((I'm writing some of this, or most of it, on a train! We were nervous about ridding it, so my best friend and I dressed up as Hogwarts students and pretended we were going to Hogwarts. I'm a Slytherin for those who are wondering, he's a Gryffindor. Sorry for the lateness, I was at a friends all weekend 3 Thank everyone for the reviews! I love them))
Staring at the ring that she had ripped from her finger, Josie didn't know what to do. She certainly wasn't going to use it, and especially not tonight. She tossed the ring into her school bag, waiting for it to stop buzzing. It was at least thirty minutes before it did, and by then Josie was furiously writing a letter back to her mother to send in the morning. It was hours until she got any sleep, her mind plagued with thoughts and fantasies.
The next morning she lay in bed until all of her dorm mates had left, staring out the window and trying to sift through her thoughts. The dark sky made her sleepy, the clouds passing by putting her into a daze and sending her spiraling into a day dream. She dreamed of the twins, their skin pressed against hers, hands gripping her waist and their breathing matched in rhythm, leaning into each other as hands began to travel…Josie came back into reality suddenly, jumping off her bed a bit and looking around the room. Once again she was a mess of nerves, her muscles twitching and her heart pounding.
She couldn't stand it anymore. Yanking open her school bag, grabbing the ring out of it and rolling it between her fingers as the band went crimson and the ring started vibrating again. Ripping her sleep pants off and yanking the curtains around her bed, Josie finally gave into her urges for the twins and got rid of her frustration as quietly as she could.
As the rest of the month came and went, Josie's affliction only got worse. The twins stuck to her like glue, barely ever leaving her side. She was confused as to why they suddenly got even more attached to her, but she enjoyed in none the less. They also appeared to be a lot more flirtatious than usual, but that may have been because they were around her more.
During the longer practice hours in the every dropping temperature, the twins had taken to lending her their outerwear while she sat and watched them practice, even though she had a winter coat. The new oddity did not end there though. They had kissed her on the cheek when she handed them the papers she had written for them, had picked her up and spun her around in the stands when Ravenclaw completely destroyed Hufflepuff in their match, playfully teased her more often, and all around just became more involved in her life than they had before.
After practice one evening the twins dragged Josie to duck back behind the team and return to the pitch, unlocking the door to the locker rooms and slipping inside. She stood silent and confused by the door way, watching Fred drag a bag out from behind a row of broom lockers and George unlock the door onto the field. It was a little too silent for her liking.
"What are we doing?" She asked softly, pushing the bangs that had been squished down by George's hat out of her eyes. "Testing something." Fred answered as he slung his bag over a wide shoulder and held a hand out to her. She took it hesitantly, a blush chasing away the chill on her cheeks as he led her out the door. The two of them shrugged off their uniforms, and Josie immediately flashed onto the image of them shitless, her face going scarlet. She pushed it from her mind the best she could and watched them set up whatever they were doing, the silence broken by the rustle of them shifting through their bag.
"So what are we testing?" she asked, jumping out of the way when a bright purple ball rolled towards her. "We're testing some fireworks we've been working on; you're going to enjoy the show." Fred said, walking over to her as he slide his scarf from around his neck and laid it around hers, winking at her before walking back to his brother. Josie sighed as her cheeks flushed, leaning against the wooden frame work of the stands surrounding the field.
A few minutes later, Fred and George had set up a line of fireworks to be set off. "You know if you leave scorch marks on the field you're getting walloped, right?" Josie asked, her arms crossed as he watched them. "Not if you don't tell. Besides, the grass is too wet to burn." George answered as he stood beside her, Fred lighting the first one and joining them. The explosive took off with a pop, twisting up a few yards above their heads before crackling and snapping into the shape of a fairy, like the ones floating around Professor Flitwick's classroom for Christmas, but the size of a house. It spun and flew off higher, almost passing the barrier between them and the eyes of the school, the stands, before it exploded into bright white lights that put the stars to shame.
They set them off one after another, Josie applauding each display, a small Chinese dragon, a golden snitch, a pair of broomsticks, a shattering visage of Snape's face, multicolored explosions that never seemed to end. Each lifted Josie's spirits, her heart swelling with joy as the three of them stood there in the dark, smiling and laughing for what seemed like hours as the twins tested each one of their new designs, only one of them failing. A troll that was supposed to swing a club and shatter into pieces stopped short on its swing and ended up hitting itself in the face. Josie didn't think it was a total failure; it was a failure to them.
