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Chapter Seven
"Git. That's what you are."
Draco stared at his reflection in the mirror—a habit he had grown into from being so terribly blonde and good-looking, but lately he didn't like what he saw.
"Just a complete idiot."
First Pansy, and now Fred? What was getting into Draco? He closed his eyes, trying to block his face out of his mind, but all he could see now was Fred's.
"Nah!" he yelled agitatedly, seating himself down on the linoleum floor. There was a knock on the door and he looked up warily as it opened and Ron walked in.
"Draco?" he said, looking down at his boyfriend. "Are you okay?" He was wearing a worried expression and his hair was matted down in strange places from bedhead. Draco didn't blame him—he didn't look so hot either, his eyes red and droopy, stinging with lack of sleep.
"What are you doing here? It's three o'clock in the morning."
"Uh…"
"Did you get sick?"
"Uh…I'm fine. I just needed to use the bathroom and I guess I fell asleep up here."
"Oh," Ron said, still looking a bit wary. "Okay then. Um, I'm going back to bed, so…"
"Yeah, yeah," Draco mumbled, blinking, his eyelids heavy. "I'll be down soon."
"All right then."
Draco waited until Ron left to stand up and close the door, lock it, stuff the opening under the door with a towel, and take out a cigarette. Despite how much his eyes hurt, his mind was too busy to sleep. There was no way he could be calm; he didn't want to think of how he had betrayed Ron again, but he couldn't stop the excitement he also felt from it. Fred was so…
Different, Draco thought, taking a drag. God, how embarrassing would breakfast be the next morning? I'm a sucker for a Weasley? What the hell kind of line was that, anyway?
He scowled and took a long drag, coughing at the potent taste, the smoke nothing but a sagging snake skin.
Eventually, Draco finished his business upstairs in the bathroom (which included five cigarettes and a piss) and silently descended the stairs, lying beside Ron on the floor. To his surprise, his eyes fell shut as soon as his head hit the pillow and he fell into a deep, black sleep.
Clinging pots and pans and running water was the next thing Draco was aware of as he was stirred out of the sleep to the sound of Molly preparing breakfast. He could smell bacon and eggs and he rubbed his eyes, looking around. Ron was still snoring soundly beside him and he poked Ron in the side, causing the redhead to stir jaggedly.
"Wake up, Ron."
"What…uhhh…" Ron turned over, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, and snored up into Draco's face. Draco rolled his eyes and lay back down, staring upside down at the Grandfather Clock on the wall—half past seven. He elbowed Ron in the side, surprised at his aggression. He usually woke Ron up by kissing him on the cheek or slightly nudging his side; now he was turning Ron black and blue.
"Ouch, Draco," Ron said, sitting up and rubbing his ribs. "I'm up, I'm up…prat…"
"I'm going to use the bathroom," Draco announced, standing up and saying hello to Molly as he passed. On his way up the stairs he ran into Percy, who shot him a look and frowned slightly. No matter—Percy's hair looked kinky anyway and he wore a strange nightgown, so he couldn't make Draco feel any weirder than he already did. He kept his eyes locked on the bathroom, and when he got to the floor a tall redhead came out of a bedroom. He smiled in a friendly manner when he saw Draco.
"Morning," Fred said. "You can go first."
"Thanks," Draco didn't even hesitate and swiftly made his way into the bathroom, immediately locking it and running water over his long hair, trying to straighten out the strange bumps and washing his face to get the sleepy out of his eyes. He straightened his pajamas and went back out into the hall, face to face with—
"Hey George," an identical twin came out of the same bedroom and stopped when he saw Draco, blushing a little. It had not been Fred at all, but George Weasley, and now Fred stood before him in blue train pajamas and Draco suddenly felt very silly in his own nighties.
"Nice night?" Draco asked, shifting his eyes to George and backing away.
"Oh yeah, I'll say," George winked. Draco shot Fred a look and Fred rolled his eyes.
"George here had a little adventure last night," Fred explained.
"Oh. Shagging expedition," Draco said. George chucked.
"An expedition indeed," he winked again and proceeded into the bathroom, leaving Draco and Fred alone in the hall. Draco felt himself go stiff—in all the wrong places—and he blushed. Just looking at Fred, his shaggy red hair that was so alike to Ron's and yet so different, his feral grin, his toned arms…
Draco was about to run off when he noticed that Fred was not looking away from him, and that neither boy made any move to unlock their gazes. Draco's breathing became heavier as he felt himself stand at full attention, and he saw Fred's eyes shift down to his own groin.
"Well," Fred said. "This is embarrassing."
Draco stepped forward a bit, only a tiny bit, but it was all he needed to do for Fred to take his own step, and eventually the boys were close enough to each other to kiss. Fred nuzzled his lips into Draco's hair and Draco melted, hungrily nibbling on Fred's neck, placing his hands down the redhead's pants and grabbing his erection.
"Whoa," Fred whispered, backing away. "I—"
The bathroom door opened and Draco jumped back, turning around, and walked downstairs before he had to see another Weasley twin. At least downstairs his attention would be spread out among the others. He felt a pang of guilt when Ron smiled at him and patted the seat of the chair beside him. Draco sat down, trying to take deep breaths and act as if nothing had happened, but as soon as he saw Fred and George his erection came back to life. All he could think about throughout the entire breakfast was the way Fred had made him feel so achingly pleasured in only that brief moment they had had together, when he felt Fred's skin against him, the hardness in his hand…
"We were thinking of going to Hogsmeade today," Arthur said. "Make a day of it. What do you all think?"
