Rating: R

Warnings: Course language, anal, Male/Male, and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, Spoilers to Harry Potter books and movies, Drug use (Fred and George's potions not like, weed :S) incest, rape, violence, use of alcohol, character death and possibly more later.

Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE Draco/Harry, Seamus/Colin, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria, Blaise/Pansy, Luna/Neville, Charlie/Anasks, Noah/Dennis, Phoenix/Alexis, George/Danny, Bill/Fleur, Arthur/Molly, Seamus/Alex and possibly more later.

. . . Story Begins. . .

"Come on; let's head upstairs for a little." He helped the younger up and carefully pulled the other along. Mrs. Creevey gave Alexis a small smile before she and her eldest son Alex left.

Dennis lied down on the bed and tapped his chest, the younger boy crawling up and placing his head on the blonde's torso. The older boy drew lazy circles on the other's back and smiled when Noah's breathing evened out, signalling he had fallen asleep. The blonde boy shifted, pulling the other closer and closing his eyes, slowly drifting off to the depths of his mind.

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Mr. Weasley sighed. It was very strange having two extra children in the house whilst the rest were away. At the present time it was himself, his wife, Fred and George and Alex and Danny. December was fast approaching and the Anderson twins had yet to receive any reply from any family members. He wondered what had happened to cause this.

It was becoming more and more difficult to separate Danny and George, especially at night. It was getting to the point that Mr. Weasley was considering shipping George off to Number 12 since Danny couldn't go there. As of that moment he was showing off some of his Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes products, laughing as she'd examine it. Once and a while she's gasp and throw it, startled and the three boys would laugh, her glaring at them. One of their inventions even bit her. They were a little shocked however when she bit it back.

"Uh, d-did you just bite it?" Fred asked, wide eyed.

"Vell eet bit me first!" she cried out. Alex snorted and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Sorry! I'm remembering when we made Noah kiss the lawn gnome! Ha-ha!" the green eyed man said. She laughed and George's eyes glazed a dreamy look on his face. Fred snapped his finger in front of his brother causing him to jump.

"Sorry, she has a pretty laugh." His twin made a concerned face.

"Dude, she's converting you! You're turning all mushy, dad fix him!" Mr. Weasley blinked.

"Ah, no I'd rather not make a Veela angry son. But thanks anyways." Molly whacked him. "Ouch!"

"George stop gushing over her. You're too young anyways." He raised his brow.

"I'm going to be 21 mom. I'm buying my own flat with Fred. I think I'm old enough to- hey! I am not gushing!" They laughed.

"Apparently that hole in your head has affected your brain too." Fred said with a smirk. George glared and his brother and shoved him off the arm of the chair. They began a mini wrestling match and Danny looked away. She was slowly getting used to the fact that George, her mate, and Fred, her mate's brother, were going to fight and hurt each other. But no one said she had to watch!

"Ah, that looked painful." Alex winced.

"I'll be upstairs in zee ozer room. I'm going to brush my 'air again." He rolled his eyes.

"You should try speaking without the French accent." Fred mumbled.

"No." They all looked at her.

"Why?"

"Because I sound like a French person trying to speak vis an English accent." They exchanged looks of confusion.

"She means it's like you trying to pull off a Japanese accent, it's just not going to happen. Mind you it's interesting listening to her speak Japanese with a French accent, it's even comical." They laughed. She huffed and turned her nose up, winking at Mr. Weasley and leaving. Alex pouted. "Now I feel bad." He sighed. "She's upset isn't she?" Molly shook her head no, a tight smile on her face.

"I'm going to go use the loo." George said heading to the stairs, his mother jumped in front.

"No! You will not go up there alone with her."

"Mum, I'm going to piss myself!" Fred laughed and she glared.

"You're not go-"

"FINE! I'll take a leak in the damn sink!" He stalked towards it and Mrs. Weasley's face turned to one of horror.

"Alright! Three minutes George and then I'm coming up there!" George rolled his eyes and sent Fred a look.

"Hey mum, can I talk to you about this year's Christmas sweater?" Mr. Weasley rolled his eyes and shot George a warning look as his wife talked with their son. George jogged up the stairs, used the washroom, silencing it so they'd have no idea if he was done, then snuck up to Percy's old room. He lightly knocked on the door and Danny opened it.

"Oh, 'ello George. 'Ow can I 'elp you?" He smiled and leaned against the post, bringing him closer to her height.

"I just wanted a minute alone with you." She blushed and stepped aside, allowing him in. The redhead walked up to her a cheeky smile in place. He lightly grabbed her chin and tipped it up wards, pressing his lips to hers. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands slid into her hair, the other around her waist. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his old shorts he pulled back and chuckled.

"Zey smell like you." She said blushing. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, her face going beat red. He leaned down and lightly kissed her, handing her his shirt.

"I'll grab another one downstairs that's similar." He placed one last kiss on her cheek and headed to the door. "I'll try and see you later." She nodded and he slipped down the stairs and into his room. He reached the dresser and was shuffling through when the door opened he jumped and sighed when his mom was there.

"Got cold, wanted a longer sleeved one but was too hot for a sweater." She raised her brow but nodded.

