As One

The Morning After

Lila opened her eyes the next morning and looked down to find an arm wrapped possessively over her torso. Her naked torso. The events of the night before flooded back to her and her face flushed as she looked over to Fred, who was asleep beside her. 

He looked uncharacteristically peaceful. No sign of the unadulterated mischief that usually tinted his features. She studied his face, from the slope of his nose and his long lashes to his curved lips and stubbled chin. As she stared, she noticed he had a freckle just under the left side of his jaw, and she wondered if George had the same one. 

"Morning, gorgeous." 

Lila looked up abruptly from his neck to see Fred had opened his eyes and was looking at her with a smirk across his lips. Before she could realize it, he had leaned up to press his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the kiss, her hand coming up to his hair.

"Freddie, you sly dog." 

Lila jumped, covering herself with a blanket as she sat up, cheeks blazing as George stood in the doorway, looking at the two of them.

"Goooood morning, Georgie." Fred chirped, leaning back against the headboard with a smug grin on his face.

George shook his head in exasperation, "I should've right well known you'd do this then, inviting her to sleep in your bed. Cheeky bastard." 

Lila looked back and forth between the two of them, her embarrassment giving way to confusion, "Hold on then, what do you mean, 'you should've known'?"

Fred leaned forward and rubbed her shoulders, moving to her ear, "Ah, don't worry about him, Georgie here's just got his knickers in a twist that I got to you first." 

George rolled his eyes, and Lila's confusion quickly became irritation, "Hold on just a bloody minute," She stood up abruptly, taking the blanket with her and extricating herself from Fred's hands, "What kind of game are you two playing at! Did you invite me back to your flat on some kind of twisted competition?" 

She was fuming, glaring back and forth between the two of them as they looked at each other, eyebrows raised, and then back to her.

"Well?" She demanded, crossing her arms under her chest to hold the blanket up.

George spoke first, "Absolutely not, I just thought we could catch up-"

"It's not like George knew I'd try to shag you that quick." Fred finished.

"But you knew he'd try to shag me?" Lila asked, her head spinning with the oddity of the situation.

"Hey! Don't let him off that easy, he knew we'd both want to shag you!" Fred interjected indignantly, getting out of bed to pull his pants on.

"What?" She nearly screeched, eyes wide, her brain racing through the events of the previous night. Sure, she'd been lusting after the two of them since she was fourteen, but the sheer insanity of the whole situation made her feel like she was hallucinating. There was absolutely no way that she was standing in Fred Weasley's bedroom after having one of the best fucks of her life listening to him bicker with his brother about who got to shag her first. 

"This is not happening," She said out loud, closing her eyes, "I got too drunk at the pub, passed out, and I'm now having a very strange dream, there is absolutely no way I am in this precise situation right now." 

"It'd be a right wet dream then, wouldn't it." Fred laughed, and her eyes snapped open to see him smirking at her, definitely still there and very much real. 

George chimed in, "Why wouldn't this be real, anyway? You think you'd make this up?" 

Lila blushed heavily again, thinking about how many times she'd fantasized about something exactly like this back in school, but she was wrestling with herself. She wasn't sure if she should feel happy or completely offended.

"Stop teasing me!" She exclaimed, "So when you brought me back here last night, you what? You looked at me in my see-through clothes and said 'oh, my little brother's best friend is vulnerable and in trouble, let's bring her back to my apartment so me and my twin can see who gets into her knickers first'?" 

"Well you should've seen yourself--" Fred started, but George cut him off by tossing a nearby book at his head. 

"Fred, you right git, can't you see she's upset!" He glared at his brother, turning back to Lila, "I just wanted to help out, honest. I can't lie and say I didn't think you were more than a sight for sore eyes, but I wasn't trying to start anything like this. We never do anything like that with Ron's friends."

Lila found herself overwhelmed, taking in far too much information at once, "But you do this often, then? Bring girls back here and- and have this weird little competition?" She thought about what Hermione had said at the pub and wanted to smack herself for being so stupid.

"Well, it's not always a competition, often more of a team effort really." 

"Will you shut up, Fred!" George shouted, and Lila's eyes went wide. The boys bantered all the time, sure, but she'd never seen them argue like this.

George looked at her, eyes apologetic, "I'm sorry, Lila. I didn't mean to-"

"Where are my clothes, George?" Lila asked abruptly, far too overwhelmed to process everything going on in that room in that very moment, "I think I ought to go."