A/N: I never was one to personally comment on every new review that came my way. But since this whole thing has been a new way of expression, I'm referring to the slash, then what the hell. I do have some responses to your responses….lol…
Slash-Lover – thank you for reading my fic. That goes for everyone, actually.
TomF-DanielR4eva – I'm sorry, but I don't think there's anything I can do about your friends inability to review. Tell him/her that I appreciate the 'sentiment' though. I love that you like my story! Me neither! I can't wait til Draco and Harry come in. I promise you it'll be great. And if you keep reviewing I might dedicate a chapter solely to you! (woot! Aren't I feeling generous and even a little conceited?!) thank you, btw, for saying I'm a great writer…blush I'm so flattered…
Fudgebaby – I made it longer, well…I just added as much details as I possibly could. Good thing? Bad thing? Tell me please! All of you, please tell me how to improve my writing.
Sheyda – Yes, the whole school! I'm so excited. Harry and Draco won't come in for quite a while though. I just want to prepare myself with these fun little flings before Paris and Demetrius delve into a 'deep' relationship (or whatever I can conjur e with my tiny language skill…)
Anarchy Agent – Omg ! I love you for telling me about my mistake. Thank you, thank you! I feel stupid, though…
Delinka – sorry! But Harry comes rather late. Sorry! But here…something to make you feel better, a juicy bit of info. Paris is blonde, Harry is a brunette…Demetrius is a brunette and Draco is a blonde...i'll leave the pair-guessing up to you!
Gothichick – I must say, your comments got me worried! I didn't want my story to be weird. I wasn't offended, just a bit shocked. However, I think you should give it a chance. I warned you about the twincest though! You should have guessed that they were gonna have sex with each other. And even if it was illegal, I'm sure none of us care. The only law I know about that forbids familial sexual relationships is if it actually bears fruit. Then both parties are liable to spend time in jail. Incestual affairs like that, disgust me too, but twins…they're just different to me somehow. As though they were destined to be with each other forever…know what I mean?! If you still think that this story is nasty and gross after reading the next few installations then I suggest you just stop reading, there's nothing I can do, but I do hope you like it rather than hate it.
Constance Malfoy – thanks for saying this story 'rocks'. Nobody ever says that here where I'm from, at least not to me. Oh look, I'm being ignorant! Thanks for liking my story!!! Read on!
"I think…" Paris said, placing a finger on his chin in thought, his lips curled in teasing smirk. "I think…I want to do this somewhere warm."
"and dry…" Demetrius added, helping his twin up and hugging him. "cold?"
"A little…" Paris responded, and allowed his brother to guide him back up the change room. "Coming, Oliver?"
"U-u-uhh…Yeah, right behind you." Oliver said, getting up, still a little shaken up.
"Here, Paris…" Demetrius gave his brother a white towel and helped him dry his back. Paris did the same for his brother and they traded a few items of clothing before seeing the smile on Oliver's face.
"What? What is it?" They asked simultaneously.
"N-nothing…" Oliver chuckled. "It's nothing."
"No, come on…" Paris said with a curious look.
"Tell us…" Demetrius added. Oliver had just finished fastening a belt around his waist. He threw his bag around his shoulders and walked out into the night, the same odd grin on his face. Demetrius and Paris followed him, looking confused.
"Well…you want to know what initially attracted me to you both?" Oliver finally said as they entered Hogwarts. They were whispering, curfew hour had just passed.
"What?" Paris finally asked.
"Other than you were both so cute…" Oliver said. "The fact that you two take such good care of each other. It's like…the same person broken in two. I've never seen anyone like that before. Not even the Weasley twins…" Oliver giggled.
"The Weasley twins?" Paris asked. "Pray tell, are they some sort of English comic book characters?"
"I suppose you could say that…" Oliver chuckled. "But, no…they're the beaters in the Gryffindor team."
"And they are called twins because they work well with each other?" Demetrius asked, pushing open a wooden door for all three of them.
"No, silly…they're called the Weasley twins because they are twins." Oliver chuckled. Demetrius blushed at his stupidity, Paris merely rolled his eyes.
