The kiss quickly heats up. I knot my fingers in his hair, loving the feeling of the silky red strands. One of his hands slides up to hold the back of my head, while his other pushes on the small of my back, pressing our bodies together. I inhale shakily as a my body responds to his touch. Everywhere he touches me feels deliciously warm, while the rest feels cold and alone without him.
He breaks the kiss and starts trailing them down my neck, gently pulling my head back to expose more to him. I sigh as the warmth floods through me, making me tingle.
"George." I moan, and I feel his lips smile against my neck.
"Yes, love?" He murmurs lightly, breath tickling me slightly.
"I-" I immediately forget what I was going to say as he reaches a particularly sensitive spot. "mmm."
"That's what I thought." His voice is deeper than usual, mischievous in a different way. He hands slip under the hem of my shirt, resting on my waist. They stay there, tickling and frustrating me. Part of me is asking if maybe we should slow down, but the bigger part of me ignores that.
I tilt his face back to mine and kiss him passionately, slipping my tongue into his mouth. As I do, I start to carefully undo the buttons of his shirt, letting my hands brush his chest lightly with each one. I can feel his racing heart underneath my hands as I work my way down. I pop open the last one and he eagerly shrugs off the garment, letting it fall to the floor.
I tear away from his lips and start kissing down his chest, savoring each noise from his beautiful mouth. I trail down his stomach until I reach his belt. I pause, looking up at him.
"May I?"
"Merlin, yes." He breathes, eyes swirling with excitement. I chuckle and undo his belt slowly, teasing him. I pop open the button and start to gently pull his pants down over his hips.
Crack!
The loud noise startled me so much I fall back onto my butt. What in the world was that? I spin around and scowl.
"Mia you have the worst timing. Maybe owl before you come?" I sigh, clambering to my feet. George turns around to fix himself and Mia's face is the color of a beet.
"I am so sorry. I didn't know. I should have owled. Merlin's beard, which one is that?" She rambles nervously, wringing her hands.
"Fred." George calls out cheekily.
"Hazel!" Mia yells, embarrassment turning to anger.
"He's joking, it's George." I assure her, but she still looks doubtful.
"How can you be sure?" She questions, eyeing the Weasley boy.
"Fred has a scar along his left hip and George doesn't." I shrug, thinking that's a good explanation.
"And how would you know? You spend time looking at Fred's naked hips?" She scoffs lightly, but frowns deeper when both George and I blush and look away.
"Hazel!" She yells even louder this time. "Just because the stupid mash game said you were going to get with both boys, didn't mean you actually had to do it!"
"Hey! That's not why it happened! Besides, it seemed a little prophetic for you as well." I remind her, crossing my arms.
"What game?" George butts in, but we both ignore him.
"Coincidence." Mia shakes her head, putting it together. "That's it."
"Maybe I'm just a seer." I can't help but crack a smile.
"A seer that can only use dumb muggle games to predict the future." She rolls her eyes. "Pretty lame."
"Agreed. I wonder if we get the mansions too?" I shrug and Mia busts out laughing.
"I guess we'll have to find out." She wraps her arms around me tightly.
"What game?" George asks again, frantically trying to understand what we're talking about.
"Just a stupid muggle game we played on the way to Hogwarts at the beginning of sixth year. It predicted that Hazel here would get with both of you twins. Looks like it was right." Mia giggles, and I elbow her.
"Mia! You make it sound worse that it is!" I protest, causing her to laugh more.
"Girl, it seems pretty bad." She danced out of the way, just in case I sent another elbow at her. "Besides, it was because of the game that the twins took a shine to you in the first place."
"How so?" George crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.
"On the train when we were talking about you. It was this game. And then you two got all curious and started following Hazel around." Mia shrugged, taking a seat on my couch.
"We just like to know what people are saying about us!" George defends. "It helps with future marketing."
"Sure. It does. But Hazel, my love, I really need you to fill me in on everything later. It seems like you've got some big secrets under that pretty red hair." Mia shakes her head.
"Yeah, sorry about all that. It was sworn to secrecy and all that." It feels weird having people know. George, Mrs. Weasley, and now Mia.
"Are you going to tell Celeste?"
I freeze.
"Fred said she already knows." George comments very unhelpfully. "Said she's known since the second time they hooked up."
"You told Celeste but not me? And you hooked up with Fred more than once?" Mia shouts, shooting back up to her feet.
"She found out by accident! I didn't tell her!" I panic. "And yeah, it was more than once. It was a whole thing."
"I can't believe you hid this all from me!" Mia frowns, but thankfully, doesn't seem too upset.
"I'm sorry. How about we meet up tomorrow after practice, and I'll tell you every possible thing you'd ever want to know."
"Fine. It better be juicy." She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"Promise it will be."
"I did not need to hear that." George gags, shuddering at the word 'juicy' when talking about his brother.
"Sorry." I cringed, still unsure about how to navigate everything with the two boys.
"It's fine. Besides, you've upgraded." He winks and I smile.
"We shall test that later."
"And that's my cue to leave!" Mia gives me a quick hug. "Be safe kids!"
And with a loud crack, she apparates out of here.
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Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape
FanfictionHazel Taylor is in her seventh year at Hogwarts. Things with Voldemort are escalating, and Umbridge is not helping anything. She's just trying to survive the year and make it through her Newts. But things don't exactly go as planned for this Huff...
