quite certain that it knows the whereabouts of every single person in this school?"

"Yes, sir." Terry said, his voice high with anxiety. Him and George were seated before Dumbledore's desk, their fingers digging into the arms of the chairs, their knees bouncing. Harry, having been called in by McGonagall, was standing by the window, hands clenched into fists, staring into the darkness outside. I was pacing the room, and jumped when McGonagall re-emerged with Snape, Sirius, Emily, and Lupin.

"Where is my goddaughter?" Sirius roared, striding across the room to Dumbledore's desk. "Where is she? You were supposed to protect her!"

"Sirius!" Emily leapt forward, grabbing Sirius's arm. "Stop! Dumbledore, is it true? Has Daisy been taken?"

"Daisy is missing from the castle, yes, Emily." Dumbledore said calmly. "Sirius, please sit down. We need to discuss a plan of action, and instruct the other Order members."

"What are we supposed to discuss? Why are we all hanging around in here instead of out there looking for her?" Sirius said, gesturing furiously towards the door.

"Minerva, can you please escort Harry, Fred, George, and Terry back to their Houses?" Dumbledore said.

"I want to go to Gryffindor." Terry said immediately.

"Very well. Minerva?"

McGonagall reached out a shaky arm to guide us toward the door, but I whirled around.

"George and I are of legal age!" I said, my voice almost as furious as Sirius's. "We want to join the Order. And I want to know what's happening with Daisy. I want to help."

George stood beside me, and nodded.

Dumbledore looked between us. I saw a flicker of what I could only describe as weariness in his eyes, but a second later it was gone.

"Alright. Harry, Terry, Professor McGonagall will inform you of any updates as soon as we receive them. We will do our very best to find your sister and best friend."

George and I made eye contact as McGonagall escorted a panicked Harry and Terry out of Dumbledore's office. We turned to Dumbledore as he took a deep breath, and Sirius looked at us both with a mixture of furious anxiety over Daisy, and admiration.

