Title: Lost

Author: Puh-Schell

Summary: Third in the Sentence Series
Word Count: 638

A/N: Since I am hopeless with anything beyond lime, you'll have to imagine the lemon parts for yourselves. Sorry!

I also want to say thanks for the reviews. Just tell if I should continue, please. This whole thing here was rather experimental and well… I want to know how people think about it.

I also apologise for any stupid mistakes I might have made. It is spell-checked, but only from me and my program.

First Sentence: Considering The Results We Are Lost

Pulling his brother into the alley, Fred held his breath. Besides him, George stiffened and pressed himself into the black stone of the Diagon Alley house.

Mere inches before their faces, Mundungs Fletcher and Tonks came into view and walked by. Fred thanked whomever was responsible for it that they didn't look to their right.

An arm sneaked around his waist. Yes, that was close, Fred thought and leaned into the touch. Sometimes it became more than handy to be able to communicate without words.

Fred wondered, why the hell they had agreed to do this.

Of course, being a… well, dealer, Fred supposed, sometimes they had to get… tricky things. But this was the first… alright, the second time they had actually stolen anything themselves – Fred convinced himself that potion ingredients from Severus Snape's store didn't count.

It had been risky, but Malfoy had offered something more than worthy of this trouble. Malfoy himself hadn't even really known what he was trading. But had assumed form what he knew that it would be important to the twins.

~Never ever, Malfoy, sell something you don't know.~ Fred smiled and turned around, pressing a kiss to his brother's lips.

"We've got it." he whispered.

George put his arms around his brother and pulled him close.

"Yeah. And no one noticed it was us."

Fred smiled again and started licking George's throat. George loved to have his throat licked and kissed, a fact which had amused Lee Jordan greatly.

A little nudge on his back reminded Fred, that they had to get home. He whined, but pulled away anyway.

~*~

The next morning found the twins happily making love in their shared bed, this time without any interruptions.

Afterwards Fred cooked up some simple breakfast and brought it to the bed.

"Time to celebrate George."

George laughed and took the tablet handed to him.

"I'm sure the order will send notice soon. Dumbledore's going to call everyone." George remarked.

Fred grinned happily and shrugged. "Who cares? This evening Malfoy will be here and then…" Fred made a gesture with his hand as if to say bye-bye.

George would have laughed, if their hadn't been that voice coming from outside the room, asking: "What about Malfoy?"

Shocked, the twins first stared at each other and then hurried to clean the room so that it didn't look as if there had been an orgy going on last night.

Managing this in record time, everything looked fine when their father opened the door, stepped in and took in the sight of his twin sons, eating breakfast in bed. One bed.

"Shouldn't there be two beds?" Arhtur asked.

Fred smiled sheepishly. "Not enough money."

"You should have said something."

"We didn't want" "to bother you."

Arthur shook his head. "What about Malfoy now?"

George shrugged "We were just wondering about him becoming… well, whole again, with soul."

Arthur nodded. Why else should they have talked about him? Then, he sighed

"Something bad happened last night. A special artefact was stolen from one of our storehouses here in Diagon Alley."

"Really? What? How bad is it?" they asked simultaneously.

Arthur smiled at his sons' antics. "A very old dagger, assumed to have belonged to Slytherin himself. Dumbledore fears that the Dark Lord might have gotten it. But there's another problem."

Fred and George looked at each other quizzically. Another problem? Did they do something else last night?

Arthur noticed the looks on their faces and went on.

"This storehouse was keyed to the order, not many knew about it. Only order members could pass through the threshold. Dumbledore is checking the last signatures right now. There were spies in the order, but in at least five hours we'll have them."

Arthur smiled reassuringly while inside Fred and George sheer terror started.

They had been caught.