((Happy Gryffindor Pride day! Even though I'm a Slytherin, this story is about Josie, who is a Gryffindor.
I've had a few people ask me for pictures of Josie and what she looks like, so I decided instead of just linking everyone individually to a picture, that I would just link it here. One is one I hand drew, and another is one I did in MSPaint. They aren't exact, because for some reason how she looks in my head is hard to transfer onto paper. post/114255568537/not-the-best-at-drawing-but-people-were-asking-me and #/art/Transfer-Student-495949225?hf=1
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Once again, thank you for reading and reviewing!))
Weeks flew by, the snow melted; Oliver Wood was frantic as ever about Gryffindors upcoming game against Ravenclaw. Josie had occupied her time by beginning to study for her O.W.L's, or at least attempting to with her boyfriends, Lee and Marina interrupting her in the library constantly. The twins thought it was too early to start preparing, even though Josie told them on more than one occasion that she would rather study now and retain the knowledge so she doesn't over stress when the time does come than pass out in the middle of an exam. Lee thought the same, but also needed someone to be around while the twins were at Quidditch practice, since it was too cold for him or Josie to watch. Marina was trying her best to avoid Lee, but also had taken to talking to Josie. Their conversations ranged from her knowledge of Josie's relationship with the twins, her embarrassment over Lee, and general school things.
On this particular night the twins were having their last Quidditch practice before the Ravenclaw match, so Josie had taken this time to study her History Of Magic. Even though she enjoyed subjects with concrete ideas, like History and Charms, but the language change between some subjects gave her trouble. She had learned her History of Magic through the French eye, so it was a little different. Josie was ready to pull her hair out because this section of history was not covered in her prior schooling. She was so absorbed in her studies that she didn't notice the fluffy haired girl beside her until it was too late. "Hey Josie." Her knee hit the underside of the table, books almost sliding off the wooden surface at the sudden movement. Wide blue eyes turned on Marina as Josie attempted to slow down her breathing, throwing a crisp from the bag she had secretly been snacking out of at her.
"Don't do that!" she squeaked, earning a shush from somewhere in the library. Marina was in a fit of silent giggles, eventually calming down. "What are you doing here?" Josie asked softly, marking her spot on the page with a bit of parchment. "I was bored, and you aren't doing anything important." Josie felt her eye twitch in disbelief. "I'm studying." "You're studying and our match against Ravenclaw is coming up, and exams aren't for weeks. You're not doing anything important." Marina grinned at her, her eyes shut in an attempt to look cute. Josie sighed, closing her book and leaning back in her chair. "I can take a break. What's up?" she stuttered over the phrase, scowling as her accent got the best of her. "I just wanted to talk…and ask a question." Marina's voice cracked an octave up at the end of her sentence, causing Josie to smile. "And it is?" "Would it be alright for me to eat with you…and the twins…and Lee…at breakfast tomorrow?" "Well I invited you days ago, so I don't see why not." Josie replied, smiling at her before the realization that she would have to tone down her relationship with the twins even more than usual. "I know…I just didn't want to interrupt the little love trio…and I'm still wary of being around Lee." Josie's heart jumped for a minute before her logical mind caught up with her. Marina had seen Josie and the twins act like a couple when she hung around them in cat form.
"Uhm…Marina, please tell me that you-you haven't-uhm-""That I haven't let the secret that you and the Weasley twins have a thing? Nope." Josie relaxed a bit, her heart thudding. "But it's painfully obvious to anyone who spends five minutes around you." The tenseness returned to her shoulders, a small and sarcastic "Thanks." muttered through her teeth. The table shook as Marina's elbow dropped onto it so her chin could rest in her palm. "Why don't you just let everyone know?"
The question sunk into Josie's skin, irritating it to itch uncomfortably. "Because it wouldn't end well." She replied softly, tucking hair behind her ear. "Do your parents know?" "My mother, yes, I think my father has caught on or she told him." "And?" "And my mother encourages it." "If she's fine with it why wouldn't other people be?" There was silence. Josie's mind was racing for the reason they kept it a secret, but she couldn't seem to find one good enough for an answer, but Marina was picking at the part of her brain that kept anxiety locked away and the twin's shield was shattering. Josie did the only thing she could at the moment.
She burst.
