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Fred and George walked through the hallway to the French teacher's classroom. Nobody thought any different of the fact that they were out of bed when curfew was so close. They even saw Filch smirking at them since he figured it was time they got detention for something. The twins reached the classroom door much quicker than they expected. They stood outside the door for the longest time, dreading their "lessons." Finally George went ahead and gave the door a few knocks. The door quickly swung open and almost hit Fred in the face.
"Boys," Francis purred, "Don't be shy now, come inside."
The boys slid inside and stayed as far away from the professor as they could. The blonde walked past them but motioned to two seats that were already set up for them in front of a blackboard. They followed solemnly and took their seats while they waited for the lesson to start. Francis picked up a piece of chalk and turned to the boys.
"Can you tell me why you two are special?" Francis asked them. They tilted their heads in unison.
"We are devilishly handsome and rebels therefore we are extremely attractive?" Fred said, unsure. Francis considered this but turned around and wrote something on the board. He spoke to the board, hiding what he wrote.
"Apparently you don't understand the merits of having a pair of twins as students at this school," Francis rejoiced.
"What are you talking about?" asked George.
"Listen up," Francis exclaimed, "Having a couple of good-looking guys with homosexual tendencies earns this class high points. It also helps that they must balance their attraction and their friendship."
He moved away from the chalkboard and revealed the one word written on it in very cursive handwriting. The boys stared at the word and were trying to figure out what "twincest" was.
France continued talking, "And in your case because you're twins your relationship is taboo and therefore more intriguing, and besides, who hasn't fantasized about twins? Having two loves is better than one, don't you think? It's a young woman's romantic fantasy."
They sat in silence and their professor smiled as his messaged slowly sunk in. Fred stood up abruptly and looked in shock at the teacher.
"You want us to what? To become lovers? That's insane! We are brothers!" yelled Fred. Francis looked at George, waiting for his input. He didn't want to work on them if they were a complete lost cause.
"He has a point, Fred," George said, earning a look of bewilderment from his brother. "We could rule the school if we could control the girls. Imagine it though, we are already close enough so it's not that much of a stretch..." He said before trailing off. Francis stood back and watched as the boys continued to fight about whether to listen to the professor or leave that minute. In the end George won and Fred sat down and was silently brooding that he lost a fight.
"Now that that's settled, why don't you two give up your secret room that is hidden in the dungeon? You are going to be spending a lot of your time here and won't have time to visit there anymore," the blonde said to the two dumbfounded twins.
"H-How? How did you know about that room? It was the best kept secret in Hogwarts!" Fred stammered.
"Let's just say a lost family member was found there and is with another professor until we find his grandson," Francis smirked, " I think your younger brother and his friends would... benefit from having the room."
The perverted blonde walked closer to the twins. He brought a finger under George's chin and lifted it up to look at him.
"Follow what I say and no one will be able to deny you, not even me," Francis whispered. George started to get a light pink dust on his cheeks since he was not used to this sort of attention. George soon found himself in his brother's familiar arms.
"You are mine. I won't let anybody else have you; can you forgive me for being so selfish?" Fred muttered seductively and kissed his brother on top of his head. France let out a hearty laugh and was clapping his hands.
"Now that is what I was talking about, oui? Keep it up like that and no one will keep your eyes off you," Francis said. You already have my full attention and nobody has managed that in a very long time, he thought to himself.
George managed to break free of his brother's arms and looked and Professor Bonnefoy.
"That's all we have to do?" he asked.
"For now," the professor responded. They spent the rest of the night going over possible lines and scenes to do for the days coming up.