Emma wandered down to the Great Hall for dinner that night with her mind full of all sorts of varied thoughts. What if Fred found out that she liked him, and laughed in her face? Or worse, what if he felt awkward being around her and decided not to be friends? And what was George going to do or say? Somehow, she imagined that the fun he had mentioned would not be for her benefit. There was no way he was going to find a way to get her and Fred together, he would just make things awkward between them for his own enjoyment. She was sure of it.

"Hey, Emma," said George, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, by himself. She frowned.

"Are we eating here tonight?" she said.

"Yup," he said with a grin.

"Then where's everybody else?"

"When I say we," said George, his grin widening, "I meant you and me. Sit, Emma, we've got lots to talk about."

Emma bit her lip. There was a maniacal tone to George's voice that almost never boded well, and she didn't like the idea of not having dinner with Fred, but then maybe she didn't want to eat with Fred just now, when she was so confused about everything. Granted, eating with just George wasn't much better of an option, but it was the only one she had.

"Fine," she said, keeping her face as straight as possible. "What's with you and Angelina?"

George, who had just taken a swig of pumpkin juice, spluttered and coughed, glaring at her.

"We're talking about you, not me," he growled. "Let's get that straight right now."

"Fair's fair," she hissed back. "If we're talking about me, you're fair game."

"Fine," he spat. "You first."

"All right," she said, patiently buttering a roll. "What do you want to talk about?"

"How long have you fancied my brother?"

"Since first year. How long have you fancied Angelina?"

"Since this year. When were you planning on telling him?"

"Never. When were you planning on telling her?"

"Eventually. Never?"

"Never."

"Why not?"

Emma sighed.

"Because he doesn't want me and he never will, George. I'm the lofty little Ravenclaw, remember, George?"

George frowned and said, "I don't think you're right about that, Emma. I think Fred actually likes you but just hasn't really thought it over yet. I know he thinks you're attractive."

Emma dropped the butter knife.

"How?"

"We have slept in the same room our whole lives, you know."

"So?"

"So I know every fantasy he's ever wanked off to."

There was an awkward pause.

"You know, George, you could have put that in a way that wasn't so bluntly disturbing."

"Aw, I thought you appreciated that," he said with a wink. "You are besties with Tien, after all."

"It's completely different coming from you."

"Is it?" he drawled. "Or is it completely different when it's about you? More specifically, about Fred moaning your name as he–"

"George!" Emma cried, blushing.

"Well, he does."

"That's definitely not appropriate dinner conversation."

"Where would you rather we discuss this?"

"How does nowhere sound?

"I have a plan."

Emma winced.

"Well, that's never a good thing."

"Pish posh," he snapped. "My plans are always good things. Brilliance. And all that. Anyway, this one's fool-proof to get you with my twin."

Emma considered him with narrow eyes, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Why are you getting involved?"

"Because," said George with a shrug, "I think I see a spark between you two and I want happiness for my twin. Plus, you're way cooler than Alicia."

Emma winced again.

"So what exactly does this plan involve?"

George lit up.

"Okay, so we'll need a Dungbomb, three nose-biting teacups, a length of chicken wire, and six spoons."

Emma blinked.

"Please tell me you've got a different plan."

"Why?"

"Because no plan that has to do with setting two people up should have the word 'Dungbomb' in it, period."

George looked thoughtful for a moment, then winced and nodded.

"Okay, second plan. Involves you in Gryffindor Tower, a pinch of jealousy, and the sexiest outfit you own."

Emma blinked again.

"That might be difficult."

George frowned.

"Why? I mean, I know that we can't guarantee the jealousy, but I know my twin pretty well, and I suspect that the necessary pinch shall be quite simple to arouse."

"No, not that," muttered Emma, looking around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. "It's just that, well, the sexiest thing I own is probably my uniform."

"Oh," said George, frowning deeper. "Well, that settles it, I'll be right back."

George jumped to his feet ran over to the Gryffindor table where the girls were sitting, whispered something in Katie Bell's ear, whose eyes grew large before a grin formed on her face and she nodded eagerly. She followed him back over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down, fishing something out of her bag along the way.

"I'm sure I have it with me George, don't worry," she said with a smile. "Ah, here it is."

Katie pulled out a magazine and pushed it at Emma with a grin.

"Go ahead, Em, tell me what you like. I own just about anything in it, and if there's something I don't own, we can get it in a matter of days."

Emma frowned, wonder what was in the magazine, and then when she opened it, her jaw dropped. It was a lingerie catalog. George smirked at her expression and the three heads moved closer together over the pages.

"I think something green would suit your complexion really well," said Katie thoughtfully. "Or perhaps blue?"

"Fred loves blue," said George. "Go with that."

"All right, blue it is," said Katie. "Now, let's think of materials. I'm thinking sheer, lacy, or mesh of some sort…"

"Nothing too scratchy," said George. "Fred really liked Angelina's dress robes last year. What were those made of?"