"Do you see any other girl with two boyfriends? Do you see any girl dating two brothers? I don't want people trying to convince them I'm not good enough, or that I'm using them, or worse. I'm not entirely sure of what it's like here, but in the muggle world and at Beauxbatons, girls would be ridiculed for something like this. I get teased enough for being fat, I don't need to be teased for being….a putain." The word burned her throat, her face cringing at the mention of it. It was one of the few words she was never taught the translation for. "A what?" Marina asked, her face skewed in confusion. Looking around for people near, she ran her fingers through her hair before looking at the animagus nervously. "Someone who sleeps with many people, who is unfaithful…" "A slut?" The word stung Josie to her core, but even though she knew Marina didn't mean it scornfully the English word sounded ugly. "I guess that's the word…."She felt herself sinking down in her chair, her nails bleeding.
"Anyone who would call you that is an asshole. I think most people expect them to do everything together, and you three are adorable. You shouldn't care what other people think, all that matters is you three." "I don't care what other people think, but I know can't take that much teasing…I don't want to go back on my medication. I'm just…I'm scared. I don't know what I'd do if I lost them." Marina stared at her for a long moment before smirking slightly, patting Josie's thigh with neon fingernails. "Stop worrying." Josie was going to reply with a retort as to why she needed to worry, but someone turning into their aisle caught her eye before she could. Lee Jordan had walked between the bookcases, obviously coming to talk to Josie to pass time. His abrupt stop when he saw who she was talking to caused her to snort with laughter, covering her mouth. Lee desperately signed for her to keep quiet as he backed up and bolted out of sight. Luckily Marina was too busy stealing her crisps to notice.
Marina left a while later, telling Josie she needed to go bathe before bed and that she'd see her in their room. Relishing the return of silence, Josie went back to studying in the hope she would finish another chapter before it was time to leave. But her quiet time did not last long. Once again she was too absorbed in her reading to realize that two sets of legs had come to stand on either side of her table, thighs brushing against the dark wood. It wasn't until she reached up to jot something down that she noticed them.
Her knee's hit the table as she jumped in surprise, jostling the books once again. Her hand covered her face as she felt it flush in embarrassment, haphazardly throwing a book in George's direction as the twins doubled over in laughter. "Shut up before you get me banned from the library!" She hissed through a smile, their laughter and good natured surprise putting her in a better mood. They came to sit next to her, Fred throwing his legs over a chair to sit in it backwards, and George hopping up onto the desk between the two of them. "Wouldn't be all bad now would it?" Fred stated, adjusting his arm guards. Both of them were in their Quidditch uniforms, having probably stopped by on their way back from practice. "Means you'd be stuck with us more often." "No excuses." George added, closing her book and setting it on the pile. "Besides-" "You're already breaking the rules." Fred held up her bag of crisps, popping one into his mouth before setting it pointedly back on the table.
"Yes, but Madam Pince already doesn't like you. If she catches you two in your dirty Quidditch uniforms being loud then she's going to kick you two, and me out." Josie said, grabbing the books that belonged to her and putting them in her bag. "Oi, we did nothing wrong. There are no rules about not wearing a Quidditch uniform in the library." George grinned, rolling up her parchment while she closed up her ink well. "You know that means nothing. You just want a better reason to be kicked out." She said with a laugh, standing up to put her books back. She wasn't going to get anywhere with the twins hovering over her, so she might as well pack up. She heard the twins move behind her as she stepped up the ladder to put a book back, and instinctively pulled her skirt down. She trusted them, but they were still teenage boys. And they were the type to pull a classic thing like that just for laughs.
Hushed voices caused her to turn as she stepped down, looking between the two guilty grinning gentlemen with a raised brow. "What?" she asked, moving to grab the rest of the books. "Nothing." Fred said as he stood up, walking over to her and taking the books out of her hands. "Just thinking of a better reason to get kicked out. " With that she found her back against the bookshelves and her hands pressed against the thick wool of Fred's scarlet uniform. His lips quickly locked with hers, muffling her exclamation of surprise as her braced his arms against the shelves on either side of her to keep her there. Even though she had kissed both the twins a handful of times with different levels of intimacy, they always seemed to surprised and fluster her.
Her fingers pressed against the hard muscle under his uniform, the fabric clutched desperately between her fingers in an attempt to keep her from floating away. She was becoming steadily lightheaded as his lips moved firmly against hers and he stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. As her heart thudded in her chest and every nerve in her body writhed, she became aware the smell that was filling her nose as it brushed against his cheek. It was exactly the opposite of what she expected a boy to smell like after Quidditch practice; arousing. He smelled of leather, gunpowder, grass and fresh air with the deep undertone Josie could only place as musk. Their smell had always driven her to frustrating thoughts and sleepless nights, but the lack of sweetness that usually accompanied the other notes made it so much worse. Josie had never been one to become head over heels for boys, something that Fred and George were causing her to rethink.