"Sounds like fun," Ron said, taking a forkful of eggs.
"Fred, George?" Arthur asked, turning to the pair. "Would you be interested?"
"No thanks," the twins said in unison.
"Nothing personal, just have some stuff I have to do for the shop today," George said, a slight smirk playing on his face. Draco could only guess that George had some leftover shagging to do, but he didn't know why Fred didn't want to go. Boredom, Draco guessed. Or maybe he really has to do something for the shop.
"Well, that's fine I guess," Molly said, passing Percy a cheese biscuit smothered in horserat jam. "We can go right after breakfast."
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Fred lay on his head, arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He was all alone in the house. George was off shagging a particularly tasty girl—he had seen her last night when she'd come to pick him up on her broomstick and take him back to her place—and the others had left for Hogsmeade over an hour ago. He sighed, closing his eyes. He had wished that in his attempt to stay home alone today, Draco would have opted to stay home too, and then maybe…
Maybe what? He thought. You and Draco could shag? It was a ridiculous, rash thought. Draco would never do that to Ron, would he? But if he looked at the things that had happened between he and the blonde lately—the looks across the table at dinner, the late night walk and the way Draco touched his cheek, the slight kiss they had shared earlier…
But maybe that was all a game to Draco. The trouble was, Fred couldn't figure out if he was relieved or disappointed that Draco wasn't as interested as he had assumed. And what was he about to say to Draco when he had made a grab for his cock? I can't.
But he felt another erection growing just thinking about Draco's cheekbones, his strong jaw, his gray icy eyes. He stuck his hand down his pants and felt himself. Maybe the thing he really wanted to say was, I can't do this to Ron. Because God knows, he wanted to.
Fred jumped at the sound of a door opening and got up to peek out of his room—he couldn't see the front door but assumed it was probably his father who had forgotten some sort of Muggle contraption to protect them from the rain clouds outside. Why his father never chose to use a Rain Protection Charm was beyond him. He sighed and settled back down into bed, not bothering to close the door lest his father need his help looking, or wondering where George had gone off to…
"Fred?" a voice asked. Fred glanced over at the door to someone who definitely was not his father, and who definitely was Draco Malfoy. Before he could do anything about it, Draco stepped inside and closed the bedroom door.
"Hi Draco," Fred managed to say, shifting himself up to sit back against the wall.
Draco smirked and leaned against the door, arms crossed.
"Do you need something?" Fred asked, agitated at Draco's calm appearance and only all-too-reminded of the Draco he used to know, the arrogant little prat from Hogwarts.
"Yes," Draco said nonchalantly. "And so do you."
"What are you talking about?"
Draco studied his nails. "Can I ask you a few questions?"
Fred narrowed his eyes. "About what?"
"Oh, just a few things I like to know about a person. For example, do you like cock?"
"Excuse me?"
"And, do you like it from behind?"
"You're a right git, Malfoy," Fred growled.
"Just one more and I'll be through. In the case that you do like both of these things, would you like my cock from behind?"
"Out."
Draco sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Why so offended?"
Fred stood up, an inch taller than Draco at his full height, and loomed over the blonde vixen. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had no answer. He wasn't really offended. In fact, the devilish look on Draco's face, his high cheekbones, the way he could feel his breath on his neck, did quite the opposite of offend…
"Why did you stay home today, Fred?" Draco asked, looking up at Fred and standing up straighter, their faces an inch apart. Fred sighed, leaned down, and touched his lips to Draco's.
Draco chuckled, running a hand through Fred's long ginger hair. "That's what I thought."
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Pansy woke up in the arms of a stranger.
"Ugh, not again," she groaned, crawling out of bed and pulling on her underwear, which lie in a lacy pink heap on the floor with her pants and shirt. Last night, Pansy had grown lonely (and drunk) from missing Draco, and in a rash decision went out on the prowl. That was Pansy, after all—looking for love in all the wrong places. Well, it was right the first time, she thought bitterly, referring to Draco of course.
"Ugh, fuck him," she said a little too loudly. The figure rolled over and blinked at her, and she gave an inner sigh of relief that he wasn't bad looking.
"Really, again?" the man asked, his long blonde hair falling over his eyes, his blue eyes flashing. She frowned that they weren't gray, that she wasn't able to find her usual Draco look-alike. Of course, no one would ever compare to Draco, no matter how hard she pretended. And as for his question, well, Pansy would usually jump right back into bed and do some morning shagging, but this morning she had an extra terrible headache and her head was foggier than she preferred.
"No, sorry," she said, and apparated out of the bedroom into her own apartment. It was Sunday, and Pansy only had a bit of time left until she got to discover the true whereabouts of Bellatrix Lestrange. She wondered though, her brow furrowed, if Narcissa would take her with open arms as she had before. She had disowned Draco for being in the Righteous, after all. Would she not disown Pansy?
Of course she won't, Pansy thought. Not once you tell her whose side you're really on. But Pansy had to get some things in order first. She couldn't find Bellatrix without Draco being loyal to the late Dark Lord, or else Bellatrix might descde to off him. She had to move quickly. She went over to her window and stroked her owl, Tilly, on the head; it cooed up at her softly. She unrolled a piece of parchment from a desk drawer and scrawled a note on it, then attached it to Tilly's leg.
"Find Draco," she whispered to her owl, then opened the window and released Tilly into the midday sky.