Twin Dilemma

Chapter 12: Hair Care, Love, and a Wizard’s Rave

Fred chuckled to himself though out most of the day. All it took was a look at his twin’s flaming pink hair and his chuckle would become a full-blown laugh. When he did laugh, George would glare at him or blush to match his hair. George tried to get back at his brother for his mirth by pretending he was Fred when working with customers. This stopped working when he noticed Fred disappear into the back room and then reappear wearing a large name tag on his robes. George was beginning to suspect that the name tag wasn’t all his brother did in the back room. He noticed how many of his family and former classmates suddenly showed up in the afternoon, eager to purchase some WWW merchandise. Lee was the first to show up. He made a straight line to George and called him by name - something that most of their friends still messed up. Alicia had wandered in after lunch. So had Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione, then Harry, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood and now Oliver Wood. And they all made an effort to single him out and ask about the hair.

“Oh when I next meet Kitten I am going to make her howl for this little trick,” he thought. But a smile broke out on his face when he remembered the previous night and exactly who did the howling and why. He cheered up and decided to have fun with it. He donned a headless hat for the rest of the day until the shop closed. His friends insisted on taking him to the pub to get the “Real” story about the boxers, the pink hair and his tardiness. Surprisingly, Fred bowed out and said he’d hear it all later. He closed the door as they left and switched the shop sign to “Closed”.

Inside the closed shop, Fred made his way to the backroom where he removed his WWW robes and freshened up. He then took a card from his pocket and read the Floo address on it. He walked back out in the front room to the fireplace and grabbed some Floo powder. He threw it on the flames and popped his head in and said, “Paint Smears”. The fireplace began to spin and Fred felt like his head was speeding past many fireplaces before halting abruptly. He shook his head to clear the dizzy sensation and looked out onto Chloe’s studio room.

Chloe was perched on top of a long table wearing a camisole and overall shorts that were turned into a skirt. She was chewing on a quill and staring at a drawing she was working on. Fred thought she looked adorable when she scrunched up her nose. At the foot of the table were many piles of discarded parchments, some wadded up, others were shredded, a few clearly had been trotted upon. Chloe threw down her quill in disgust and cradled her head in her hands moaning, “I just can’t get his head right”.

Fred called out, “That’s because you need bigger parchment, especially if its Malfoy’s head!”

Chloe spun around and stared at the fire. “Weasley! You’re not mad are you? I must say I like your hair like that.” Chloe flashed a pretty smile at him, oblivious to the large ink smudge across her nose.

Fred replied rather puzzled, “Er, thanks and why would I be mad? I just wanted to see if you were free for dinner tonight and maybe some music? It looks like you could use a break
- refresh your mind.”

Chloe’s smile diminished, “Oh I wish I could but I promised my roommates I’d go Portkeying with them tonight.”

Fred looked very disappointed. He stuck out his lower lip and gave her his best sad puppy dog look.

Chloe cocked her head and jumped down off the table. She walked over to the fire and placed her hands on Fred’s face. She leaned in and kissed him, inserting her tongue in his mouth and moaning slightly as he kissed back.

“All better?” she asked.

Fred shook his head no. She took his face and rubbed it on her breasts.
Fred could feel his lower region reacting positively but at a long distance away. Chloe than turned his head and licked his ear. She bit down on his lobe and blew in it ever so gently. Fred inhaled sharply and groaned. This was extremely weird, feeling immediate reaction to her tongue in his ear and a delayed, distant hard on. Oh Merlin! He was so sensitive in his ears. He was a goner. He tried to maintain a pout.

Chloe sensed her advantage. She placed both her hands on his ears then tugged hard and pulled Fred all the way through to her studio. He fell on top off her and pinned her with his weight. His pout turned into a predatorial smile.

“Looks like someone has a bit of time for a quick romp?” he said suggestively.

“Only if it’s quick!” she teased back. Then she locked her thighs around his waist and wiggled against him. He felt himself respond to her movements and relaxed his grip as he leaned forward only to find himself flipped over on his back on the rug!

“Ow! How did you do that?” he asked surprised.


She smiled as she got up and walked to him, then straddled his legs.

“Three older brothers and loads of muggle wrestling shows… well, a girl’s bound to learn a trick or two.” She reached down to his trousers and unbuttoned them. She placed her hand on his erection and closed her fist around it.

“Uncle?” she queried.

“Auntie?” Fred said back.

Chloe snickered. “No you silly wizard. “Uncle” means do you give up?” She squeezed him tightly with her fist to emphasize her point.

