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When she arrived back at the ministry, she immediately started on her report. In the corner of her eye, she saw the people pass by her office. She always let her door open, she liked to see all of the people walk and talk through the corridor. Most of the time people would stop and say hi, but they all knew when she was working on something, they had to leave her alone, so that's what they did. Even Arthur who had stopped by to ask her how it went, moved along quickly when he saw she was busy writing.
With a flick of her wand, she let the report disappear. She tried to tidy up her desk, but with a sigh, she gave up and pushed herself away from her desk. She walked out of her office and knocked on Arthur's door.
"Come in." She pushed the door open. "Oh, Amelia. How did it go?" He leaned forward eagerly. She sat down in the chair in front of him.
"Well, it went okay. But there is something I was wondering... Do you want me out?"
"Out?" He asked surprised.
"Yes, out of the department."
"What in Merlin's name makes you think that?"
"When I met your family, you said I would make a great Auror. And today you send me on not just an interference of abuse of magical objects, but something on the border of Auror work."
"You know I love that you're working with me at this department. But I also believe there is more for you than this. And I just wanted to show you to see what else is out there."
"I appreciate the confidence but I'm good here." She smiled. "And when I'm ready to move on, you'll be the first to know."
"Alright." He smiled. "Want to get some lunch? You can tell me all about what happened."
"The Beverage?" She asked as they both stood up.
"It is a Monday." He chuckled as he closed the door behind him.
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That evening after work, she apparated to Diagon Alley. She hasn't been there much, so she strolled around the street, looking at the different shops. The twins' shop was visible long before she was close. Not only because of the bright colours, but also from the crowd and fireworks that were shooting in the air. Her smile went large as she neared the shop. The shop was still busy even when closing time was nearing. She pushed open the door and gasped as her eyes flickered around the shop. Trying to see everything in the shop and everything that was going on, and it was a lot.
"Hey, Amelia." She turned at the sound of the familiar voice. George was leaning against the shelves, a smile on his lips.
"Hey, George." She kissed his cheek. "The shop is amazing."
"Thank you." He beamed. "We'll give you a tour once we close up. Fred went upstairs about twenty minutes ago. We close the shop in fifteen minutes, so why don't you head upstairs, I'll be up shortly." He guided her through the crowds. When we passed the register, he stopped. "Lee, this is Amelia. Amelia, this is Lee."
"Nice to meet you." Lee bowed with a grin before he turned back to an impatient costumer in front of him, he shot me an apologetic smile over his shoulder before George pushed me through the back door.
"Just head upstairs." He pointed to the stairs at the end of the backroom, where they probably made their products. Before Amelia could reply he disappeared back in the shop. She glanced around the backroom for a moment before heading upstairs. She knocked on the door.
"It's open!" Fred called back. She chuckled as she pushed the door open and walked in. To her left were three closed doors, while she looked to the right was an open space. She turned right and ended up in the living room.
"Fred?"
"In here!" She followed his voice and saw Fred in the kitchen. His wheelchair was hovering slightly above the floor as he cooked.
"You can lower the counter you know." She grinned.
"I know." He said turning away from the pot. "This is more fun." He waved his wand over the pot and let himself lower to the ground before he rolled up to her. "Hey, Mia."
"Hey, Freddie." She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Mia, huh?"
"I think it suits you." He rolled out of the kitchen. "Do you mind if we eat first when George comes up?"
"Of course not. You should've told me; I would've come over later."
"Don't be daft. You're staying for dinner."
"Oh, am I now?" She laughed as she sat down on the couch.
"Yes, you are, and you will enjoy it!" He crossed his arms over his chest. Then a smirk appeared on his lips. "So, you and Harry, huh."
"There is nothing between me and Harry." She leaned back and crossed her legs. "And as I told you, I'm not someone's rebound."
"Who says you would be the rebound?"
"Harry and Ginny were together for a while, you said it yourself. And the break-up wasn't that long ago."
"What about you? An interesting love life?"
"At the moment, no."
"And in the Amazon? I don't think you have much opportunity to meet someone there."
"I had a boyfriend before we moved to the Amazon, we were together for over two years." Her voice was soft and sad as she said that. "Once I turned seventeen, and had my apparation license, I rebelled a little and went out to the larger cities to party."
"Rebelled, parties and no boyfriend. Does that mean..."
"Hook-ups, yeah." She laughed.
"And now you want a serious relationship?" He asked, truly interested.
"I don't know." She shrugged. "I like Harry, he isn't a guy I see myself just hooking up with. He's the first guy I liked for more than just sex, you know. And if nothing comes of it, fine."
"Then back to hooking up? I know just the guy!" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Gods!" She laughed as she threw a pillow at his face.
"You're supposed to be helping my brother, not attack him." George snickered as he came in.
"He deserved it." She laughed as George went to the kitchen and let the pot and plates float to the table.
"Freddie, told you you'd be dining with us?"
"Forced me, you mean?" She pursed her lips to hide a grin as she stood up and walked towards the table. Fred rolling behind her. She sat down across from George, while Fred took the empty spot at the end of the table. "So, what are you feeding me? Should I be afraid for my life?" She quirked an eyebrow as she looked at the closed pot.
"No." George laughed. "This is one of the few dishes we've mastered." He said as he lifted the lid of the pot.
"Tadaa! Pasta Carbonara." Fred spread his arms.
"One of my favourites." Amelia licked her lips. "What else can you make?" She asked as George scoped pasta on her plate.
"Almost six different pastas." Fred said proudly. "And George can make mean stews."
"Well, if you still like my company after tonight, I'll cook for you two next time."
"Let's hope you are good company then." Fred grinned. "We would kill for something different to eat."
"Let just see if we survive the night." She teased as she inspected the pasta.