His hips pressing her further against the bookcase snapped her out of her scent-induced trance, the shelf pressing against the back of her thighs returning her to the reality at hand. Fred had taken her bottom lip between his, sucking gently as his fingers worked his way down her waist to play with the hem of her skirt. His chest vibrated under her fingers as the movement of her shaking hand from his chest to the base of his neck caused him to groans softly. Josie whined softly as Fred broke the kiss, chuckling as he moved to press his lips against her neck gently. The shudder that ran through at his touch her jolted her body into his, her fingers digging into the back of his neck as she gasped in delight. His lips worked their way down her neck to the collar of her partially unbuttoned shirt before pulling away, and Josie's eyes fluttered open to look at him. It took her a moment to regain her voice, but the tease that came from her when she did was surprising.
"Is this your new pass time? Kissing me at weird moments and trying to fluster me?" She asked, ducking from between Fred's arms to put her books back with shaking hands. They grinned, George slipping off the table to stand next to her as she attempted to gather her things. "Are you complaining?" He asked, smiling down at her. "I never said that." was her stuttered retort, George's arm slipping around her waist. "Good." They said together, her response lost as her lips became occupied again. George immediately tilted his head to kiss her deeply, pressing her back against the table suddenly enough to cause books to tumble off of it. The roughness of his Quidditch gloves met the exposed skin at her waist, her shirt rising up as her arms wrapped around his neck hesitantly. Leather and warm fingers ignited with her skin to send spark down her spine, causing a small noise to vibrate in her throat. George responded with a similar note, pressing himself against her as he slipped a leg between hers. She impulsively pressed her legs together, a blush spreading across her cheeks and creeping down into her neck at the movement.
George's teeth nipped at her lip, the already swollen skin deepening in color at the irritation, her already hammering heart beat quickening with the odd pleasure. With a sly smirk and a burst of confidence, she caught his lip between hers, mimicking their actions as she sucked gently. He shuddered at her actions, groaning deep in his throat as she brushed her fingers against his neck to grasp his jaw. Again the scent they gave off engulfed her again, its warmth settling in the bottom of her stomach to swirl with her nerves. She was becoming increasingly warmer, her flushing skin, her accelerated heart rate, her inner frustration, and the close quarters of someone in such heavy clothing causing sweat to trickle down the curve of her spine.
The leather digging into her side reminded her that they were both still wearing their uniforms, and Josie thought she should be appalled due to how dirty they could get during practice, but she wasn't. She didn't have to open her eyes to see them in the thick wool and leather guards, and she realized how absolutely gorgeous they were in them. It still boggled Josie's mind that she fell for the boys who played sports, for that was the last type she thought she ever would. She never even found Quidditch players attractive until she met them, and now the image of them in their uniforms brought out desire in her. The rugged appearance brought out rougher sides to her usual inner, inappropriate thoughts, and she cursed herself for thinking that far about it; now she was never going to be able to look at them like this the same ever again.
The breaking of the kiss snapped her out of her wandering thoughts about the twins, lips pressing against the curve of her jaw and moving towards her ear catching her attention. George brushed his lips across the skin below her ear, smiling against her skin before pulling back. Josie didn't open her eyes until moments later, the sound of someone clearing their throats nearly causing her to jump out of her shoes as she hear Madam Pince addressing the twins. She turned her head and attempted to hide from the librarian, picking up her bag and glaring playfully at Fred. "You three, out. OUT! You've been here long enough to know the rules of my library Weasley!" the ill-tempered woman yelled, her shrill voice echoing. George quickly too Josie's hand, offering a "Yes mam'" and two fingered salute to the librarian before dragging Josie out of the library, Fred close behind. Nothing was said aside from the twin's chuckles until they were out of the library and halfway up the staircase.
"I believe you owe me something." George said arrogantly, turning to his brother. Fred rolled his eyes, digging in his pocket to pull out four galleons. He deposited them into Georges waiting hand, which quickly snatched them away. "Thank you!" he drew out each vowel, grinning at Josie. "What's this about." She said with a sigh. She was worried to find out; especially since she had a feeling it had to do with her. "Oh Fred just lost a bet." George replied innocently. "What bet." She asked, stopping in front of them with a hand on her hip. "Fred bet we wouldn't get caught. I bet we would." "Yeah but you cheated, you knocked those books off the table." Fred scowled, making a face at his brother. "That was entirely an accident." "Sure." Josie laughed in disbelief, looking between the two of them. "You bet that we would get caught snogging?" she asked. "He did." "I did." They said at the same time. There was a moment of silence as she looked at the two of them, a large, embarrassed grin breaking her features. With a shake of her head, she looked at George after a moment of thought and held at her hand as she said the only thing she could think to.
"I get half."