Toil & Trouble (George Weasley fanfic)

"So did you and Fred... you know, ever do it ?" Jasmine asks, her beautiful long hair being wrestled into a bun by a very concentrated Matilda.
If the thought of kissing Fred was enough to make me sick, then the thought of fucking him would actually make me sick. So, I avoid that imagery at all costs.
"Oh, Merlin's sake, no", I quickly reply, unable to stop the disgusted look spreading across my face.
"Why not?" Ingrid asks, riffling through our shared cupboard.
"He's a player, why give him the satisfaction? Besides, I think it's Mackie who you should be asking that question to", I reply, sharply turning my head to look at Mackie, who is sitting on the floor painting her toenails a horrible shade of purple.
"Oh, I haven't slept with Fred", she replies innocently, looking up from her paint job.
We all laugh at the naivety of the statement.
"No, Oliver, you nitwit", Matilda replies.
Mackie's cheeks flush an undeniable red as she tries to conceal her face with her hands; she squeals.
"When?!" Ingrid demands drawing her attention away from the cupboard.
We are all holding our breath in anticipation, waiting for Mackie to give us the details.
"Well, there's a shortage of Gryffindor boys and their dormitory is pretty empty... So sometimes I sneak out at night and see Oliver," She reveals, hands still covering her face.
"Ewww", Jasmine replies.
We all laugh.