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"I gotta be honest, the pasta was good." She admitted after she cleared the table.
"Told you." Fred winked.
"Want to wait a little before..."
"Why don't we show you around the shop first, let the food digest a little before we dive in, kay?" George offered.
"Great plan." Fred said, rubbing his stomach. "I think I ate too much." He groaned.
"Let's go." Amelia said as she pushed his wheelchair towards the door. When she stopped in front of it, she took her wand out of her hair and transfigured the stairs into a ramp.
"Wicked!" The twins gasped. "How did we not think of this?" Fred asked, looking behind him to the pair.
"How do you get up and down then?"
"Levitating." George and Fred shrugged.
"You up for this?" She grinned as she leaned down next to Fred's ear.
"Hell yeah!" He grinned up at me and George. "George, you stand on the back. Mia, love, hop on." He patted his lap.
"You want the three of us to go down?" She asked wide-eyed.
"That's the only way, love." George chimed in. She looked between the two redheads as she bit her lip, then sighed.
"Fine." She climbed on Fred's lap, and he held her tight against his chest.
"Everyone ready?"
"Hell yes!" Came from Fred, while Amelia said. "No." Her head tucked in Fred's shirt.
"Alright then. Three, two -" He said before he pushed the wheelchair forward and they raced down. The wheelchair went so fast they couldn't stop in time. She looked up from Fred's shirt and opened the door to the shop just in time. They raced towards the door and George hopped off, trying to slow them down. But they got stuck on something and the wheelchair flipped over, taking the three of them with it. She cast a wandless cushioning charm before they crashed. Fred fell first, then she fell on top of him and George on top of the both of them. They groaned from the impact and tried to untangle themselves.
"Fred, are you okay?" She asked when she rolled off him. He had his eyes closed, then they popped open.
"That was brilliant! Can we go again?"
George and Amelia looked at him like he lost it, before the three of them started to laugh. "Next time, put a slowing charm on it."
"Where's the fun in that?" Fred pouted as George helped him up in the wheelchair.
"We don't want to make it worse. I'm going to make sure you're walking again, you understand. So, no more dangerous crashes, how fun they may be." She said in a stern voice.
"Yes, ma'am." They both saluted.
"Okay then. Show me around." She grinned.
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"Can you take off your trousers?" She asked Fred as she enlarged the couch. Fred and George looked at her wide-eyed. Then the older twin smirked.
"You're doing this in purpose, aren't you?" She just matched his smirk without another word. With a wave of his hand, his trousers disappeared leaving him in just his boxers. The boys were both surprised that she didn't blush.
"George, can you help him on the couch?" George picked Fred up and placed him on the couch.
"So, you have me where you wanted me. What now?" He wiggled his eyebrows as she rolled her eyes playfully. She took her wand out from behind her ear, kicked of her shoes and kneeled on the couch next to him.
"I'm just going to see how far your body reacts to soft touches."
Fred put a pillow behind his back so he could have a better view for whatever she's about to do. George had taken place on the chair next to Fred's head. The tip of her wand changed to something that resembled a feather. She started on his feet, just like the day before, running the feather wand up and down the bare of his foot. His toes wiggled involuntary, to delight of the twins and Amelia. She tried the other foot and the same thing happened when she put a little more pressure behind it. The feather travelled further upwards, to his shin, calf and his knee before she stopped.
"You know under other circumstances this might be seen as sexual."
"Believe me, I know." She chuckled and before she could stop herself, she said. "Reminds me of a night in Rio-" She clapped her hands over her mouth, her wand poked her eye. "Fuck." She cursed.
"Shit, you okay?" They asked.
"Hm." She hummed with her eyes closed as she rubbed her eye. She blinked her eyes open and saw them look at her in concern. "I'm fine. Believe it or not, this isn't the first time that happened."
"We believe it." They grinned as she pursed her eyes at them.
"So, the night in Rio..." Fred smirked.
"Stays in Rio." She winked with her slightly red eye.
"Harry doesn't know what he's going to get himself into." Fred barked a laugh while George smirked at her.
"Let's focus on you." She said ignoring their smirks and looked back at his legs. "I'm going to send some kind of electricity through your legs."
"WHAT!?" They gasped as Fred tried to cover his legs. Their smirks gone. Good.
"You don't trust me?" She said. "Of course not, you just met me."
The twins shared a look. "But weirdly we do, trust you."
"You do?" she asked as her eyes flickered between the pair. They nodded enthusiastically. "Give me your hands." She held out hers. The twins didn't hesitate and stretched out their arms, so their hands were right in front of her. She placed the tip of her wand, which had returned to normal, against George's palm then Fred's. "You feel that? That's what I'm going to do on his legs. To see when and where we get a reaction. When he doesn't feel anything, I try a higher level. Any questions?"
"How do you know all this?"
"Uhm, personal experience." She mumbled as she looked at Fred's bare legs and the twins didn't press her. "Ready?" Her eyes flickered up to meet Fred's, when he nodded, albeit a little nervously, she placed the wand against his shin.
The first bolt went through his skin, making his toes twitch. She traced patterns up and down his legs, muttering to herself. George recognized this and the next moment a notebook and quill were laying down next to her on the couch, she gave George a little smile before focusing back on Fred's legs. Without looking at either twin, she continued her work on his legs while writing down in the book. The minutes stretched on, the twins were still the whole time, Fred's legs and feet twitched and moved uncontrollably due to her actions. At one point Fred even hissed, and in the corner of her eye she saw them having a silent conversation. It was about half an hour later, she leaned back and sat on her heels. She wrote some more in the notebook. Her scribbles all over the place, writing close next to each other or even over. The twins couldn't make out what she had written down. It looked like she had a whole language of her own. Then she sighed and looked up with a smile.