((Sorry for the long wait for a shitty chapter guys. Midterms and essays and blah blah blah. Having some writers block as well. Once again, if anyone has ideas for cute little things that I could write into chapters or base chapters on, please tell me! Keep reviewing~

Oh, and Happy Saint Patrick's Day! I would say kiss a ginger, but Josie gets a jealous very easily))

The three ended up in the twin's room, Lee no-where to be seen as they sprawled across the floor. Josie had grabbed a pair of jeans from her dorm, where Marina was still hiding out, and the three had striped out of their wet, snow soaked clothes. As if the snowball fight and Josie's joke hadn't been enough, the twins had taken off after her and tackled her into the snow; all three of them rolling down the frosty hill in a tangle of limbs. Their playfulness had ended when they realized they were all soaked through and shivering, and Josie offered that they go inside and warm up.

They had all changed in the room, Fred and George on one side of the curtains of George's bed, Josie on the other. Josie quickly stripped down into her thermal undergarments, tugging the jeans on over the bottoms but leaving just the thermals on top. They were a little tight for her liking, but they were long sleeved and comfortable, so she decided to leave it at that. She was laying her sweater on the ground when the twins appeared from around the bed, both in t-shirts and jeans. Josie looked up as Fred ran into Georges back, not noticing his twin's sudden stop.

Josie's blue eyes locked with his wide brown ones, confusion crossing her expression as he stared at her. She noticed Fred follow the matching gaze, his expression forming into a similar look of surprise. "Damn." "Bloody hell." It took moments more of their gawking at her for realization to tumble down onto her, tracking their gaze to find them staring at her unusually tight fitting clothing. Pale freckled cheeks turned red as her heart told her they were staring at her body, but her mind jumped to convince her that she had to be mistaken. You're over confident from even having someone like you. Even as her mind said this, her eyes followed them as they moved closer to her. She instinctively moved back, the back of her knee's hitting Fred's bed and the blanket sinking in around her as she accidentally forced herself to sit down. They sat on either side of her, hips bumping into hers as the bed sunk in around them and forced them to lean into her.

"New shirt?" George asked, his playful tone fighting off the teasing nature of the question. "Yes?" she stuttered out, nerves tumbling in her stomach as they gazed at her. "You seem nervous." Fred chuckled, laying back on the bed and breaking the tension in the room. "I wonder why. It's not like two 1.91 meter tall beaters moved towards me like predators or anything." George chuckled, moving himself to sit in the center of the bed and pulling her to him by her waist. Her back pressed against his chest as her wrapped her arms around her waist and set his chin on top of her head. Fred pulled bags of sweets out from under his bed and shoved one towards them, laying himself so his head rested on her thigh as they helped their cavities grow and tried to get warm. Silence surrounded them for what felt like hours, until Josie finally broke down after catching Fred dart his eyes over her for the fifth time.

"What are you looking at?" she asked abruptly, tossing a Chocolate Frog box at him. "You of course." He replied, chuckling at her. She felt George shake with laughter behind her, his arms tightening around her as he crunched down on a lollipop. "But why?" Josie knew this was a stupid question, she could guess the answer, but her mind was having a hard time comprehending that the answer was even possible. "Do you want the truth-" "Or do you want an excuse?" "Either way-" "You're going to be embarrassed." They said back and forth, Josie's neck twisting almost painfully to look when George chimed in. "Both, I want both." She replied moments later after thinking, her lip between her teeth. "Well isn't that an inviting answer." "Fred." George's stern address of his brother helped line up Fred's comment with the more physical part of her brain, her cheeks turning pink. "Anyway, the real answer is because you're bloody gorgeous, and it's not often that you allow it to be….emphasized." George tightened his grip around her waist to prove his point, making her aware that she was still wearing the thermal shirt.

Josie's insecurity made her want to fight what they were implying, even though she knew they weren't going to be happy about it. "I'm assuming you're talking about my shirt?" she questioned. Both boys nodded, even though the question didn't really need an answer. "It's just a shirt, it's just me. Nothing specia-""Josie." Fred sat up, turning to face her with glance to his twin and a scowl on his face. It wasn't until George shifted his weight that she remembered. Instantly both of them were tickling her from all sides as she squirmed in George's lap, her laughter ringing in the air as she attempted to her away from them. She eventually trapped Fred's hands against her sides by her elbows, sliding down in George's lap until she was almost lying on her back. All three of them were in a fit of laughter, Fred leaning over her due to his trapped state.

