Magical Mugwort

***Warning: *This chapter contains SoloM. It is also from a different point of view, but I couldn't resist writing it.


Fred stared at the curves of the woman's back, the way her hair fell over her shoulder. He knew the way that hair felt draped over his flesh, the way that saucy mouth of hers liked to play clever tricks on him. His hands skimmed over her back, tracing their way down to her hips. She squirmed against him, adjusting herself. His cock was so hard, so ready for release, so ready to plunder her body and dive back into the warmth that she promised, that he knew she had.

Maggie glanced over her shoulder at him. Her eyes glimmered golden in the soft light, her full lips curved in an anticipatory smile, as if daring him to make the next move.

He bent over and gave her a nip at her neck, then a lick down her spine. He trembled to feel her quiver under his hands, and when her throaty voice spoke, it was as seductive as he had ever heard it.

“I need you. Now.”

Fred cast a glance over Maggie's shoulder, down at his brother, George, who was laying beneath her and had been feasting on her breasts. When their eyes met, George gave a wicked grin and a small nod. It surprised Fred to find how erotic it was with his brother there, and the ways they together had already made Maggie moan and squirm and writhe. This was not a first for them, but being with Maggie had become something wholly unique. While part of him was jealous that he was there, he didn't resent it. Between himself and his brother, they were able to please a woman in more ways than either one alone.

When Maggie made a moan of impatience, his control began to seep away quickly. He waited as George brought her down onto his cock, earning a trembling whimper from her that sent shivers down his spine.

She tilted her head towards him, but did not look at him. “I need you, Fred,” she whispered. “Get inside of me now, please. I want both of you inside of me.”

With another kiss on her flesh, he mumbled, “As you wish.”

He slowly began to enter her second hole, having already loosened her up. His eyes rolled back as he forced his way into her second channel, biting his lip at the way her breathing quickened, even at the small noises of pain that she made. He did not want to cause her pain, but at the same time the sweet sanctuary she supplied was well worth it.

After inch by careful inch, Fred was buried inside her from behind, with George buried inside of her from below. He swallowed hard, taking in the sensations that were coursing not only through his body, but through Maggie and even his brother. It took all of the little control he had left not to immediately slide in and out, to feel as much as he could. But even as they began a careful rhythm between them, each one sliding in and out of her at an easy rate, Maggie moaned so enticingly. And then she began to beg.

“Please,” she gasped, even though she could barely speak. “Please, faster, harder. Fred... George... please, gods, I need you now...”

Beneath her, George moaned loudly, his hands sliding over her back, and one hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her mouth to his.

Fred watched as she kissed his brother, watched the way her body was trembling from the double onslaught, and felt it as George began to up his thrusts. Fred did the same, gladly.

Before long, Maggie was screaming in what was probably a combination of pleasure and small pain, and Fred found himself moaning loudly. It was more than anything he had ever experienced before, more fulfilling than anything he had ever felt. The feel of her body was too much, he was going to lose control. But he bit his lip, fought the urge as he thrust harder and faster inside of her. He loved that she was helpless between them, that she was still begging even with her screams.

Gods, he was so close, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on. The pull in his lower body was strong, making his thrusts harder. He listened to the moans of his brother and knew he was close as well.

Suddenly Maggie's entire body went rigid and she screamed. “Fred! Uhhh, George! Ahhh!”

She clamped down on both of them, and Fred's restraint snapped.

Fred was vaguely aware of waking up as he moaned, “Maggie!” At the same time he thought he heard a voice on the other side of the room echo the same cry. But he was lost as his orgasm exploded over him, sending his body arching and his warm seed shooting out over himself. The warm light that embraced him still showed him the image of Maggie under his hands. His entire body was tingling, racing with the dream and the sexual release that it had brought. He didn't even really remember reaching down to take care of himself.

It was with a bit of reluctance that he realized it had all been a dream. With the reality of his orgasm slowly ebbing away, though, Fred found himself waking up quite easily.

Damn, he thought. Of all the dreams to find out was only a dream.

It was then he frowned, realizing that he had indeed heard George's moan from the other side of the room. Fred slowly removed his hand, reaching for a nearby cloth to clean himself off with. When he heard George's breathing begin to return to normal, he sat up.

