((I'm struggling guys, I want to get to the good stuff. Here's another chapter.))

After the debacle of Josie completely embarrassing herself, and after Lee Jordan had stopped laughing after a solid four minutes, she found herself sitting on Fred Weasley's bed staring at the blank parchment he had handed her earlier, and the twins were staring at her with wide matching grins as she looked at it.

Her heart rate was slowing down and the blush that had broken out across her skin was slowly fading as she tried to shake what had just happened from her mind. "So, what's this?" She asked after clearing her throat, glancing at Lee who was grinning at her from his bed. "That's the reason we're infamous." Fred said, looking quite pleased with himself as he puffed his chest out. "Slow down there friend, or your head will grow bigger than Snape's nose. " Josie said, smiling as she gently hit his head with the paper. "You're not infamous yet, and if you're telling me this piece of blank parchment is what made you so great, then you're nuttier than I thought." George snorted, taking out his wand and smiling at her. "Watch. " He put his wand to the paper. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He said, and the paper was slowly filled with writing. The Marauders Map? How odd. She thought as she read the cover with a quirked eyebrow. "Open it." The two said in unison, watching her intently.

Looking up at them from under her bangs, she laughed softly before opening the parchment and looking it over. She was pleasantly surprised and amazed all at once. "This is Hogwarts, isn't it?" she asked softly, looking down at the few feet that were padding around the map, quickly finding herself , the twins and Lee in Gryffindoor tower, her heart skipping when she saw their names written next to each other. "How long have you had this?" Josie was extremely curious about this map. "Took it from Filch's office first year, had it ever since." Fred said, watching her. "And you can see everything?" She looked at them, her heart swelling with admiration for them. "Everything." George answered. "And everyone." His brother added. "No matter where they are. " "Or what they're doing." "At any moment." "Of any day." "I swear they rehearse this stuff." Lee Jordan muttered, breaking Josie out of the trance she had fallen into staring at them. "I wouldn't be surprised. "She muttered back, smiling as the twins broke into an argument with Lee.

The rest of that night had been spent laughing and joking around in their room, sneaking out of the tower and down into the kitchen for a snack, setting dung bombs off in front of the entrance to Slytherin's common room, and hiding from Filch in a broom closet . The broom closet incident ended up much like the statue incident, with Josie pressed against one of the twins. Well, it was both of them this time. They assumed the closet would be bigger than it actually was, a mistake which caused Josie to be squished between the two boys.

Fred had his ear against the door, trying to see the map in the pale moonlight that was streaming in from the keyhole. Josie's back was pressed firmly against his chest, and George's chest was pressed firmly against hers as he attempted to keep himself from leaning against a wet mop. It was all Josie could do to keep her embarrassment from showing through. She could feel her face breaking out into a blush that would crawl down to her chest, where her heart was hammering above her ever acrobatic stomach. Her brain was working against her in this situation, playing scenes in her head on repeat as the twins planned in hushed tones .

First came the reality. George shirtless in front of her, Fred holding her behind the statue, the three of them squished together on the couch, Josie fallen over one of their laps, things that were most definitely memories that had happened as she lived and breathed. But then Josie was shown images that were not real, fantasies she didn't know she had flickering behind her eyes.

Pushing the images from her head, Josie tried to focus what was happening. George was mouthing something to Fred, his head ducked awkwardly to keep from hitting a shelf and his elbows braced against the wall to keep his backside from touching the mop behind him. He shifted his body to watch the map in Fred's hands, causing Josie to become firmly sandwiched between the two of them, not even enough space for air between their bodies. She could feel herself become squished, and her mind couldn't figure out it that was exciting or utterly embarrassing.

Josie had been in close proximity to both of the twins before, but not this close. Her senses were overwhelmed by them. They smelled of gunpowder, chocolate and fresh cut grass, and looking up at George she could count the freckles across his cheeks but her eyes wandered downward and settled on the center of his chest, suddenly flashing back on seeing him shirtless, her entire body tensing up.

