((Aaaaaah this chapter gave me issues...I had a mental breakdown this week so I'm sorry for this chapter.
Thank you to the guest who reviewed! I think that there are so few fanfics that are about both twins together, and they usually end up with one or the other being the focus, but I am not going to do this.(on that note there are so few smut fics with both of them) While I do favor one of the twins(both the Weasley and the Phelps twins), they are both beautiful characters with different qualities and I completely plan to explore that, without picking a favorite. Because the twins are the twins, one without the other doesn't feel right. And I am really trying to keep Josie a good character with flaws, strengths and development, I work and worry over her so much, I really appreciate the compliment on her.
Another warning guys, this fanfiction is going to have smut/sex/mature content, whatever you want to call it, and there will be more chapters with it in it, and it is going to have exploration and different/taboo things in it. They're teenagers, with exploration of self comes exploration of sexuality. If you don't want to read it, I will post in the authors notes that the chapter will have mature content, and I will put a marker in the chapter.
Please review, talk to me if you want, and enjoy~!))
The week after Hogsmead was slow, the excitement of the last weekend causing the students to feel even more bored than usual with their schoolwork. The only thing that kept them from falling face first into the staircase was the knowledge that Halloween was soon coming, and after that the start of the Quidditch season. Well, that and what had been discovered Saturday evening.
The night they returned from Hogsmead, she had been in the hospital wing when Gryffindoor tower had been found broken into by escaped Azkaban prisoner Sirius Black, someone she'd only known about through the paper. She suddenly felt grateful that she spent the night in the hospital wing keeping off her ankle, because she heard from the twins the next morning when they met her at the door to the infirmary that the rest of Gryffindoor house had spent the night on the floor of the Great Hall while the teachers searched the castle.
Josie had been in the hospital wing a number of times since she was first escorted there by Professor McGonagall, still on Fred's back. Her ankle was fine, just a little sprained, nothing that couldn't be fixed quickly, but it still needed to be checked on periodically. She had a limp for most of Sunday morning, but most of that time was spent sitting in the common room with Lee and the twins.
She saw less and less of the twins as they practiced longer hours, but that was all right with her. She had time to finish her schoolwork ahead of time, write letters to her mother and father, and catch up on a book she had wanted to read. She still sat on the hill by the Quidditch pitch, watching them practice while she did work and enjoyed the air.
One evening the Gryffindoor Quidditch team exited the pitch later than even their extended practice time had been. Standing up as the team passed her, she struggled to catch sight of the two gingers, failing to see them. Angelina passed her, nudging her arm with the end of her broom. "They're getting an earful from Wood, they decided it would be a brilliant idea to rough house and nearly knock each other off their brooms." The dark haired girl rolled her eyes, looking back as Wood came jogging up the hill, Fred and George walking a bit behind him. When all three boys caught up with Josie and the rest of their team, the group began heading back up to the castle with Josie a few feet away. She didn't feel too comfortable with all of them. She liked them all just fine, but she thought they were far better than her, their talent putting them higher than herself in her mind. Josie's flying skills were mediocre; the only practice she got was at her Grandparents cottage on summer visits.
The large group of chattering Gryffindoors were halfway to the castle when Wood started his speech, once again talking about how this was his last year and they needed to win house cup; the same thing he said at the end of every other Quidditch practice the twins had told her. "We're the best team Gryffindoor has had in years, there's no way we can be beaten." Wood was saying when Josie tuned in after laughing into her palm at the twins imitating him behind his back. "Knock on wood..." she muttered, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.
She regretted it immediately. Fred and George looked at each other and then back at her quickly, grins breaking out across their faces. "Good idea." They said with a raise of their brow, jogging to catch up with Wood. She realized what they were doing a moment too late. Fred and George had both raised their hands and proceeded to smack Oliver Wood, Gryffindoor Quidditch Captain, in the back of the head yelling "Knock on Wood!" just as she called out to stop them.
Half the team went into a fit of laughter, the other half stood wide eyed in fear of what Wood would do to them. The twins looked extremely proud of themselves, their chest sticking out and their smiles wide. Josie thought she would pass out, covering her mouth as she broke down into sobs of laughter and embarrassment.
Woods face had never been so red than he was in that moment in Josie's memory, but he took a breath, shook his head and looked at them. "Good one. You're lucky I need you first match." His voice was calm but the look he gave them was deadly, and she could tell by the twin's expression that they got the hint to knock it off. The rest of the walk into the castle and up to the common room was quieter than death, the entire team scared stiff by Woods seriousness.
