Fred's POV*
December was upon us suddenly, and the Christmas break was fast approaching. I was tired constantly, napping in the common room and in the new Room of Requirement hangout we'd created. Daisy was keeping George and I up with her night terrors, and often after the frantic tossing and turning, whimpering, then screaming so loud that she woke herself up, she'd crawl into either mine or George's bed to cuddle with us until she went back to sleep.
Not going to lie, waking up to Daisy sleeping in my arms, her head on my chest, fucked with me. I knew that this was supposed to be real. But I was just a friend to her, and it was the most frustrating thing in the world.
But every night was the same. Daisy would start whimpering in her sleep, then would start thrashing around. At this point George and I would get out of bed and try to shake her awake, and she'd wake up screaming. Usually she'd be crying and shaking, and she'd tell us she'd been having a nightmare about Riddle torturing her or raping her, at which point I'd feel like crying too, and I'd hug her tighter than I'd ever hugged anyone before.
But back to the Room of Requirement hangout. We'd created a hangout for the DA and our friends from different Houses to come and meet. It had a large living area, with comfy sofas and squashy armchairs, all mismatched colours and patterns, a fireplace, bookshelves filled with books and random little knickknacks, beanbags, magical plants in pots, the Dark Detectors from the DA room last year, and a charging station for everyone's phones in the corner, beside a giant bucket of sweets. There was also a hot tub built into the floor, random arcade games lined up along one wall, speakers with an iPod set up, a giant fluffy rug, and photos of us all hanging on the red, blue, yellow, and green walls. There was also a fake window, and we could change the weather view to whatever we wanted.
Several doors led to rooms beyond this one; one was a bathroom, complete with toilet, sink, bath, and shower; one was a little kitchen, stocked up with every kind of fresh food imaginable; the other two were bedrooms, one with two sets of bunk beds, the other with a large double bed. I'd found the room with only one bed to have drawers full of... well... let's just say Daisy got imaginative with that one.
The four of us had decided to create it to hang out with our cross-House friends, and we'd decided that we'd probably need a bathroom, we'd also get hungry so we'd need a kitchen, and for sleepover purposes (or for when the horny surprises you) we'd need somewhere to sleep and be safe.
Our friends all loved this idea. Terry and Draco finally had a place to sleepover together, and Harry and Suzanne had also spent the night.
To my distaste, however, Daisy had taken to inviting some Slytherins in, and was currently giggling on the sofa, squished in between them. Blaise Zabini had his arm slung around Daisy's shoulders, leaning in close, as Theodore Nott's hand drifted further up Daisy's thigh, him smirking. All three of them were holding bottles of Firewhisky, all three of which were three-quarters empty.
When we had arrived, I'd watched Daisy take a long sniff of the bottle, even though it had been previously sealed, for five minutes before she took her first swig. She hadn't taken her very tight grip off the bottle since she was handed it.
"Red?"
I jumped, turning around to George and Terry. I tried to wipe the glare off my face, but I could still feel my eyebrows furrowing and mouth downturning as I heard Daisy, Zabini, and Nott roar with laughter behind me.
"You good, man?" George punched me in the shoulder. I sent another glance back at Daisy and the Slytherins, a burning, twisting feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watched both of their hands now landing on Daisy's thighs, then looked back at him.
"Why does she even want to hang out with them, anyway?" I said grumpily. "They're Slytherins."
"Hey, my babe is a Slytherin!" Terry said indignantly, and Draco lifted a hand from across the room where he was with Kylie, Harry, and Ginny.
"Because they're the only ones who won't take her drink away from her, mate." George said. "The rest of us try to take it away from her every time she brings it out, so she's seeking drinking buddies elsewhere."
"For good reason!" I said in an argumentative tone. "She's becoming an alcoholic; that's no way to deal with your problems!"
"I know, I know! I'm just saying that's the reason."
"That's not the only reason, guys." Terry said. I followed his gaze.
Zabini and Nott's faces were buried in Daisy's neck, hands drifting up her thighs as the girl in between them blushed furiously.
I turned away, my heart pounding. How dare they touch her. How dare they try to fuck her when she's been so vulnerable... I stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it, bracing my hands against the sink. I glared at myself in the mirror; I was messy, my hair was tousled wildly over my forehead, my eyes had dark circles around them from the many sleepless nights I'd had, and my face was the perfect image of jealousy.
"Red. Red! Let us in."
"C'mon, man."
I reluctantly flipped the lock on the door and sagged back into the room against the sink. George and Terry slid in, closing the door to the sound of Daisy giggling loudly and Nott sniggering as Zabini told a probably-shitty joke.
"Are you seriously jealous right now, dude?" Terry asked, smirking.
"What about it?" I groaned, covering my face with my hands. What was the point in denying it any longer?
"Listen, Connie Brooke told me that Softpaw told her when they fucked in the bathroom that she isn't going after you because she doesn't want you to get hurt." George said all in one breath. Terry and I looked at him.
"Explain." I said.
