Twin Dilemma

The usual disclaimer: I am not the owner of the following characters with the exception of the artheads. All the other characters belong to JKRowling. Thesel characters have been borrowed in the dead of the night with help from a certain map and like the famous duo\'s firecrackers, this make believe will eventually dissappear as long as it isn\'t altered, wacked, vanished, tampered or otherwise spelled.

The first two chapters have been beta\'d by the wonderful Badstarfalling00 and reposted.
Thank you Bad!


Warning! Some Noncon and questionable potion use going on...

I appreciate any reviews. This last chapter was hard to get my quill around. Worth continuing?

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Chapter 13: Mind Over Matter

Fred awoke to the wonderful sensation of having his face licked. He smiled and mumbled “Mmmm.” The licking continued. Soon Fred felt another tongue licking him from the other side. “Ahh!” His breathing froze. Two tongues! His cognitive senses tried to swim to the surface of the murky waters fogging his brain. He squinted one eye open and peered about. Startled, he jumped up only to trip over his jeans that were hanging around his legs and fell flat on his face. The two nifflers returned and began licking his ears. Fred groaned. His head was on fire with pain. He pushed himself back up and shooed the nifflers away.

“Where am I?” he thought as he looked around. He was in an overgrown field in an unknown countryside. “How did I get here?” He tried to remember the events that lead him here; half undressed, thick headed - a mess laying in the mud being licked by some wild nifflers.

Fred gathered himself to stand up. Once upright, he was overwhelmed by a spinning world sensation. He took a wobbly step and then promptly leaned over and coughed up big bits.
He sank down to his knees and crawled away from the mud and spewed again. He sat with his head in his hands and moaned. He needed some Hangover Potion and quick. He reached for his wand and panicked. It wasn’t on him. It wasn’t in his clothes nor was it any where in the vicinity. “Oh no!” Fred groaned. He eyed the nifflers to see if they were chewing anything. No, they only went after shiny objects, not wood.

What if he dropped it when he was apperating or part way thru a portkey travel! He was stuck. He had no idea where he was or how to get home.

George! He shut his eyes and focused hard on thoughts of his brother. “Find me, find me find me,” he thought with all his waning strength. “Find me you prat!”

Suddenly the WWW kookaburra appeared in front of him. Fred smiled in relief. Then he noticed the red envelope! “Not a howler!” he thought. George no doubt heard the prat part of his message! The kookaburra let the red envelope fall down towards Fred, laughed its head- throbbing laughter, and popped out of sight. Fred lunged for the red missive and promptly buried it in the mud hole. H e heard muffled sounds from under the mud followed by some rising bubbles. “Whew!” thought Fred, “if he had to hear a howler right now his head would explode.”

He massaged his temples and tried willing away his queasy stomachache. “Thanks dear brother,” he thought to himself. “Now what am I to do?” He looked around trying to determine his next course of action.

Just then a small owl he didn’t recognize flew down and perched on his knee. Fred wondered how such a small owl could make such a thundering sound with its wings. The owl settled and stuck out its leg. A piece of parchment was tied to it. Fred reached for it with trembling hands and pulled it off the owl. The parchment weighed more than he anticipated and he fumbled to catch it before it landed in the mire. He unrolled the parchment to find a note from Chloe.

“Weasley!!! Where were you? What happened to you? We’ve all been worried sick since Alfy returned to my studio at 4:00 am with your wand and no idea where you were. I lost track of you after target practice. I am sending a portkey back in case you are in no shape to return on your own.
Gentle caresses,
Chloe”

Fred looked at the small metal item attached to the message. It appeared to be some kind of directional device with a needle that pointed north. But when he moved it in different directions the needle continued to point North. Underneath the area where it had been attached to the parchment were the words “There’s no place like home.” Fred suspected he had to say these words to activate the port key. He wondered what the significance of the phrase meant.

Shaking his head to clear the mire lurking within, he stood up and said out loud “There’s no place like home.” He felt the portkey pull as he was embroiled in a swirl of colors and wind.