"Silk of some sort, I think," said Katie with a frown. "Ah, what about this one, it's a silky blue negligée with blue lacy panties? I think he'd like those."

George grinned.

"I agree," he said. "No bra."

"I actually have this one," said Katie. "The chest might be a little tight, but if you're accentuating the fact that you're not wearing a bra, that might work to your advantage. When do you want it?"

"Tonight," said George, "if that's okay, or as soon as you can get it."

Katie smirked broadly.

"Tonight. And I'll do her up all nice for him, too."

"Great," said George. "Be sure Lee's in on it. Spread the word around, sleepover in our dorm. Bed sharing."

"Got it, Georgie. And I'll make sure Angelina's all pretty for you, too," she added with a wink as she slipped the catalog back into her bag, watching George's mouth flop open and shut a few times before taking off to where her friends were sitting.

"She carries that around in her book bag?" said Emma incredulously.

George simply shrugged as he cut his steak.

"You'd be surprised at what Katie carries around in that thing. Okay, now here's the deal, we're doing a sleepover tonight. You're going to come over, go straight to Angelina's room, and Katie's going to dress you up. Then you'll come in, Lee and I are basically going to go on and on about how hot you look, and ask who's the lucky man that gets you in his bed, and you'll be all coy and blushy and say you don't really care, but look at Fred and stuff a lot, which shouldn't be hard because that's what you do anyway, isn't it?"

George winked.

"I suspect he'll be aching to have you in his bed, and if he doesn't man up and ask himself, I'm going to suggest it, and I'll push you into his bed myself if I have to. You two will be sharing a bed tonight if I've got anything to say about it!"

Emma blinked.

"You do know we've got classes tomorrow, yes?"

"Yeah, yeah," said George with a shrug. "It's just a sleeping sleepover. No drinking games or anything like that. This is just to get your bodies next to each other."

As much as Emma would have liked to hide her blush, she couldn't. George just chuckled in the most maniacal manner she could have imagined and took a drink of pumpkin juice.

"See you at eight sharp," he said with a wink when he drained his goblet, and he took off for Gryffindor Tower.

Emma went back to Ravenclaw Tower to get some homework done before she had to go meet George at the portrait of the Fat Lady at eight. She sat down to her Arithmancy homework, but it all blurred before her eyes, and images of herself in the ensemble George and Katie selected swam before her eyes, taunting her maddeningly… her lying on a bed, her lying on a bed next to Fred, her lying on a bed under Fred… she blinked. Tien was smirking at her.

"What?"

"Your lesser twin wanted me to remind you eight o'clock, and don't be late!"

"As if I could forget," grumbled Emma. "Did you finish Arithmancy?"

"Of course not," said Tien. "I was having far too much fun working on my monologue about Looney Lovegood. It's gotten quite long. Would you like to hear it?"

In a panic, Emma glanced down at her watch, hoping… praying…

"Uh, sorry, it's seven forty. I've got to get going or I'll be late. But keep practicing! I'll listen tomorrow, okay?"

"Have fun looking sexy!" Tien shrieked after Emma as she was leaving the common room, and Emma's cheeks glowed crimson with embarrassment. She knew, she just knew, that every head in the common room had turned to watch her go. Tien was so paying for that later.

Emma now found herself standing outside of Gryffindor Tower, looking up at the Fat Lady once again, who gave her a knowing smirk just as the portrait swung open to reveal George Weasley, grinning at her eagerly.

"Right on time!" he cried, pulling her into the common room, and pushing her toward Katie Bell, who was giggling with Angelina over something Lee had said. "All right, ladies, you know the deal. You have until nine. We'll be waiting."

And with one last wink from George, Katie and Angelina dragged Emma up to Angelina's room, where everything they would need for that night was awaiting them. Katie tossed the skimpy pieces of fabric at Emma and ordered her to change. Feeling rather self-conscious, she did so as Angelina and Katie discussed what they were going to do with Emma's hair over their own changing efforts.

"I'm thinking really natural makeup," said Katie.

"I never thought I'd hear you say those words, dear," said Angelina, putting on her own lip gloss.

"Well, never for me," she said with a laugh, "but Emma's got such lovely natural beauty and you know how Freddie goes wild over girls who look like they've just rolled out of bed. Oh, sex hair. That'd be perfect."

"No," said Angelina, shaking her head. "Too much, lest you want him to think our little Emma is a tramp out for a one-night stand."

"Fair point," said Katie, slightly deflated. "No matter. It curls so nice naturally, we may not have to do a thing with it. Now, Em, hold still. I'm going to put a dab of lip gloss on you, and I'm going to apply just a dab of mascara. You really shouldn't need anything else, and this stuff is charmed so it doesn't rub off when you sleep."

Angelina choked with laughter.