"Okay, so Softpaw saw Connie Brooke flirting with you in the common room -"
"Was she? I was so confused as to why she was talking like that -"
"- And dragged her off to the bathrooms to fuck. After an apparently passionate screw, as Connie informed me, Connie asked Softpaw why she didn't just go after you because she clearly likes you. Softpaw responded that she didn't want you to get hurt, and left."
I stared at my twin. Daisy is rejecting my advances because she doesn't want me to get hurt? Hurt by who? Seriously? I'm a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and I think I've proved myself quite able in a fight. Even if I wasn't, I'd take that risk. For her.
A knock came at the door, and a slightly slurred voice called, "Hurry up, I need in there..."
I wrenched the door open. Daisy was teetering on her feet, swaying, her eyes unfocused. She reached for me, her hand trailing down my chest lightly and stopping at my belt teasingly. She giggled in a very girly tone and pulled her hand away, brushing past me into the bathroom as George and Terry exited behind me.
"Shit, dude." George commented, his eyes widening at the sight of my now raging boner making a tent in my jeans.
Daisy drinking wasn't the most pressing issue, surprisingly. I'd noticed little red marks on the back of her left hand before, and I just thought it was because she'd been scratching at herself in her sleep. But the past few days I'd noticed they'd become more like cuts and scars.
I confronted her one day in the corridor, coming up from the dungeons, even though she hadn't been in Potions with us.
"What is this?" I demanded, holding her hand up. Daisy winced, trying to pull it away from me.
"It's nothing, seriously, Red, leave me alone." Daisy muttered.
Her movements were very slow. Her pupils were dilated. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Are you okay? You've been self-harming... and you look like -"
"Just drop it, Red!" Daisy said brightly, the change in tone sudden. She beamed at me, and she tugged her wrist from me, laughing giddily.
"Drop what? You've been distant ever since you've gotten back, and," I paused as Greg Spieler walked past, zipping up his school trousers as he tugged them up, "you won't talk to me! How can I drop something that you won't even let me bring up?"
But Daisy's eyes were focused on Spieler, now rounding the corner. The bright smile was dropped from her face, and an anxious, nauseated look was on it instead.
"I need to go." Daisy suddenly took off in the opposite direction to Spieler, and I watched, bemused, as she massaged her jaw. I thought I heard a tiny sob from her as she sped up.
And, just as she rounded the corner at the far end of the hall, a small packet fell out of her pocket. I strode towards it, bending down to pick it up.
"Softpaw!" I called, scooping it up. Daisy turned, her eyes immediately widening as they landed on what was in my hands.
"Hey - give that back!" She cried, leaping forward. I, stunned by her third sudden mood swing, stumbled back. I gazed down at the packet in my hand. Several white pills glared back, and I felt a deep sinking feeling in my stomach.
"Daisy..." I said, looking back at her. Furious tears were now streaming down her face, and she took another swipe at my hand. I yanked it back out of her reach. "Who's giving you these? Who's - I'll - I'll fucking kill them!"
"Give - it - BACK!"
I backed into the wall; without thinking, I closed my fist over the packet and squeezed. I felt the pills crack apart in my fist, before Daisy pulled her wand out and pointed it straight at me, her eyes flashing.
"Accio Percocet!"
The little packet zoomed out of my fist and into her outstretched hand.
"Daisy, come on, let's talk about this!" I yelled after her as she turned on her heel and stormed off.
I stared after her, watching her dark curly hair bouncing on her shoulders as she rounded the corner.
"What the fuck is a Percocet?" I muttered to myself as I made my way back up to the main school.
~~~
Daisy's POV*
I was furious with Fred for taking my pills and crushing them with his big hands. I wasn't thinking clearly, due to using my last pill of the previous bunch to get me through my second 'payment' to Spieler, but I still managed to get myself up several flights of stairs and into the Room of Requirement.
Mercifully, it was empty. I crossed over to one of the sofas and collapsed onto it, pinching the packet with two fingers and holding it up in front of my face.
Great. It had all been crushed into a powder. Thanks, Fred. I'm only trying to forget about Tom Riddle shoving his dick into me over and over again until he came inside me. No big deal.
I opened the packet, tipping some onto the coffee table in front of me. I pushed it into a thin line with my wand, leaning forward, and with a deep breath, sniffed.
Almost instantly I felt the effects. The previous pill had been wearing off, but what I'd just snorted lifted me up high and made me feel like I'd never felt before - I felt like I was under a love potion and the Imperius Curse at the same time, but without the extreme infatuation and irresistible urge to do whatever somebody else wanted. I felt unbelievably happy; my heart was soaring, and I fell back onto the sofa, grinning up at the ceiling as my head whirled.
~~~
I was just coming down from my high when Blaise and Theo entered the Room of Requirement, both chatting smoothly. They sat on either side of me as usual, handing me a Firewhisky and clinking their own together.
I sat up, blinking my eyes clear of the fuzziness in them. I popped the top off my bottle, taking a deep sniff, and even though all I smelled was a burning alcohol, I kept sniffing until I was certain that no trace of Amortentia was in there.