"Fred. George. There is something you have to know about the weapon that Lord Voldemort is after. It has not been made yet."

~~~

Daisy's POV* *earlier*

"C'mon, he's waiting for you."

I took Floppy's hand as he pulled me up from the chair, letting the ropes drop from me. I was dazed; my mind was only set on one thing, and it was Tom Riddle.

Floppy's smirking face faded into the background as he tugged me out of the classroom and down a hallway. He stopped us halfway down and tied a blindfold over my eyes, and I let him, giggling lazily.

"Are you gonna surprise me with him?" I giggled feebly.

"Oh, yeah, Weakling." I could hear the smirk in Floppy's voice but didn't care. "Now, keep quiet; I don't want anyone to hear us."

"Why?" I frowned. "Is it because they all think Tom's evil? But he'd never hurt me... I love him!"

"Yes, I'm aware." Floppy sounded amused. "Your stupid friends all think he's the evilest man alive. They'd never let you go near him if they had the chance."

"Well, they ARE stupid, then." I declared, stumbling a little over my feet, as I couldn't see where I was going. "So what if he's evil? It's so hot..."

I felt my lips curl into a small smile as I said it. His evil red eyes, and how they always looked at me like THAT... yum.

"Stop." Floppy said. I halted, swaying on my feet. I heard the sound of a door opening, and Floppy pushed me through. He took my hand again, pulling for a few more steps until he stopped us again. Another, smaller door opened, and I was pushed forward again. I tripped over something on the floor, and fell, crying out in pain as I landed painfully. My ankle was twisted weirdly, and it began to throb and burn.

"Shit." Floppy cursed above me. "Er - come on."

I felt arms lifting me up, and I was set into what felt like a small cabinet. Floppy squeezed in after me, and shut the door. A few seconds of silence later, save for the sounds of us breathing, and the door opened, me falling out onto a stone floor. I was swept up by Floppy, who hurried out of the place we were in, and suddenly I was hit by cold, fresh air.

The blindfold was removed, and I was set on the ground. I wobbled on my ankle, wincing as pain shot through my leg. I looked around. I was in a nearly empty Knockturn Alley, a few witches and wizards watching from the doorways of dodgy shops. But I didn't get to look around for too long, before Floppy took hold of my arm, and a black wind surrounded us.

I blinked. The wind disappeared, and I was in a room that was all too familiar to me. I gazed around at the entrance hall of Floppy's manor, a bit confused as to what was happening around me - I was in school, then I was blindfolded, then I was in a cabinet, then in Knockturn Alley, and now here? My brain was whirling.

My knees buckled as another shooting pain went from my ankle up my leg. Floppy caught me, sweeping me up yet again, and, with an overly smug smirk, carried me through a set of double doors.

My heart leapt in pure joy as I saw him. Tom Riddle. Standing beside the fireplace, a glass of red wine in one hand, talking to a few Death Eaters. But I didn't pay attention to them. My attention was all on Tom... what was underneath that dark cloak... crisp, fitted trousers... a designer button-up shirt, the two top buttons casually unbuttoned... his sharp jawline, his dark red eyes, narrowing as he talked... his dark hair, carefully tousled... those lips, which were quirking... then frowning.

"Why is she injured?" Tom demanded, striding towards us. I beamed, my heart exploding as my one true love approached. With a flick of his wand, my ankle stopped throbbing. "Set her down."

I was set on my feet, and I gazed at Tom. He was even better looking now that I was the right way up, and he was closer. I could appreciate his defined cheekbones... his little locks of loosely curled hair that were falling over his forehead. I batted my eyelashes up at him, and his gaze focused on me, his eyes darkening.

"Come, Daisy."

His voice was delicious... the way he said my name made me weak. I padded over to him, taking his outstretched hand, the one that had been holding his wine glass. I glanced at the fireplace; it was now on the mantelpiece. I wanted to drink the rest of that wine... put my lips where his just were... get intoxicated with him...

"Crucio!"

Floppy dropped to the ground. I watched in admiration: the way the Slytherin writhed on the ground and screamed in pain, his eyes turning jet black, made me grin. Tom's wand was pointed straight at him, and I felt my heart pounding. This was so exciting...

"I told you to bring her back to me in perfect condition!" Tom drawled, his eyes flashing. "But I suppose my mistake was trusting a demon with looking after such a... delicate girl."

His eyes were on me again. I moved my gaze from Floppy to him slowly, feeling the butterflies in my stomach writhe just like my enemy was a moment ago.

"Daisy... would you like to give Felix a little taste of your feelings towards him?" Tom said smoothly, his eyes moving over my face. "He has hurt you. And he has done so for many years. I'm sure you -"

But I was already nodding furiously. Tom smirked, bending down to snatch Floppy's wand from his grasp and handing it to me. I stared down at my classmate, twirling his wand in my fingers.

"You know the spell, Daisy..."

"Crucio!" I whispered, my brain foggy with Tom, but my intent clear. Floppy yelled and shuddered, rocking back and forth, and I felt a burst of pleasure in my stomach. Tom was watching me, his eyes darkened even further, all traces of the smirk gone.

We took it in turns to torture Floppy, as the small group of Death Eaters beside the fireplace watched. Eventually, Tom let my classmate go, giving him back his wand, and he turned to me.

"Come..."

I followed him out of the room, hot on his heels as he led me up a grand staircase and down another hallway. Suddenly, I was pressed up against the wall, Tom pressed up against me, his head bowed. He looked down at me, his dark red eyes making contact with mine so intensely that I felt all the air disappear from my lungs. I could feel his hot breath on my lips. His hands were pinning my shoulders hard to the wall, and one of his legs was fitted in between mine...

"Tom..." I purred. I saw a flicker of annoyance across his eyes.

"I want you to call me 'Master' when you address me, Daisy." Tom breathed, his face inches from mine.

I giggled lazily. "Nah, I prefer 'Tom.' It's sexy."

Tom's eyes closed briefly in irritation. "You will refer to me as 'Master.'"