It wasn't until they got back to the common room that the silence was shattered as the team broke off to go up to their dorms. "That was clever Josie." Fred said, nudging her in the side. "What was?" "The idea to hit Wood." Josie rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips and staring him down. "I gave no such idea and you know it Fred Weasley, what I said was an expression." George snorted at her tone, sliding his arm into hers and pulling her towards the winding staircase to the boy's dorms. "We know, but it still gave us the idea." He said as he began pulling her up the first few stairs. She dug in her heels and stood wide eyed, confused.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her tone short and worried. Fred slipped past them, heading up the stairs. "We think we saw a new passage way on the third floor." He said. "We're going to check it out tonight." George added. "We want you to come." "But we wanted to show you something first." They had both stopped and turned to look at her. "And you have to show me it in the boys dormitory?" she questioned. "Yeah, you can look at it while we grab a change of clothes." Her heart thudded in her chest unexpectedly. All she could do was nod and allow them to drag her by the crook of her arm to their dorm. She couldn't argue with them, not when they grinned like that.
The Weasley twin's dorm was shared with Lee Jordan, who was lying across his bed doing his homework when the twins kicked open the door and pulled her inside. "What the hell is she doing here?" Lee asked as she entered, obviously confused. "We'll only be a moment." "Get your knickers out of a twist." The twins said at the same time, George leading Josie to sit on one of the beds as Fred dug around in his things. "Hold that." Fred said, handing her a piece of parchment, closing the curtains in front of her. She stared at the crimson fabric for a moment, still in a state of shock, but that faded after a few seconds of hearing Fred and George rummage around on the other side of the curtain. Sighing, she pulled her legs under her, getting more comfortable as she looked over the parchment that had been shoved into her hands.
What is this? She asked herself, looking at the blank folded paper. This must be a joke. Running her fingers through her hair as she looked around, she tried to guess whose bed she was on, but really couldn't tell the difference between this one and her own. But the thought that she was on either of their beds made her stomach flip. She caught herself running her fingers over the blanket, and jerking her hand back like it was on fire when she realized it. She felt herself getting hot under her sweater, and she yanked it off over her head, loosening her tie and unbuttoning the top of her shirt.
She could hear them talking in hushed tones on the other side of the curtains, Lee obviously arguing about something with George. Peeking through the crack in the fabric where Fred hadn't closed it all the way, she could hear broken words of their conversations and Fred sitting on the other bed listening to them, something about "can't do that", "fragile", "she's new", "feelings", "careful", "bloody rubbish", "never try", and "damage". Josie tried to listen more, leaning forward till her ear pressed against the curtain. Her plan started to work, she could hear George saying something about her clearly…until someone leaned against the bed and made it move.
Josie lost her balance, falling forward before she could register what was happening. She was lucky her impulse was to turn around so she wouldn't hit the ground face first, but that same impulse also caused her to become tangled in the curtains, her leg wrapped in it and held suspended. Her left shoulder blade hit the floor quite hard, surely to bruise tomorrow. When she looked up, everyone was staring at her, their attention probably caught by the very large thud the fall made, and the very high pitched squeaks Josie made. After blowing her tie off her face and pulling her skirt down in a manner far from graceful, she awkwardly grinned. "Bonjour." She said softly, waggling her fingers in a wave.
Lee, Fred and George stared at her for a moment before they all doubled over laughing, Lee almost hitting the floor from his place leaning against one of the four posters of the bed she was just on. Fred took her hand as she untangled her leg from the curtains, pulling her upright and to her feet. She muttered an apology and folded her sweater over her arm, looking around the room before her eyes landed on the elephant in the room. Well, it was an elephant to her at least, and it was attractive and ginger.
George Wesley was leaning against the opposite wall with a shirt in his hand, and it must have been the one he had been planning to wear, because he wasn't wearing one at the moment. Josie immediately turned her back to him, covering her mouth as her cheeks went scarlet, the image of George Weasley without a shirt forever burned into her mind in the best of ways.
She could vaguely hear Lee Jordan choke on his own laughter over the thudding in her ears, trying to stop her mind from replaying the image of one of her first crush's standing mere feet away from her, close enough for her to see the freckles that dusted his light skin and the line of red on his lower-She shut her brain off right then and there, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach, the lump in her throat and the clenching of the muscles in her body.
She needed to write her mother another letter.