The sky was pitch black and covered in stars when the last one was set off, Josie's head resting against Fred's shoulder as George lit the fuse, a lollipop they had given her hanging from her lips. A single red spark shot into the sky and delayed there, for a moment Josie thought it hadn't worked. But the second she took the candy from her mouth to comment, the red spark burst upward into a green line, and petals began to unfurl from the top to take shape of a flower. She felt their gaze on her as she watched, but she was too captivated by their work to address it, gasping softly as the petals shifted from red, to purple, to blue before sparking upward and falling back down again. The cluster of sparks fell into a shape, spelling out a single word.
Josephine.
She was shocked, unable to move her body at all except for the heart pounding in her chest. The sucker almost fell from her fingers, but she regained function of her body just in time as the light faded into the stars. She re-wrapped it clumsily and slid it into her coat pocket, looking at the both of them as they moved to stand in front of her. "Would be a good one for Valentine's Day that one, could customize it to be the name of the object of anyone's affection. " George said. "We like it how it is though." Fred added. "But we're biased." Their voices in unison bounced around in her head. They like it, they like…no, they must just be being nice, we're friends, there is no way they mean this in the way I want them to.
She had to ask, their grinning at her dumbfounded expression was killing her. "Biased, what do you mean biased?" she stuttered, looking up at them. "We like the name how it is…" "But then again it's already customized to the object of our affection." The two of them had their hands shoved in their pockets, rocking back and forth on their heels in unison. If you looked at them in the darkness it almost seemed like nervousness. Josie's heart had stopped; she dug her nails into her hand to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. She wasn't.
Josie couldn't speak, the breath had been knocked out of her. She was trying to wrap her head around what they were saying, but it was hard to get a grip on anything with it spinning in circles. "Are you saying that you…like me?" she managed to squeak out, her voice soft and trembling. "Of course we are, we didn't put the big ending together for nothing." Fred grinned. "Both of you like me?" she was speaking slowly, the question hanging in the air with each beat. Their ginger hair swung as they nodded. She stared at them in long silence, her mouth hanging open in shock. It was a while before she spoke again.
"Well that makes things difficult for me…" she muttered, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. George stepped forward and pulled it out again with his thumb, the rest of his fingers resting against her jaw. "We know, but it doesn't have to difficult." He said softly, smiling at her gently. It suddenly hit her why they decided to do this all of a sudden. They knew she liked them. "You know?" her voice was suddenly louder. If Lee had told them, he was dead. "Of course we know, you're certainly not a mastermind at hiding her feelings now are you?" Fred chuckled.
Josie was turning redder by the second, her heart thudding in her chest, her stomach doing flips as anxiety flooded her mind. "I can't like both of you, I know it's possible but it's really difficult and I don't know if I'm big enough for that." She was tripping over her words, stuttering and talking too fast. "Josie." "Yes?" "Shut it."
Looking up from her fingers, she locked eyes with the two of them, and she immediately started to calm down. They were kind, caring, worried, small smiles tugging at their lips as they both reached out to take her hands, holding them tightly. "Stop worrying. " Fred said. "Everything will be fine." George added. "Just let things happen." "And trust us. "
Josie sighed, letting her heart slow down as she thought, the twins rubbing their thumbs back and forth over the back of her hand as she breathed. "I like you boys a lot." She said softly, leaning her head against the wood behind her. "We know." "It's nice to hear you say it" "Finally." She smiled, pushing off the wall and wrapping her arms around each of them, hugging them in turn. "We should clean up and go back to the castle, its late." She said softly, slowly letting go of Fred and turning to pick up her bag.
They were mostly silent on the way back to the castle, but the silence was comfortable. It wasn't until they were in the common room about to part ways that it was broken. "Can we stay here for a bit?" She so softly, surprised when they heard and turned to look at her. "Of course." They responded, the three of them all crowding onto the couch, Josie's knee's pulled to her chest as they both laid arms across the couch behind her head. It was a long time before anyone said anything, the only sound the fire crackling. "How is this going to work…?" She asked softly, leaning her head back against their arms. "We can share." They said softly, one of their fingers running through her hair gently.
Josie didn't realize she was tired until she woke up to the fire burning low. Lifting her head up, she looked around to find herself leaning against Fred's shoulder, her legs in George's lap. The twins were both awake, and turned to look at her when she moved. "Morning sunshine." George said. "Oh shut it." She muttered, sitting up and stretching. "We should go to bed." The twins agreed with her, the three of them standing up and heading towards the stairs to their dorms.
"Did you like the fireworks?" They asked in unison, stopping and looking at her. Josie smiled softly, taking off the hat and scarf they had given her. "They were brilliant." She said softly, handing them back their belongings. They paused for a moment, just looking at each other. Josie was the first to move, standing on her toes in a moment of bravery to gently kiss them on the cheek, the twins resting their hands on her hip with each kiss, pressing their lips to her cheek in return.