Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

Sarah skipped happily through the portrait hole, her hands and jacket pockets filled with sweets. Fred and George followed behind her, exhausted from trying to keep her under control. From the moment they'd left Honeydukes and she popped tip of the strawberry Sugar Quill into her mouth, Sarah had been bouncing off the walls. By the time she'd finished her Quill and moved onto her package of Jelly Slugs, she was bursting with energy. Fred and George had to hold her hands and walk with her tightly between them in order to get her to walk calmly back to Hogwarts.

"You have a serious problem, Sarah," Fred plopped on the couch.

George joined his twin, "I think 'problem' is an understatement."

"You are never-"

"-Ever-"

"-Having candy-"

"-Again."

The twins looked at Sarah who settled on the couch between them, "Is that understood?"

"It's Halloween," she pointed out. "There's candy at dinner tonight."

Fred and George groaned and sat back, watching as Sarah figured out how much candy she had left to eat. She placed the bag of Bertie Botts, which she had in her left hand, on the coffee table while she finished off the remaining licorice wand in her right hand. Next, she removed an Acid Pop, a package of Fizzing Whizzbees, and a package of Ice Mice from her jacket pockets.

"That's all, yeah?" George asked.

She nodded, "That's all."

"Thank goodness," Fred rubbed his eyes. "How are you not sick?"

"I don't know," Sarah shrugged, "but I'm tired. I think I'm going to take a nap before dinner."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

George yawned, "I think we'll join you in that."

They did it all the time in the Gryffindor Common Room, they knew the routine. Sarah stood up and slipped off her shoes, while Fred and George adjusted their positions. The twins slid apart, Fred sitting on the left end of the couch and George on the right end. Sarah curled up in the newfound space between the twins, her head in the lap of Fred, her feet in the lap of George. Once Sarah got comfortable, Fred and George slid off their shoes and stretched out their long legs. They put their feet on the table in front of them and relaxed. George tilted his head back against the tall pillows behind him. Fred placed his elbow on the arm of the couch and rested his head against his hand. With his free hand, he absentmindedly stroked Sarah's hair.

"Sleep tight, Sarah," the twins whispered.

"G'night, boys," Sarah muttered.

Fred and George smiled at each other. It always amazed them how quickly Sarah could fall asleep. George was next to doze off. Hoping to join his twin, Fred closed his eyes and continued to stroke Sarah's hair. Fred felt her head shift on his lap and heard her mutter.

"Shh," he cooed. "You're all right, Princess. I've gotcha."

Sarah shifted again, a soft moan escaping her lips. He was about to ask what was wrong when a yell erupted from her throat. Fred's eyes shot open as he looked down at the girl in his lap.

"George!" Sarah moaned loudly. "Oh…more!"

Her back arched, her mouth opened, and her breath grew rugged. Through all of this, George was still sleeping soundly. Fred wondered how George could sleep, when Sarah was moaning his name so loudly. It wasn't long before he got his answer.

"Sarah!" George gripped the arm of the couch. "Fuck!"

Fred looked over at his sleeping twin in shock. He rarely heard his twin swear in such a way. His jawed dropped as he watched George and Sarah moan and pant. Their faces grew flushed and sweat began to form on their brows.

"Are you two…? No…you can't be…" Fred shook his head in disbelief. "Are you two shagging?"

Sarah whimpered, "Oh, Merlin, you're amazing."

"You feel so good," George breathed. "Sarah!"

Fred couldn't believe what was happing before his eyes. It didn't seem possible, let alone probable, that Sarah and his twin were dreaming of shagging one another. Well, he knew that George was having sexual dreams about Sarah. However, he never knew that Sarah was having dreams about George.

"Mm, baby, I'm so close!" Sarah knitted her brow.

George groaned, "Me too!"

Seconds went by like hours as Fred watched in horror. He felt dirty for even being in the same room while George and Sarah engaged in a quickie, let alone having Sarah writhe on his lap. He couldn't wait for the two to finish and hopefully wake up.

"Can you two finish already?" Fred felt utterly awkward.

Suddenly, George and Sarah bolted upright, screaming each other's names in ecstasy. Fred covered his eyes, unable to watch what was happening.

George was the first to open his eyes. "What…what happened?"

"What…?" Sarah blinked rapidly before wiping her forehead, "Why am I sweating?"

Fred sighed, "Because you and my brother fancy each other a lot more than I realized."

"Sorry?"

"You and my brother were shagging in your sleep. You were dreaming, of course, but it was still bloody disgusting to watch. Both of you wouldn't stop moaning and screaming. Sarah you kept wriggling around. Ugh! I'm just thankful you two weren't literally on top of each other."

Sarah and George avoided each other's eyes.

Fred looked at his twin, "George, you told me that you were having dreams about her. I didn't think she was having the same dreams about you."

"That's because I didn't let you on about it," Sarah blushed. "I was embarrassed."

George faced Sarah, "Hold on. You mean to tell me that you had dreams about me too?"

She nodded, "I had a dirty dream about you while I was sick. From then on, it was like a series of dreams. We married, shagged-"

"You got pregnant and…" George's voice trailed off.

"We lost the baby." Sarah finished. "And the dream I just had, you said you were ready to try again when I was ready to try again-"

"-You said you were and I asked you if you were sure-"

"-Then I kissed you and we started shagging."

"Spooky," George took her hand. "So, we've been having the same dreams?"

Sarah shrugged, "I suppose so."

The two were quiet until George broke the silence. "I really fancy you Sarah. I really, really do."

"For how long have you fancied me?"

He gave a sheepish grin, "Since you were in fourth year."

"Wow," Sarah tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Well, George, I have something I need to-"

"I'm sorry, Sarah," George interrupted. "It's just…I was too scared to tell you how I felt. I didn't know what you'd do."

"It's okay. I just wanted to tell you that I-"

"Sarah, I love you so much. I need to know if you love me too."

"George-"

"I know I'm jumping ahead a bit, but do you want to be my girlfriend? If you don't, I completely understand-"

"George!" Sarah yelled.

"What?"

Sarah leaned forward, placed her hands on either side of his jaw, and kissed him. Her eyes closed as she poured everything she had into the connection between their lips. George, who was caught by surprise, had just begun to kiss her back when she pulled away. "If you would stop talking for five seconds, you'd realize that I've been trying to tell you that I want to be your girlfriend."

"What?"

"I love you, too."

While he took her lips with his own, George pulled her body close to his. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Sarah actually loved him back! The blood was rushing through his veins. Likewise, Sarah's cheeks flushed at the thought of being with George. She didn't have to hide it anymore. She loved him and he loved her, they could be together. The two of them continued to make out for what seemed like hours until they were interrupted by a third person on the couch.

"C'mon you two," Fred clapped his hands together as he stood. "Stop sucking face. We've got to get to dinner."

George pulled away, "Coming."

"Coming," Sarah straightened her clothes.

"Speaking of coming," Fred smirked at his twin, "You might need to change your pants first."

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