As the laughter died down, she caught the twins share a glance before she became suddenly occupied. Fred's lips met hers gently, kissing her as the last giggle faded from her lips. His hands were released as she melted into him, her hands moving to grip his shoulders as he slipped his arms around her waist to pull her up into a sitting position. A small noise vibrated at the base of her throat when he caught her lip between his, sucking gently at the irritated skin as he helped he leaned over her, his knees sinking into the bed. Her heart jumped into her throat when another set of lips met the back of her neck, a shudder noticeably rolling down her spine as the abnormally sensitive skin tingled. Both twins pulled back slightly at her movement, looking at her hesitantly with amused expressions. The nerves twisting in her stomach calmed as she realized they weren't entirely sure of what they were doing either. With a small smile she kissed Fred chastely on the corner of his mouth before turning to George to do the same, only to be caught by a hand cradling the back of her neck. George pressed his lips against hers softly, slowly kissing her until she relaxed from the suddenness of his movement. Fred moved off her, his hands still staying at her waist as he sat himself next to her.

When George pulled back she was dazed, her head spinning and heart racing. Her flustered state was made worse when he looked at her with a grin that could only be defined as adorable, his lips rolling together before pulling back to show his teeth. She felt her cheeks heat up as her heart skipped a beat, the edges of her vision becoming fuzzy as the entire world seemed to focus on him. Reality came back soon enough, and with its return Josie launched herself onto him, pressing her lips against his with a giggle before doing the same to Fred. The three laid on the bed in happy silence, their hands linked together as their new fit of laughter died. It wasn't till after a few moments of silence that Josie's mind jumped at a question. "What did I do to deserve being tickled this time?" The bed sunk in as they both turned onto their stomachs in unison, resting their chins in their hands childishly enough to make her smile. "You implied you weren't special." They said in unison. "So?" she replied. "I'm just a girl, I'm not majorly significant or life changing." "You're wrong." The sternness in their voices startled her, her brows furrowing as guilt twisted her stomach. "You change our lives."
Her stomach fluttered her eyes wide as she looked between them before sitting up. They sat up behind her as she picked at the skin around her nails. A chin came to rest on each of her shoulders. "You're wonderful Josie, stop trying to convince yourself you're not." The only reason Fred knew she was listening was the soft sight that escaped her. "You're brilliant, beautiful, funny, supportive and have a wonderful laugh. You have absolutely no reason to think you're less than fantastic." Josie hardly moved, picking at the skin around her fingers. She was embarrassed, unsure, and flustered all at once.
George stood up and held a hand out to her, smiling. "C'mon lets go eat." "I'm full off candy." She replied with a small smile, looking up at the both of them. "You need real food Josie, besides, you'll be hungry by the time we walk down the stairs to get there, you always are….everyone is." Fred added with a grin. She smiled, taking their hands and standing up. "Alright, fine." Before she walked out the door she felt Fred's fingers around her wrist, a long sleeved shirt being held out to her. "Figured you wouldn't get uncomfortable around anyone but just us in something like that." He said gently, his eyes flickering over her torso. Josie blushed, having completely forgotten she was wearing the tight top and took it thankfully. Slipping it over her head they scurried down the stairs, pausing to let Oliver Wood pass them with a glance between the three of them.
"By the way, you're on my team next time we decide to have a snowball fight" George murmured to her as Fred took the stairs three at a time. "Why is that?" she answered softly, turning to look at him. "Because he's never beaten me at a snowball fight. So either you have a better arm than you look like you would, or his theory that you're our good luck charm is true." She flushed a bit, taking Fred's theory as a form of appreciation. "It's probably both." George added, kissing her cheek quickly before jumping the last few steps. She smiled, watching the twins race towards the portrait before grabbing Lee Jordan from his spot lurking near the staircase to the girls dormitory and heading down the staircase for lunch.