Fred gasped, “Uncles! Aunties! All my relatives!”

Chloe snickered. She pushed down his pants to his knees, and promptly straddled his cock. She pushed down roughly, impaling herself. Fred groaned very loudly as he noted: Ah, no under garments to get in the way, my clever lady!
Chloe’s response was to slowly move her hips in a circle. Speech became inappropriate.
Only heavy breathing, moans and whimpers were managed.

Ten minutes and 37 seconds later they were laying in a sweaty, sticky heap on the rug, sated for now, and gazing at each other with goofy grins.
Suddenly Fred sat up looking very, very serious. Chloe gulped, stealing herself for whatever revelation he was about to divulge.

“Oh, I have been meaning to tell, you..um..” Fred began.

Chloe braced herself for the news.

“Well, the thing is, I er, well we…” He glanced at her nervously.

he was starting to get very worried and a bit annoyed. “Just say it!”

“Oh, right then. We want you to do some posters and ads for WWW? We’d pay you of course. I’ve been meaning to ask you since you gave me your card.” Fred rushed it all out. Then he looked at her with a hopeful, eager expression.

Chloe’s sinking feeling immediately reversed itself and she “Whooped” with joy!

“Is that all? Sure I’ll do it.” She leaned forward and sealed her agreement with a kiss.

“I didn’t think I should mix business and pleasure so I felt a bit awkward asking. But I didn’t want to forget again.” He said stroking her hair.

“Let’s stop talking about business then and focus on the pleasure. Do you want to go with my friends and me tonight? Portkeying?”

Fred nodded happily.

“Right then. Up you go. It’s time for me to get back to work. I’ll see you here at 9:30 tonight. Don’t be late.”

She helped him up, pulled up his trousers, spun him around and booted him into the flames while throwing in some Floo Powder calling out: “Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes!”

Fred vanished in a Flash.


Fred didn’t feel like meeting up with George and his friends. For once Fred was reluctant to share his feelings about a girl with his twin. In school and out, they had shared everything, especially their feelings for girls as they stumbled through their first encounters with them.
But now he was serious about this one and, well, he wasn’t ready to talk about her yet to his brother. But he did want to share with someone. He apparated home to the Burrow.


Crack! Fred found himself at the back door. He knocked just in case his parents were having some private time. Then he popped his head into the kitchen. “Anyone home?” he called.

“In here,” yelled his father.

Fred headed to a small side room they now called the Mugglebox Lounge. Arthur was surfing through the channels of the T.V. the kids had given him at Christmas.

“Where’s Mum?” Fred asked.

“Oh, she’s off to another one of her knitting affairs. She’ll be back on Thursday. Are you still coming over for the Family dinner?”

“Yes. Thought I might bring a friend with me,” Fred said casually.

Arthur turned his attention from the rapidly changing screen to scrutinize Fred’s face.

“Would that be a ‘female’ friend?” he asked.

“Yes, she is female.” Fred sat silent for a moment.

Arthur continued to study his abnormally subdued child. “Hmmm, this must be serious”, he thought to himself. He waited until Fred spoke again.

“Dad, when did you know Mum was the right girl for you? I mean when do you know it’s more than just, you know, hormones and good feelings?” Fred asked quietly. He looked over at Arthur with a serious expression on his face.

Arthur paused long enough to be sure Fred was serious and it wasn’t one of his and George’s elaborate pranks. Then he sighed. He’d had similar talks with Bill, Charlie and even Percy. “So how do you know when it goes from lust to love?”

Fred grinned and nodded.

“There’s no real easy answer. With your mother I found myself wanting to be with her all the time. When I wasn’t with her, I thought about her. I stopped hanging out with my friends and family as much as I use to unless she was with me. And I didn’t want to share her. I would get cranky if other guys started flirting with her until finally I had to ask her to be with just me. Then I knew I was in love and it never changed. I still feel that way. Why Fred? Do you think you’ve met that special one?”

Fred squirmed under Arthurs gaze. “It’s just so new and we hardly know each other but I feel like I need to be around her to breath! I haven’t looked at another girl since we met.”

“She must be quite special if she’s managed to make you slow down. How does George like her?”

“He hasn’t met her yet. He knows I’m seeing someone but I wasn’t ready to have them meet. I didn’t want him pulling any of our former date jokes on her like pretending to be me and snogging some other girl or showing up to dinner with my date while I’m out running on some wild goose chase. I wanted some time with her before I throw all the Weasleys into the mix. He’ll meet her on Friday at the dinner.”