"Alright, hurry down George." He nodded and pulled the shirt over his head.

"You know mum," She stopped and turned, both facing each other. "I can't have sex with her anyways. Every Veela's different. Some take an hour to bond other's can take days. I'd need the house to be completely empty and that never happens anyways. Besides, I don't want to be mated for life just yet, maybe next month?" She swatted at him, a small smile on her face. She appreciated him trying to tell her he wasn't going to have sex with her and she walked down stairs with him, both smiling.

"Hey Fred, what time is it?" Al asked.

"Uhm it's about eleven in the evening, why?" Alex shrugged and yawned.

"Was wondering why I was getting tired. Alright, thank you for a wonderful day Mr. And Mrs. Weasley and have a pleasant sleep, I'm off to bed. He nodded to them and jogged up the stair to the room below the twin's, Charlie's old room.

"Don't stay up to late boys." Mr. Weasley announced before heading up the stairs to his room, followed by Molly. When they were out of earshot Fred turned to George.

"Ok, where's your other shirt?" the older asked. George smirked.

"Where do you think?" Fred laughed.

"So are ya sneaking up later?"

"Of course I'm surprised you even asked! I thought you knew me better than that." George said with mock hurt. Fred snickered and the headed up the stairs. George stopped off at his room, changed into his pyjama shirt and bottoms before winking at his brother. The redheaded boy casted a quick silencing charm on his feet and head up the stairs.

When he reached the right door he found it open slightly. He smiled and gave it a small push, slipping in. Carefully the tall man walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. The figure stretched and opened piercing blue eyes.

"'ello" She smiled at him and moved over as far as she could. George smiled and pulled the covers back, slipping under them and next to her. He lightly stroked the pale cheek and she smiled up at him, a look of amusement in her eyes.

"What's so funny?"

"You are. You snuck all ze vay up 'ere to lie next to me. 'Ow dangerous." He chuckled and leaned in, a mere inch away.

"Would you prefer me to break the rules?"

"Rules are guidelines and guidelines are meant to follow if needed. No one says you absolutely 'ave to." He smirked. "Vat?"

"Nothing that's just kind of how Fred and I tend to picture things." She smiled.

"Are you going to kiss me yet?" He smirked and leaned forwards, brushing his lips to hers. Thin hands slid up his waist and under his shirt, forcing it up. George rolled them so she was on her back and he grinned down at her before sitting up straight and yanking his top off.

"Can you keep a secret?" Danny whispered? He nodded, leaning back down. "Noah and Alex are two of ze first boys in zree centuries to show Veela traits." George's eyes widened.

"Wow, that's kinda neat. Is that why Veela were becoming rare, because there was less male ones?" She nodded. "Hmm, interesting, uh can we not talk about your brother like this though?" She laughed and pulled him down. George smirked against her lips and slipped his tongue out, probing her mouth causing the young lady to part her lips immediately. Nails raked down his back and he shivered, drawing lazy patterns on her side. He briefly realized she was wearing the shirt he gave her earlier and continued his ministrations.

It became slightly more heated when her hands slid down his chest, him lifting his hips when she grasped his bottoms. Carefully she pushed them down and he hissed as the cold air hit his hardening member.

Nimble fingers ran along his shaft and his breathing hitched. He shifted slightly, supporting himself on his knees and left hand, his head dropping to her neck, short pants leaving him. He slid his hand down her stomach and under the waist band of his old shorts and into her underwear. She shivered and grasped his erection, squeezing harder.

George lightly bit her neck, squeezing his eyes shut as a moan pulled through him. He ran his finger along her inner thigh before moving up and probing her entrance. A quiet moan left her lips and her hand spend up. He grunted and pushed his finger in, shivering at the wet heat.

He knew she was a virgin for the simple fact that Veela only sleep with their mate. He suddenly felt bad for Anasks since she was in her twenties about 26, he thought, and only just found her mate. He pushed a second digit in and curved them upwards, pressing against her upper wall, earning a loud gasp and a shudder.

He nibbled her neck and his hips jerked, her hand speeding up and squeezing harder. His breathing became laboured and he moved his hand to its full potential, hitting her g-spot repeatedly. A boil started in his stomach and he latched his mouth down onto hers when her body stiffened. He let out a long moan, her essence, running along his hand.

He groaned into her mouth as his orgasm raked through his body, forcing him to spill over the edge and against her. He slipped his hand out and carefully lowered himself, before rolling over, still panting, eyes closed. She sat up and leaned over, pressing her lips against his. He smiled and returned the kiss, a content sigh leaving him.

"You should 'ead back." He nodded and stretched, pulling on his bottoms and his shirt. She pulled the shirt off herself and his eyes widened. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her chest, but it still made him blush.

"Ve've been doing zis for a month George." She said slightly amused, sliding his older shirt back on. "I vould zink you vere used to zis by now."

"Yea, well, not completely. Hey, I'll see you at breakfast ok?" She nodded and he kissed her cheek before quietly going down the flight of stairs and into his room.

"How'd it go?" Fred asked, sitting up. George grinned and him and plopped down on the bottom bunk, letting out a pleased sigh. His twin laughed and shook his head.