"A-and these twins…you've, you've come to know them well?" Paris asked. Oliver nodded. "How well?"
"Too well…" Oliver laughed again, as if playing a memory clip in his head. "Entirely too well…" He repeated.
"I've never noticed them." Demetrius said.
"Oh you will when they want you to. Other than that you'll just see them by their hair." Oliver said, breaking away from his reverie.
"What d'you mean?"
"They've got the deepest ginger hair you'll see. All Weasley's have ginger hair, but the Fred and George's are just so much more…silky." Oliver sighed. It was not so hard to notice that Oliver had feelings for the beaters of his team. From the look on his face, it seemed he had fallen in love even just at the memory of them.
"Well we must meet them." Paris said. "Anyone Oliver has a crush on must definitely be worth our time, and any two…well, they're more than welcome to come shag us." Paris joked. Oliver cocked his head sharply at the laughing twins.
"Y-you're going to try and shag them?" Oliver asked a little bewildered.
"Well, if they want us!" Demetrius joked.
"Oh, be serious Oliver…" Paris said, slapping his back lightly. "You clearly fancy them. We won't touch them…unless you want us to. And besides, they're probably not even gay…"
"I don't fancy them!" Oliver said defensively.
"Oh…right" Paris said with a smirk.
"I don't!" Oliver screamed. Paris covered his mouth to silence him.
"I don't!" He whispered. "But they are gay…"
"Oh…well…"
"Are you going to invite us in?" Demetrius asked as they stopped in front of the portrait of a fat lady. Oliver pursed his lips and placed a finger over, shushing them both.
"Hide over there…" He pointed to a dark spot behind a pillar. They nodded and complied. Oliver whispered the password to the snoring fat lady who irritably opened the portrait hole. He pulled Paris and Demetrius by their wrists into the Gryffindor common room.
"OLIVER!" chimed two voices from the couches in front of the fire. "Where've you been?!"
"And who are these lovely…boys?" Paris smiled and introduced them
"Ah… fellow split fetuses!" said one. "Wonderful!" Chimed the other.
"And you are?" Paris asked.
"I am George" said the one who was closest them, standing up and offering his hand which Paris took gladly. He towered easily over the two young boys. Paris noticed the firm grip George had, also the rough calloused hands…perfect.
"And I Fred…" said the other Weasley with mock regality. He was sprawled across the couch. He yawned, stretched and returned to his languid position. Demetrius and Paris noticed the well defined abs that were exposed as his too-small shirt rode up, and the lightly muscled arms of Fred. Demetrius licked his lip reflexively as Fred began to scratch his chest, lifting his shirt, exposing more of his pale bare skin.
"And why have you brought us these young'uns then, Ol'?" Fred asked.
"Oh…huh?" Oliver stuttered, looked over to Fred, and blushed. Paris could tell that Oliver had also noticed the delicious sight Fred's chest was. "They…they…"
"We wanted to meet you two. After what Oliver said about your skills as beaters…we just couldn't resist taking a peek…you know the life behind the stars…" Paris joked extra dramatically, and moved closer toward Oliver, patting him on the back.
"Well, well, Ol'…" George said.
"we're flattered. Lately it seems you've done nothing but compliment us…" Fred said.
"You don't happen to fancy, Fred, now do you?" George joked.
"Yes, cuz he'd be jealous…" Fred added. Oliver blushed a fierce scarlet and forced a chuckle. Paris and Demetrius had noticed Oliver's flushed cheeks, Paris quickly went over to where Fred was lying down.
"Mind if I sit down?" He asked, Fred nodded, sat himself and offered the spot next to him. "Here, 'Ol…I'm sure there's enough for three in here…" He pulled Oliver by the wrists and sat him down beside Fred.
"George? After you…" Demetrius said, pointing to the spot beside Oliver. Oliver looked fearfully at the two smiling young boys. George sat down and sighed. Oliver squirmed as he was sandwiched by the Weasley twins.