"And then I told him, 'No, it's only the Purebloods here.'" Blaise smirked, and Theo laughed deeply, his hand running up my thigh again.
I looked between them. Then I put the bottle to my lips and chugged it. The two boys watched me with widened eyes as I slammed the bottle down on the coffee table, wincing as the alcohol burned my throat.
"You boys wanna take this to the bedroom?" I purred, nodding my head towards the one-bedroomed door. Blaise and Theo exchanged a delighted glance.
"Hell yeah!" They chorused, and the two downed their own bottles, slamming them beside mine, and they both took my outstretched hands. I led them into the bedroom, locking the door behind us, and turned to the bed.
I pushed Theo down onto it, then climbed onto his lap, grinding down on him as I attached my mouth to his. Blaise pulled my school shirt off, kissing at my back and shoulders as he stood behind me, his hands on my waist. Theo's hands cupped my ass, and his tongue swept around my mouth as I rocked my hips on him.
Eventually, we fell sideways onto the pillows. Theo pushed me sideways, onto my back, and attacked my lips with his again. Blaise pushed Theo to the side as his lips remained locked on mine, and he settled in between my legs, tugging my panties off but leaving my skirt on. I moaned into Theo's mouth, tasting the Firewhisky on his tongue, as I felt Blaise's tongue sweep across my pussy.
I squirmed on Blaise's tongue as it teased my hole, Theo's hands drifting across my breasts. He massaged them over my lacy bra, his rough hands sending shivers across my skin. I reached down for his trousers, shoving my hand down them and grabbing at him. Theo cursed into my mouth, pulling his hands away to tug his trousers off, and I returned my hand to his length, moving my hand back and forth slowly along it.
I squeaked as Blaise's tongue swirled around me, fluttering across my most sensitive area, and I arched my back into him. Theo bucked his hips into my hand at the sound, but Blaise pulled away, swiping his tongue at the corners of his mouth as his lips and chin glistened.
The two seemed to work seamlessly together, both grabbing my body and swinging me around so that my head was hanging off the side of the bed. Theo crouched down in between my legs this time, dipping his head and making me moan loudly as his tongue picked up where Blaise left off.
Blaise dropped his trousers to his ankles, and stepped in front of my face. My eyes widened as I saw his length right in front of my face, and I opened my mouth obediently. Blaise smirked, sliding right in, and I gagged slightly on him as he hit the back of my throat.
Theo's lips closed around my sensitive bud and sucked, and I arched into him, moaning around Blaise's length. Blaise rocked his hips into my face, his hands clamped around my jaw, and I heard him groaning above me.
Theo's tongue swiped across my hole, and I lost it, riding out my high on his face as I swallowed furiously around Blaise, moaning blissfully. Blaise pulled out of me, panting.
"I don't want to come yet, Potter, relax." He hissed, shutting his eyes as I bit my lip.
"Up here, Miss Potter." Theo said, tugging me up. "Hands and knees."
I flinched, the memories of Riddle saying that every night threatening to flood my brain. Out of instinct, I obeyed Theo without argument, sticking my ass out for him. Blaise climbed up onto the bed behind me, feeling up my bare ass under my skirt, and I felt his length teasing at me.
"May I?" Blaise purred in my ear with his deep, honey-smooth voice. I shivered, melting.
"Fuck me..." I purred right back.
Blaise swore, and I arched my back again as he sank into me, hissing. The fact that he asked for permission, and in such a gentlemanly way as well, made the Riddle thoughts fade away again.
Theo moved in front of me, and I opened my mouth for him. He slid into my mouth and I took him eagerly down my throat, bobbing my mouth up and down on him. Blaise pounded into me, gripping my hips as he stretched me open, and I felt my knees weakening as my second high approached.
Theo groaned as I moved my tongue underneath him, as I slid my lips up and down his length. He tugged at my hair, threading his fingers through it, and I felt him pulse in my mouth. Blaise groaned as he slammed into me, my hole squeezing around him as my high hit me out of nowhere, me moaning around Theo. I felt Blaise throbbing inside me as I collapsed onto my front, letting Theo slip out of my mouth, but Blaise pulled out before he reached his own high.
"Come here." Theo sank down onto his back on the blankets, pulling me on top of him. I sighed as I slowly sank down onto his length, feeling him fill me. Blaise came up behind us, tracing his fingers over my back and around my hips. His length rubbed between my ass cheeks.
"...May I?" His honeyed voice sounded in my ear. I knew what he was asking. And I didn't even care.
"Ruin me." I whispered back.
And a passionate twenty minutes later, Theo was pulling out of my pussy to slam into my throat, and Blaise was pulling out of my ass to wank furiously onto my chest.
I swallowed down Theo's release as Blaise released onto my breasts, groaning. The three of us collapsed back onto the bed, panting.
"Well. I'm going to take a shower." I said quietly after a minute, sliding off the end of the bed. And when I returned, fresh and clean, the two were fast asleep where I left them. I grinned to myself, climbing in between them, and settled underneath the covers.