"You alright?" she jumped at Fred's voice in her ear. "Fine. Just peachy. Peachy as cobbler." She answered quickly, looking at him as she picked at her nails enough to make them bleed. "We can go now." He said gently, opening the door and stepping out. Josie quickly followed after him, George closing the door behind them as they took off for Gryffindoor tower, almost tripping though the portrait as they laughed at a wizard yelling at them to quiet down from a painting.

The twins disappeared off to their room to sleep, and Josie through herself across the couch in the common room for a good yell into a pillow as soon as they disappeared. She could still feel their bodies burned into her skin. No wonder they're Beaters. God bless Quidditch. The pillow she slammed over her head cut off her thoughts on the relation between their Quidditch position and the firmness of their physique. Dragging herself up to bed, she pulled out a quill, ink and parchment and set to writing that letter to her mother before she forgot how to explain her feelings.

"Mother,

School continues to go well, Quidditch season is coming up and I believe my house will have a winning streak judging by the practices. Yes, I watch the practices; the twins are on the team, Beaters at that. You should watch Quidditch sometimes mom, I think you would enjoy it.

Speaking of the twins, no I have not figured out which on I am fonder of, and I have not let on that I like them. I think my friends Lee and Angelina have noticed though, and Lee often teases me for it. But I have a problem. The twins and I are growing forever closer, which is landing us in situations where we are…closer. Just the other day one carried me after I hurt my ankle (I am fine), and tonight I saw one of them shirtless and got into close proximity with them while "being wild" as you would say, hiding in a broom closet from an adult when we were out after hours.

They drive me a point I can only describe as insane, excuse my language I know I should not say that. But I go completely blank, can't think, and can't speak. My heart races, my body heats up and my stomach does flips. I don't know if you can understand what I'm saying mother. I notice things that I don't think I should. Like how they smell, gunpowder, chocolate, cut grass and a something that I can only describe as them. Tonight when they were talking I noticed a scar above one's eye, two moles on the others neck, I notice which side they smile more towards. When I saw him shirtless tonight I couldn't breathe. Merlin he's beautiful. Not your type at all, but he's gorgeous. And if he's gorgeous it can be guaranteed that they're both gorgeous. Mother do you know what a Beater does? They pretty much swing these bats and knock these evil, fast, mean balls around the field. You can tell these boys can handle them. I'm just going to let you imagine what that sentence is hinting at. And from being pressed against them in the awkward broom closet situation I can tell that it's completely and utterly…true.

Do you see what they do to me! Here I am talking about them like this, my heart still racing. My mouth went dry when they look at me; my stomach goes back and forth between doing flips and feeling like a knot. They make me nervous, excited, overjoyed and a wreck all at once. I feel things that I don't know how to explain and are really starting to get to me, interfering with my thoughts. This isn't good, I hate it. I hate feeling like a little girl with a crush on some famous person.

The worst part is the more adult side to this. For the first time today I had thoughts of things that would make dad's hair frizz out, stuff like the things in the books you keep in the bottom of the basket in the reading lounge. I don't know what to do about. I'm babbling about boys. I'm sure you're ecstatic and are going to want to sit me down in your bedroom and talk about this for hours while we drink some odd flavored tea.

I love you, can't wait to come home for Christmas.

Josie."

Josie rolled up the parchment and tied it with the silver ribbon her mother had tied the last one with, setting it on top of her bag to be sent back with Georgette in the morning. As she lay in bed, Josie thought of what she had written. Perhaps she had gone a bit overboard with the explanation, knowing her mother would get a kick out of it, she did not lie. The twins frustrated her to no end, they gave her so much happiness and strength but then made her so nervous, gave her feelings she had no clue how to pinpoint.

She fought the thoughts about them, hoping it would die down soon enough and instead thought about Halloween coming up soon. She hoped it would be as sweet as the candy she and the twins had bought in Hogsmead, and that the tricks she knew the twins had planned would distract her from herself. As she drifted off to sleep with her skin still warm from theirs and her stomach tight, she thought of them once again.

Maybe that map of theirs can help me find my way around my own emotions.