Chloe was seated at a table in her studio, sketching and humming to one of her favorite songs. To her right was a bubbling cauldron. She looked up when she heard a thud and a groan. Weasley lay on the wooden floor where the port key had dumped him. His eyes were closed and he was groaning. Seeing his greenish pallor, Chloe picked up a dipper, scooped up some of the contents of her cauldron, and poured it into a glass. She carried the glass to the prostrate man on the floor and gently stroked his face. Fred opened his eyes and produced a half- hearted grin.

“Here” she said, “Drink up. It will make you feel better.”

Fred frowned at the thick, blue substance in the glass she was holding.

“Drink up you big baby!” teased Chloe.

Fred grimaced but he took the glass and dutifully drank the contents.
The fog in his head cleared instantly. This was followed by the disappearance of his headache and fragile auditory sensory responders. He burped once very loudly causing him to blush and then his stomach stopped heaving and settled down.
“Thank you,” he whispered gratefully. “You are a godsend.”

He leaned up to give her a kiss.

Chloe backed away quickly. “No way Weasley. You stink.”

Fred looked down at himself. What little clothing he was wearing was covered in mud and other questionable stains. No wonder she didn’t want to kiss him! He couldn’t even stand to be near himself. He began to giggle and then laugh. Chloe joined him. When they could catch their breath again, Chloe asked him what happened?

Fred shook his head. “No idea. The last thing I remember was drinking from the Tokillya bottle and shooting the muggle gub at the target. Oh, and wandering off in the dark with you to play a new game you called “Hide and seek”. Then I awoke to two wonderful ladies kissing and licking my face. Only it wasn’t you. Hell, it wasn’t even ladies! It was two wild nifflers! And I was sitting in a mudhole! Then I realized I didn’t have my wand. Luckily your owl came along before I really panicked. What kind of owl was that?”

“A Tawney Frogmouth. Rather obnoxious. I call him Pippin.
You didn’t mix potions last night after my warning, did you?” Chloe asked.

“Definitely not. I am an old hand at potions and their, er, negative side effects. One warning is all I need,” insisted Fred.

“ Well my Ginger Man, perhaps with some coffee and a soak in the tub, the missing pieces of last night will come back to you. I, however, have deadlines and must devote most of this week to finishing some work. Or my annoying “patron” will insist on supervising me at close range. He’s difficult enough when there’s a table between us.” Chloe said.

“Ah, Malfoy?” Fred asked. Chloe nodded. “Well, I shall be off then. Wouldn’t want that fate to descend on you.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss on her cheek. Chloe’s nose wrinkled. “Ok, ok ok. I stink. I am going. Hand me my wand, luv.”

Chloe walked over to Fred by the fireplace and handed over his wand. She blew him a kiss and said, “I’ll try to pop by to the shop sometime this week before dinner at your parent’s.”

Fred smiled and said, “Ta.” Then he tossed in some flu powder and said loudly,
“Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.

George was slumped over the counter staring at nothing. The shop was empty of customers and George was bored. He was wondering when Fred would show up so he could get back to a prototype he was working on. Lazily he flicked his wand at the pygmy puff display sending a small tickle charm causing them to startle and jump straight in the air, squealing.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk little brother. We can’t have you damaging the merchandise!” said Fred as he climbed out from the WWW fireplace.

“Well, look what dragged its sorry arse into work finally! Not putting you out too much, having to show up for your shift, is it? Where have you been and what in Merlin’s balls has happened to you?” asked a rather hostile George.

“Before you say anything you’ll regret, my dear brother, let me just say I have no memory of what transpired to produce the unsightly spectacle before you. I awoke in a muddy field miles from civilization and if it hadn’t been for the quick thinking of my girlfriend I might not of shown up to work for another couple of weeks. Unlike my nonhelpful twin, she had the foresight to include a portkey back as I had somehow ended up wandless and alone. Up until my memory got hazy, I was having the time of my life portkeying to different parties in different locations. Now I am tired, sick, filthy and hungry. I am going to clean up. Perhaps a soak in the tub will jar my memory and then I can tell you about my night.” Fred turned to walk through the backroom to the steps leading up to their flat.