“Pleasant dreams, then, George?”

There was a grunt from the other bed. “Could say the same of you, Fred.”

Both twins sat up, eying each other warily through the moonlight that filtered through their window. Each one had the look of displeasure at having woken up.

“Here. Looks like you could use one.” Fred tossed a towel over at his brother.

Catching the rag, George turned away. After a moment, he said, “When's this ever happened, we wake up at the same time like this?”

Fred thought a moment. There had been plenty of times over the years when one or the other had had pleasant dreams, which was sure to be a big joke in the morning. As they had gotten older, each twin had usually been wise enough to sneak off for some privacy if needed, leaving each one less embarrassed. But having woken up together from dreams?

“Never that I can recall,” Fred answered at last. He paused before asking the question. “Dreaming of Maggie again?”

George heaved a sigh, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Never one like that before,” he admitted. “Sounds like you were the same.”

“A bit.”

There was a prolonged silence between the twins as they considered things. George finally broke the silence. “And what was yours?”

Fred cast a cock-eyed look at his brother. “Needing ideas, bro?”

George shrugged. “Sounds like yours must've been as good as mine.”

Probably better, Fred thought.

Bits of the dream still played around his mind, and Fred felt a stab of longing to go back to it. He wasn't sure how his brother would react to know what the exact nature of the dream had been. It wasn't as if they had been together that way, just them. He shuddered to think of that idea. Gods, what horror. No, it had definitely been the fact that they together had been giving such pleasure to the woman they both coveted that had been so erotic.

“That girl's always in my head,” Fred muttered. “Dreamed of shagging her plenty of times.”

“Wishful thinking?”

Fred cast a look at his twin. “”Well, it wouldn't be wishful thinking if it wasn't for you, you stupid prat,” he snapped.

George groaned and fell back on his bed. “I know! I bloody know, all right? No need to remind me. You have no idea how much I want to get my hands on a Time Turner and change it all. I hate that she's so angry.”

Fred snorted. “Her brother says he's never seen her so angry.”

“You talk to her brother?”

Shrugging, Fred answered, “He's been buying from us, and I met him when I first went out with Maggie. He's a good bloke.”

“You don't suppose he could talk to her?”

Fred shook his head. “Andy said there was nothing we could offer that would be worth getting in her path. Said he's sorry she's shut us out, but we're on our own.”

“Shit.” George exhaled loudly. “I thought for sure he might help.”

“Don't worry, mate, I already thought about that. I'm not sure what to try next. She's sent back everything we've sent her. I think we've reached a new low, George. There is no way she's letting us in right now.”

“It's been, what, three weeks now?” When Fred nodded, George shook his head. “It's not as if I blame her for being pissed. I'd be pissed at me, too. I don't understand why she's got it in for you too, though. Wasn't as if you had a hand in anything.”

Fred laughed hollowly. “I didn't make the bleeding program, but I saw it. And now it's lost. That's as good as guilty in her book.” He stared at his hands for a moment, thinking. “And maybe she's right. It was a stupid idea and now look at the mess it's made.”

“It's my mess to clean up, Fred.”

George's words surprised his brother. “When have you ever cleaned up a mess on your own, mate? We're hand in hand in this. Maggie won't see either of us, least not till that video is back in her hands. Besides, two heads are always better than one.”

“Well, it'd be easier if we could just give her chocolates to smooth things over like we do with mum,” George said dryly.

“Never had a problem like this with mum, have we,” Fred returned just as dryly.

Both twins shuddered in horror before moving on in the conversation.

“So what was your dream about anyway?” George asked.

Fred considered lying, but it was never viable with his twin. He'd find out one way or another. “Sure you want to hear this?”

George looked over. “Mate, it's no big secret you shagged her first. Your dreams can't be any stranger.”

“Really. Not even if it's a threesome involving her, me and you?”

At that, George froze. He stared hard at his brother for several long seconds before he spoke. “Threesome, eh. Well, that was sort of our original goal, now, wasn't it.”

Fred shrugged. “Bloody good time, too.”

