You were exhausted, to say the least. You had spent the whole day studying, even though it was technically the weekend now. Suddenly a shout brought you back to your senses as you entered the Gryffindor common room. 'Y/N!! Are you coming tonight?!' It was your best friends, Luna and Ginny. Of course they were talking about the girls night. You felt so bad declining, but knew you needed sleep. 'I-...i'm so sorry. I haven't gotten much sleep lately, and-' 'It's okay! Don't apologise y/n. Your health matters.' Luna cut you off warmly, rubbing your shoulder and directing you towards the dorms. 'O-oh...okay. Thanks...I guess...' You mumbled as you walked softly over to the boys dorms. Yes, the boys dorms. Sadly, you joined later than everyone else and they didn't have any more room in the girls dorms, so you had to share with (groan) the Weasley twins. You would always find mice in your bed, dye in your shampoo and numerous other things that they called 'pranks'. You didn't find them very funny. As you unlocked the door and entered, you groaned and stretched, then started to take off your clothes to get into pajamas. You were now just standing there in a bra and underwear, as you couldn't see your pajamas where you left them. You grumbled again, shrugging and walking over to your desk, which had a mirror on it. You bent over it and started to take your makeup off, first blush, then mascara (with much difficulty), and just as you were doing eyeshadow, you noticed a bright pink sticky note stuck to your mirror. You put the cotton pad down and picked up the note, reading it, still bent over your desk in quite literally lingerie. 'We are going to rail you so hard tonight that you won't be able to walk :)', the note read. You blushed, but just threw the note, smirking and rolling your eyes, picking up the cotton pad again, going for your lipstick. Doubt it.' You whispered to yourself, when suddenly a pair of hands softly grabbed your hips. 'You doubt that sweetheart? We'll see...' The voice said. The voice which belonged to Fred Weasley. You were stuck, bent over, held in place by Fred, when George came along and took the cotton pad out of your right hand. 'I doubt you'll be needing that...'. You didn't know what to do. But thankfully, they helped you out. Fred moved his hands and grabbed your boobs, caressing them, as George got in front of you, rubbing your hips. You whimpered softly, as Fred started to lightly bite on your exposed shoulder. You felt George's hand slip inside your underwear.
-imagine the rest-