George shouted out at his retreating backside, “Might be a good time to test that Mind Over Matter potion.” Mind over Matter was a potion that they both thought up to enhance cramming for tests. A student would take the potion just before their test and remember quite clearly everything that they did or read or studied for the past 24 hours. It was still in the testing phase and had a few side effects to be worked out.

“Yeah, all right. I’ll give it a go,” shouted Fred over his shoulder before closing the flat door behind him.

“I wonder if he remembers that the recent batch turned one’s extremities purple,” George sniggered to himself, “for 2 weeks! Think of all the people I can owl to drop by in that time.” He rubbed his hands together gleefully.

Fred lowered his aching self slowly into the tubful of hot water. He pointed his wand and a bottle soared into his hand. He poured the contents into the steaming water. Brightly colored bubbles began to form eventually morphing into amusing animal and people shapes. Fred casually flexed his hand and the bubbles began to morph into more adult type images as the animals began mounting each other and the people bubbles moaned and writhed, limbs locked in suggestive poses.

“Ah yes,” thought Fred. “I better try out the memory enhancement potion and see if I can piece back my night’s activities.” He waved his wand and a smaller vial zoomed into the bathroom. Fred deftly caught it. He measured out a capful and swallowed it down. With a sigh of contentment he settled back into the bubbles and allowed his mind to go blank.

He began seeing images from the previous evening. He watched as he and Chloe danced enthusiastically to the various beats of music. He could tell when the mushrooms began to take effect because their dancing seemed to syncronize. Soon he felt a pair of hands on his hips. He looked down to see that they were female. He tossed a glance over his shoulder. It was Hilda dancing quite close. She smiled suggestively at him. He turned to look at Chloe who had moved closer to him. She smiled approvingly and placed her hands over Hilda’s. Fred wondered if this was what he thought it was. The three of them danced closer and closer, undulating to the rhythms in a sexy manner. Through the crowd a palefaced wizard could be seen observing their intimate dance. His gray eyes narrowed and his lip curled up in a sneer before he was absorbed into the crowd.

After several grinding dances, the threesome decided to go cool off. They found the bar and got some drinks. As they were standing and drinking, several others from their original group joined them. Alfy took a long look at Fred’s sweaty, flushed exterior, licked his lips suggestively and then pulled out what looked like a broken kazoo from his pocket.

“Are we all ready to party on?” he yelled holding the next portkey over his head.
The group nodded. “Ok, grab on”, said Alfy making sure Fred’s hand touched his. Fred just chuckled to himself. “One, two, three!” They were pulled to the next happening.

Fred and the group found themselves in a courtyard outside a brick building.
There were many young people gathered around a fountain listening to someone reciting poetry. Through some tall French doors Fred could see many people talking or dancing in the large studio space. His group headed in to the studio.
Chloe brushed up to him and nuzzled his neck.

“Here,” she said. “You might want some more to keep up your strength.” She arched her eyebrows at him. He took the shrooms and popped them in his mouth. Then he followed her in.

Hilda joined them again as they began to dance inside the brick studio. She was soon followed in by Alfy. Alfy had a strange way of dancing. He was all arms and legs and thrashed them out in a peculiar jerky fashion, somewhat like a slender spider. Fred grinned at Chloe who started to giggle. Soon Hilda joined in and finally Alfy himself was laughing uncontrollably. Fred could feel tears running down his face as he grasped his stomach and tried to catch his breath. None of the four friends could look at each other without bursting into laughter. Other dancers started grinning. Finally Fred and Chloe stumbled out into the courtyard again for fresh air and to get a grip on their mirth.