“That sounds reasonable” Arthur agreed. He was a bit surprised and flattered that Fred hadn’t told George yet.

“Thanks Dad. I am off. Give my love to Mum.” He turned and walked back into the kitchen.


“There’s some sandwiches in the coldbox, help yourself. Arthur called out.

“Mmmmthanks Dad!” came the reply.

Arthur smiled to himself. Could the Twins be growing up at last?

Fred stepped out of Chloe’s fireplace promptly at 9:30. Several of Chloe’s studio mates and artists were mingling about, drinking butterbeer and chatting away. Hilda greeted Fred.

“Hi there. Well your hair certainly looks normal considering…”

Fred was wondering what was with the hair comments today.

“Hi Hilda. If you want to see some different hair, you should see my brother’s. It’s bright p...”

“Oh!” interrupted Hida, “That reminds me, have any of you seen Malfoy’s hair lately?”

People shook their heads.

Hida continued, “Apparently neither has Malfoy!”

Fred and the others laughed.

“His hair just started falling out one day. St. Mungos can’t seem to find a potion to reverse his lost. They think it’s some odd passed down from one of his ‘pureblood’ ancestors. He’s taking to wearing hats and dark glasses if he shows up in public. Reminds me of that weird Muggle singer who likes little boys.”

More laughter.

Just then Fred felt someone grope his bum. He turned quickly and saw a tall brown hair fellow in make up wink at him. Fred was about to say something when he heard someone clearing a throat by his ear. He turned and there was Chloe, her hand still close to his bum. She was definitely smirking at him. He relaxed when he realized his mistake and gave her a quick kiss.

Hilda held up a headless plastic figurine. People quieted down.


“Ohh! Is that a smerf from a Happy Meal?” asked Chloe. The other artists looked at her as if she had spouted horns. Fred put his hands around her waist and squeezed. “Another mystifying Muggle term?” he whispered. She nodded.

The group gathered around Hilda. She spoke. “Before we go, if anyone wants any safe boosts, Michael’s got some “All you need” Potion and Chloe has a few “shroom ‘n gos”. Remember, purple signals if anyone needs any help. Party safe!”

Fred looked at Chloe and cocked his head questioning.

She whispered, “All you need” potion is like a love potion and a touch of felix felicis. Everybody loves you and you have a great time. The shroomn’gos are a natural enhancement. I got some from my cousin who is a shaman. Your body will feel wonderful. Just don’t mix them.”
She handed Fred what looked like a dried out mushroom. She smiled and said, “You don’t have to take anything if you’d rather not.” She stuck two in her own mouth and grimaced as she chewed them, “They taste nasty. Like old, smelly socks!”

Fred, who was used to testing out new WWW experiments on hisself, took two and said, “Who can resist after that recommendation?” He shuddered as his gag reflex kicked in. She was right, these taste just like smelly old socks- George’s.

After a few more minutes Hilda checked her watch.
“Ok, it’s time to go”.

Everyone reached in to touch the figurine. Fred reached around Chloe to touch it. He soon felt that weird sensation like he was being pulled inside out through his belly button. The world spun around him and then stopped. Most of the group stumbled to their knees. Fred managed to stay up and held onto Chloe to support her.

They looked around. They were in a large warehouse full of people. There was a band playing and people were dancing everywhere. So this was a Portkey party, Fred thought to himself. A Wizard’s Rave. Sure sign that people were feeling safer these days when they would just portkey off to some strange location for a night of revelry and from the looks around him, debauchery, without any hesitation. He, Frederick Weasley of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, planned on enjoying his first Portkey Party. He could feel the excitement welling up inside him.

“Come on,” he said to Chloe, “let’s go dance.” He took her hand and they headed towards the throngs of dancers.


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Thanks again to my readers and especially to those of you who take the time to review it. I appreciate the advice and encouragement.

I didn\'t mean for this to become the epic it has become. It\'s rather fun writing about the Weasley Twins.

I will be taking a break. Work deadlines, vacation, calss reunions,quest for a tshirt, research....

If enough people want me to finish, I will.

If so, things to expect:

Fred\'s altered state will be revealed. Sex will occur in silly palces. Both twins will attempt to bring their girl friend to the big Weasley Dinner. Hearts will shatter, Molly will laugh, violence will ensue, more tainted sex wil be indulged, and Malfoy will still be a hairless git. Oh! And a choice will be made.....