"Hmm, no, I don't think I will." I smiled coyly up at him. "... Tommy."

A flash of surprise crossed Tom's face. "Why and how are you resisting me...?" He purred softly, reaching a hand up to trace along my jaw, his fingers caressing my skin gently. My heart fluttered, and I leaned in to his touch.

"I'm not resisting you..." I breathed, gazing up into his eyes.

Tom's lips descended on mine. I felt my heart explode in pleasure as he moved them passionately with mine, and I let my hands grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer. I got lost in the indescribable feeling of his lips, and when he bit down on my bottom lip, tracing his tongue ever so slightly across it, I let him in without any resistance. My mouth fell open, and Tom tilted his head, working his tongue inside, brushing against my tongue, moving around my mouth.

His hands slid down to my thighs, hoisting them up around his waist, and I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed me against the wall, slowly but passionately making out with me. Tom's hands were holding onto my ass firmly, and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue flicked mine.

Tom's mouth detached from mine, and he kissed down my neck, sucking hard on my collarbone. I gasped out, the pink clouds fogging my brain vibrating with pleasure. He bit down on my shoulder, and I let out a breathy moan. Tom's darkened eyes met mine, and suddenly I was taken off the wall. He held me up as he backed into a room beside us, kicking the door closed after.

It was a huge bedroom, a four-poster bed standing in the middle - and that was all I was able to take in before I was tossed onto it. Tom's mouth was on mine again before I could move, and he was shrugging off his cloak, kicking off his shoes, pulling off my school tie and skirt. We unbuttoned each other's shirts, and I lay back in my bra and panties, panting as Tom's eyes moved over my body, taking in every inch of me. He licked his lips before swiftly unbuckling his trousers, sliding them and his boxers down his legs. I felt a rush go through me.

Tom took a hold of my bra, unclipping it deftly, and tossing it on the floor. I sighed in pleasure as he traced his fingers along my panty line, before tearing them off me too.

We spent a few more minutes making out, and I was trembling violently by the time Tom decided he wanted me. The pink clouds in my brain were whirling around in excitement as he straightened up, gazing down at me with lust-filled eyes.

"The way you performed the Cruciatus Curse on Malfoy..." Tom purred. "It was almost... sexual for me. The ability to perform an admirable Cruciatus Curse is a very attractive quality in a woman."

I fluttered my eyelashes at him. "You really like the Cruciatus Curse, don't you, Tommy?"

"Yes." Tom said, his eyes flashing. "It is my second favourite curse."

"You can perform it on me right now, Tommy." I breathed without hesitation, my face flushed and eyes wide. "If it'll bring you pleasure. I want to bring you pleasure, Tommy..."

Tom smirked, biting his bottom lip briefly. "Mmm... on your knees, Daisy."

I slid off the bed, sinking to my knees on the cold stone floor. The pink clouds shivered in my brain, and I bit my lip, hard.

Tom pointed his wand at me, his eyes a very dark red now. "Crucio!"

I screamed as pain shot through me like I'd never felt before; I felt like every single nerve in my body was on fire. I curled up onto my side, shuddering and jerking, as my veins burned and I begged Tom to stop without being fully aware of what I was saying.

And as suddenly as the pain arrived, it departed. I lay on the cool floor, shuddering with the after-effects of the Curse, curled up in a ball.

"Come, Daisy... up you get."

An arm wrapped around me, and I was hoisted up onto the bed. I blinked away the tears in my eyes to see Tom's face hovering in front of mine, his eyes almost black. The smirk was gone; a look of pure lust and desire had replaced it.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I made to slide off the bed again, but Tom shoved me violently into the middle of the four-poster, and I shivered as I noticed how hard he was.

I crawled up to the pillows, on my hands and knees, and Tom moved behind me, his hands drifting over my ass. He grabbed onto my hips, and suddenly, without warning, he slid into me.

My hole lit up with pleasure, and the pink clouds in my brain vibrated and expanded, swirling around my thoughts and enveloping them until nothing was left but Tom, thrusting in and out of me, and the feeling of his length stuffing me and stretching me out so good.

I moaned loudly as Tom hit a sweet spot inside me, and he grabbed my hair, tugging. My head was forced back, my back arching, and I felt my knees quake as he sank into me deeper. I clenched around him, and I heard a faint swear. Tom slammed into me harder.

As Tom fucked me more and more roughly, getting faster and harder, I was also getting louder and more vocal.

"TOM! TOMMY!" I screamed as Tom hit depths in me that I'd never felt before, yanking my hair back violently, his nails digging into my hips.

Tom let go of my hair, using his free hand to force my face into the pillows instead. I yelled out into the pillow below me, my shouts and moans muffled, as Tom continued to pound into me, the pink clouds consuming my mind.

Soon, I felt my hole squeezing around Tom, pleasure exploding like a volcano as I soaked him and the bedsheets. And right after that, I felt warmth spreading inside me as Tom groaned lowly into my ear, his eyes shut and his bottom lip in between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed. This sight made the pink clouds twirl in excitement, and my core shiver.

He slipped out of me and rolled onto his back beside me, shutting his eyes and sighing deeply. I collapsed onto my front, panting quietly. I waited for him to perform the 'Tergeo' spell that would make his fluids disappear, but it didn't seem to be on his mind at all.

Instead, it looked as if he was going to sleep. I shifted closer on the bed to him. He didn't move. I slid an arm around him and lay my head on his chest, snuggling into him, and the pink clouds in my head purred, shivering.

Tom's eyes opened. "What are you doing?"

For some reason I didn't particularly care about the dangerous tone in his voice. I cuddled in closer to him.

"Snuggling with you." I murmured, closing my eyes.

He didn't reply. But I wasn't chucked off him, either. And I drifted off to sleep on Tom Riddle's chest.