They walked over to a table set up wit h refreshments. Fred felt no need to eat anything but thought a bit of punch would hit the spot. He was sipping it when Alfy and Hilda came up. Fred couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up and spit out his punch hitting Hilda in the face. He quickly set his cup down and grabbed his wand to clean up Hilda.

Behind him a hand reached out from some sculpted bushes and quietly dumped a small vial of green liquid into Fred’s unattended cup. After making sure that Hilda was fine, Fred turned back to the table and grabbed his cup.

Chloe touched his arm and they strolled away through the gardens looking at the sculptures moving about. Fred sipped his punch and listened to Chloe explain the sculptor’s background and approach. They wandered around a corner of the garden in back of the studio to a space that looked like the sculptor’s work area. There were bits of rock, grave, and marble flakes littering the ground. Fred could see some sculptures in progress, all tormented twisted beings, frozen in agony and he could hear a repetitive sound behind a large block of granite. He wondered if the artist was working on a piece. He tugged on Chloe’s arm and headed around the rock. What he saw was a few wizards gathered around a shiny metal object. Fred got closer to see what it was.

“Oh look,” he said to Chloe, “It’s one of those muggle things that lob projectiles, a gub I think.”

Chloe glanced at it. “ It’s a gun. It looks like those art boys are having a little target practice. Come on. Let’s try it.”

She went up to the wizards and introduced Fred and herself and mentioned that they would like a go. The wizards said it was a competition and if they wanted to play they had to abide by the rules. Everyone put in 20 galleons. Then each person was required to take a swig from a bottle of Tequilla and then point the gun at the current target and shoot. After ten rounds, the person with the best score still standing, won the pot.

Chloe smiled at Fred who nodded and said, “I’m in.”

They added their money to the pot and took a swig of the Tequilla.
Fred almost spit his out. This was harsher than Firewhiskey. He managed to get it down with his dignity in tack. He watched as Chloe stepped up to the line on the ground and took aim at a target placed on a bale of straw. She sighted carefully and pulled the trigger. She shot straight through the middle ring!

Fred clapped and cheered. Then he took the muggle device from her. He looked it over. Chloe gave him a brief description of how to shoot it. He aimed, sighted and hit the edge of the target, his arm flying up after he pulled the shooting lever. He was quite excited that he had actually hit a part of the target. He could see that many of the other wizards had hit various surrounding objects including the nose of a grimacing cupid statue.

Chloe and Fred continued in the competition. They were both feeling the combination of the muggle alcohol and the magical fungi. Fred felt like he was barely staying in the game. Chloe was amazing. The more she drank, the more her aim perfected. There were only three other wizards standing at this point. As everyone completed their last round, one of the standing wizards slowly sank to his knees giggling. The other two fired off their shots splitting a candle in half and sending gravel flying.

Chloe came up to the line and squinted at the empty bottle of tequila set on the stone wall that was the final target. She aimed and the bottle flew straight into the air, falling and breaking into pieces. Fred grinned lopsidedly and acquiesced her win. She scooped up the galleons to cheers and bowed. She then hooked her arm through Fred’s and headed down a more secluded path. She loved winning and was very excited. She wanted to share her excitement with Fred in a more secluded spot.


“Come on Weasley. I have another Muggle game I think you’ll like. It’s called Hide and Seek. I hide a galleon on me and you have to find it”

Fred could feel his altered states cranking up a notch. Everything around him seemed to affect his body. The very air felt like gentle caresses on his exposed skin. He glanced over at Chloe and noticed she was flushed and trembling.
They continued on the pathway and walked through a gateway to an empty field. They continued until they were away from the lights of the party.
Fred reached up to caress Chloe’s face but missed and staggered into her.

“Whoa Weasley! Maybe you should rest a bit.”

“I’m prefetlyfine,” slurred Fred who was having some trouble focusing his eyes.
He abruptly sat down. Chloe sank down next to him and put her arm around him. He lurched forward onto her chest,” Mmmm” he groaned. His body was tingling unbearably. His erection was straining his trousers.