"I can't believe you bought that mascara, Katie! That stuff is designed for people who sleep around!"

"Um, hello, have you seen my closet?" snorted Katie. "My life is designed for people who sleep around."

The three of them laughed.

Was Katie a slag? Of course not. Did she enjoy acting like one? Absolutely. Katie, oddly enough, was actually a virgin, and if you weren't one of her five favorite people, you would never know. Emma just happened to be lucky enough to be one of those people, so she got to hear all about Katie's lack of actual sexual history.

"All right, now I'm going to get you some slippers and a matching dressing gown," muttered Katie, "and I think we'll all be good to go. That is," she smirked, "if Angelina's done with her hair."

"Yeah, yeah, almost done," pouted Angelina. "Have we decided who's got the other two?"

"You're with Georgie," said Katie, sifting through a pile of shoes and slippers. "I'll take Lee."

Katie tossed a pair of slippers at Emma, slid a pair on her own feet, and grabbed a couple of nude, sheer dressing gowns, handing one to Emma and slipping the other on.

"All right," she said, "we're ready to go when you are, Angelina!"

One more lip gloss touch-up later and the girls were heading down to the boys' dormitory, where George was waiting to let them in. The three girls filed in, each taking off their dressing gowns as they crossed the threshold, Emma in the back. When she took off her dressing gown and handed it to George, Lee and George's jaws dropped to the floor, and not in a way that looked at all forced. She could see Fred behind them, his eyes wide, drinking in the outfit his brother had picked out for her.

"Merlin's balls, Em," moaned Lee. "You look good enough to eat!"

Fred smacked him on the back of the head.

"Second that," growled George. "Which lucky guy gets you in his bed tonight?"

Emma thought George might luck out of getting a smack, but then he wiggled his eyebrows at her and Fred's hand whipped out and backhanded the conniving twin. If anything, this seemed to encourage George, who smirked deeply.

"I think Fred ought to have her," said Katie swiftly, "since he's the only one who seems capable of keeping his eyes in his head."

"Great idea," said Angelina with a smile. "I call George."

Katie smiled flirtatiously at Lee, whose jaw had yet to leave the floor.

"Guess that means me and you, Lee, baby," said Katie, grabbing him by the arm and leading him off to his bed. Angelina did the same with George, who looked as though he were in heaven. Fred and Emma stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment, Fred obviously trying to decide if he was allowed to look at her or not, until he finally motioned her toward his bed and she crawled onto it, him followed her and drawing the curtains around the two of them.

Emma couldn't believe this was happening. She was in Fred's bed, with Fred, wearing practically nothing. They were turned on their sides, facing each other, as Fred pulled the covers over them.

"You look really great, Em," he whispered breathily, which was a strange sound for the ever-sure Fred Weasley.

"Thanks," she said, searching for something clever to say. Nothing occurred to her, so instead she blurted out, "Alicia likes you."

"I've noticed," he chuckled.

"Oh," she said, blushing. "Then why aren't you dating?"

Fred just shrugged and said, "She's not really my type."

"I didn't know you had a type," she whispered, feeling incredibly upset with herself that she couldn't think of anything better than that.

"Neither did I," he remarked with a snort. He looked at her strangely for a moment, then moved a little bit closer to her. She bit her lip nervously. He was very, very close to her now. "I really do think you look great," he whispered, "but I never understood why you girls get all dressed up before going to bed."

Emma felt like her brain was mush. He was too close. Or was he not close enough? It was impossible to tell anymore, but she could tell he expected her to say something, so she said, "Well, we have to wear something to bed."

Something flashed in Fred's eyes as he looked down at her, moving just a little closer.

"You hardly are," he muttered, reaching out hesitantly and running a hand along her silk clad side. She suppressed a shudder and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw him biting his lip, closer than ever.

"W-we should p-probably get some sleep," she gasped. "Classes in the morning."

He stared down at her for a moment before nodding, taking his hand away from her side and rolling onto his back. Emma stayed on her side, carefully watching him sleep. She had just about dozed off herself when she heard a soft moan.

"Emma."

She blinked and sat up a little. Fred had just said her name.

"Oh, Emma," he groaned, reaching out and pulling her tightly to him.

"Y-yes?" she whispered, but he moaned again, and she realized, he was dreaming. It hit her what he must be dreaming about when he ground against her.

"More," he gasped, and she could actually feel his hardness against her stomach as he ground against her. Part of her was in horrified shock, but another part of her was in bliss. Fred was dreaming about her. So maybe it was just because his last sight before he went to bed that night was her in stripper clothes. At that moment in time, Emma couldn't have cared less what the reason was. Fred Weasley was dreaming about her, Emma Norwick, and she had all of their friends on her side. Gazing down at his sleeping face, sighing as he ground into her even harder than before, grasping her side and pulling her closer to him Emma couldn't help but agree with George. This was going to be a lot of fun. It was really too bad it was a school night.