"Ahh…I love the warmth. This is why we stay late you know, to get the heat all to ourselves." George said. Fred looked drowsy, George looked too relaxed.
"Well, I hope you like sharing we'll be here all night…"Paris said, plopping down on a cushioned chair and pulling Demetrius on top of him. Demetrius sat on Paris's lap, wrapped arms around his brother's neck.
"Why are you two here, really?" Fred finally asked, still eyeing the odd openness the two were sharing.
"Nothing really…we were bored. We don't have Potions tomorrow, so we have nothing to study for." Demetrius said.
"And plus, Oliver was kind enough to invite us after the shower…" Paris added.
"What shower?" George asked Oliver, looking skeptical. Fred looked at Oliver too.
"Oh…umm uh…we were just…"
"We played some quidditch. Then we had a shower, and Oliver invited us in afterwards…"
"Uh-huh…" Fred and George answered, still staring at Oliver, looking doubtful.
"Oliver can we please talk to you in private for a second?" Fred said, grabbed Oliver by the collar and pulled him off to where Paris and Demetrius couldn't hear them. George smiled politely at the two and chased after his brother and Oliver to the balcony.
"What the hell is the matter with you!" Fred shrieked.
"What?!" Oliver asked defensively.
"What?! What?! You-You!" George stuttered.
"You had sex with them?! They're infants!" Fred said.
"I did not have sex with them!" Oliver looked scandalized.
"Oh please!" George said in panicked exasperation.
"Look…they, they…" Oliver tried to explain.
"They what? Enticed you? Seduced you?" George asked, his eyes looked the size of platters.
"Look, why does it matter to you anyways?" Oliver asked, placing his hands on his hips and staring at the twins. They looked dumbstruck for a second.
"B-because…" Fred started.
"Look, 'Ol…we care about you..." George butted in. "…Also…Fred has a huge crush on you. It's just, he'd be devastated if this developed, and imagine what I'd have to put up with…" George said. Fred boxed his ears and looked livid.
"ME?!" He said. "TRAITOR!!!"
"Ok...wait…Let me explain why I said that…" George looked fearfully at his twin brother. Fred looked positively angry. He was red with anger, but before he could explode or at least pop a vein, Oliver planted a light kiss on his forehead. His crimson face returned to a pale white, his mouth hung open, he and George stared at Oliver who was grinning like a fool. Oliver hugged them both, planted kisses on the back of their ears and embraced them tighter.
"W-wh-what…" They both stuttered.
"I like you both too. I was too afraid to say anything…It was just so guilty. I felt so selfish liking neither in particular and loving both equally…" Oliver blushed. Fred and George smiled.
"And to think we were freaking out thinking about how the hell we were gonna share you, had you chosen us…" Fred said. Oliver was suddenly pushed to his back by the pair, his lips attacked by George's, his ear by Fred. They were stopped by a rather loud cough, the cocked their heads to look at the two very amused faces of Paris and Demetrius. Oliver looked shocked, blushed and tried to get up but was pushed down by Fred and George.
"Wanna join?" Fred invited with a funny grin. "It'll be fun!" George exclaimed.
"Oh we bet…" Demetrius said. "But we'll take a raincheck on that…it seems there are some repressed erections, ahem, emotions that you need to sort out yourselves…" Paris joked. "Maybe some other time…"
"We'll take you up on that…" Fred said, then continued to nibble on Oliver's ear, who moaned in response. Paris and Demetrius chuckled and left the three outside in the moonlight. They exited the Gryffindor common room and headed for the Ravenclaw dorms.
"Twins…" Oliver remarked breathlessly, then chuckled.
"Double the treasure…" Fred said. "Double the pleasure…" George corrected.
"Double the terror." Oliver said, then screamed as George swallowed his cock whole.
"Shut up." Fred said and kissed him.
A/N: I didn't want it to be so serious with Oliver but it seemed to be heading in that direction, so I had to do something! Hope you liked it. This chapter I made cute and frivolous. Oh, and there will be future chapters dedicated to Paris and Demetrius's promise to have fun with the three gryffindors. I hope you liked it! Review please!