Chloe looked down at him and chuckled. “Here Weasley, let me relieve you of that.” She pushed Fred back on his back and straddled his waist. She messed up his bright locks then leaned in for a long, passionate kiss. She continued her kisses in a trail down Fred’s chest until she reached the bulge in his pants. She freed him from his clothing and promptly took him into her mouth, relaxing her throat while he thrust in as deep as possible.

Chloe watched as Fred writhed and groaned while she sucked him off.
“There was something more going on here,” she thought. “He is overly stimulated by the faintest touch.”

Just then Fred arched and gasped, yelling out, “Bulls eye!” and collapsed
beneath her. His eyes rolled up into his head and his breathing became loud and rapid.

Chloe sat up in alarm. She decided to go back to get help. She apperated away.

Fred continued to moan and thrash on the ground. All of his nerve endings felt on fire. “Chloe,” he called out. He opened his eyes and made out a blurry shape coming his way. “Chloe! I need you girl.”

A feminine form leaned over him and said, “Shh! I’m right here. I brought help.”

He saw another figure he thought was Hilda.

She said, “We’ll make you feel real good Weasley.” He felt hands reach into his trousers and push them down as Hilda stroked his cock. “Yes!” he squeezed out. He felt like he would explode from all the sexual tension building up inside of him.

“Here Weasley. Take my hand. I’m going to move us to a more private area. He felt her hand on his arm and then the strange experience of side-by-side apperation.

Abruptly it stopped. They were on some grass under a tree. Fred could see the stars above swirling around in a circle. He shut his eyes. Someone was pulling down his trousers past his knees. Then he felt a hot, moist pussy impale itself on his rigid staff. He grunted.

“Like that Weasley? Well, now it’s my turn” Chloe sat herself on his chest and pushed herself up against his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and began licking and sucking her. He was rather surprised at the rough way Chloe was grinding into his mouth. And at his other end he could feel Hilda painful plunging up and down on his shaft, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

“Come on Weasle twin, suck me harder!” Chloe spat out in a rough voice.

She was pushing into his mouth so hard he felt like he couldn’t breath. Somehow she was filling his mouth. “Come on you hot little weasle, harder!”

Fred opened his eyes wide. The air around Chloe, wavered and she went out of focus. Just then Fred came from Hilda’s wild movements on his cock. He felt a pool of sticky substance on his stomach behind Chloe who now looked like Montague trying to thrust his cock into Fred’s mouth.

“What the fuck!” Fred spat and turned his head as Montague grimaced and came all over his face.

“Get off me you slimey snake!” Fred yelled. Montague grabbed his wrist and sat on them. Just then Draco Malfoy sauntered into Fred’s view.

“What do you want you bald headed freak!” snarled a sobered Fred.

Malfoy pointed his wand at Fred. “Immobilize!”

Fred lay there on the ground wandless and frozen, unable to retaliate.

“That is for the hair Weaslebee.” Then he kicked Fred in the side. “And that is for butting in to my personal affairs. Get up Parkinson. Time to go. Did you get a picture?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “What about him?” she asked tipping her head in Fred’s direction. “It seems a pity to leave such a talented fuck laying here in the grass.”

“Good point. Malfoy levitated Fred over to a big puddle and dropped him in. Fred glared at him. Malfoy leaned over him and said, “I should think you’d be use to wallowing in a pig puddle Weasley. Just like home I imagine.”

Montague laughed loudly and added, “Yeah Weasley, maybe you’ll get lucky and someone will find you - in a month or two!”

Malfoy then leaned over and pried Fred’s lips open and poured a potion down his throat. Malfoy stroked the side of Fred’s face. “The waters of Lethe – a simple but effective potion. You will not remember any of this, pet. The beauty of my clever little plan is that neither you nor your twin will have any memory of these events and will deny the pictures, wrecking havoc with your girlfriends and causing the break up of the infamous duo. So sad! I feel a tear starting to form.”

The last thing Fred heard was Pansy and Draco’s laughter as they apperated away. Then his mind went black.