George frowned slightly. “Thing is, I was dreaming the same thing.”

Both brothers stared at one another. “How likely is it we dream the same thing? I know we're twins and all, but bloody hell, when did we start dreaming the same?”

“Dunno. What was going on in yours?”

Fred gave his brother a pointed look. “Thought you could pick up on the technicalities of it all yourself.”

George pitched a pillow at his brother. “Seriously. What was going on?”

“Well...” Fred took a moment to remember when it had all started. “We were all on the bed. Maggie was between us, you were beneath her, and I was behind her. She had this wicked gleam in her eyes...”

“They were gold. Her eyes.”

George's words made Fred frown hard. “Yeah,” he said slowly.

“And she was saying how she wanted both of us inside her at once, that she needed it.”

There was a long silence in the room as each brother considered what was really being said. They had shared nearly everything in life as they had grown up, from clothing and hairstyles to similar girlfriends and desires. Dreams was a new field they had not encountered before.

“What's the likelihood that we're dreaming the same thing?” Fred asked, though he knew there was no real answer.

George was just as stunned. “Must be the lack of sex, mate. Driving us both mad.”

Shaking his head, Fred tried to puzzle it out. “I know she's a Squib... but you don't suppose maybe she's got some powers after all?”

This made George sit up and look curiously over. “You think she's more of a witch than she thinks?”

Fred shrugged. “It's possible, you know. I'm sure there've been cases where a Squib got some sort of powers at some point.”

“And you think that, what, she's sending us these dreams?”

“I dunno. Maybe. It would be a perfect sort of revenge for her. Get us both all worked up over something we can't have.”

The words left an ugly expression on George's face. “Blimey. If she can do that...”

“You think she knew?”

“Knew what?”

Again, a look of exasperation. “That we wanted to both be with her, you prat. What else?”

George pondered the question. “Probably. I think we were more than a little obvious when we first met her that we were very agreeable to doing things together.”

The idea of the three of them being intimate sent a hot thrill down Fred's spine. It had been something he had thought of before. He had loved every time he had been with her, but he had also known how she was attracted to both of them. They had outdone themselves, really, in first propositioning her. It was a right shame they'd never had the chance to broach the idea of all three of them coming together. And now here they were, dreaming about it in such vivid detail...

Fred fought off another shiver as he remembered the look of lust on her face in the dream. He was certain that she wanted it.

“What do you think the odds are that we can talk her into it?”

George snorted. “At this point? I'd say less than the chance of Puddlemere ever winning the Quidditch World Cup.”

At the mention of their friend's team, Fred scowled darkly. “I can't believe she shagged him. I can't believe he shagged her.”

Names left unsaid, George scowled just as darkly. “That git. I can't believe him. He's supposed to be our mate. May as well send Lee an owl and offer to let him shag her as well.”

“Lee would never,” Fred said.

“Well, I never thought Oliver would skirt around with our girl, either. But he did.”

The unpleasant reminder left both twins scowling into the darkness. It would be difficult to mend the fences between them and their friend, though not impossible. They had weathered other troubles in the past. Given the circumstances, however, it had seemed a terrible blow and betrayal.

Exhaling with a loud sound of frustration, George ran his hands over his face. “Bollocks! You know we're going to have to sort this out with him. He may be a sodding prick but he's still our mate.”

Fred nodded absently. “We'll deal with Wood,” he agreed. “Right now, we need to figure out what the hell we're going to do about Maggie. Begging doesn't work. Gifts don't work. Is there anything we haven't tried to find that damn video?”

George glanced out their window, watching the breeze move the trees in the orchard. The autumn air was cool, and he pried open the window to allow the gentle breeze to enter the room. “Perhaps put a wanted query in the Prophet,” he suggested wryly. “Don't think we've tried that one yet.”

Snorting, Fred aimed another pillow. “Mate, I'm serious! I want to see her, and the only way that's going to happen is if we fix this!”

“Sod off, Fred,” George snarled. “You're telling me what I already bleeding know.”

Punching the pillow in his hands, Fred cast an angry glare at his twin and let out an frustrated growl. He knew the only way to sort it out was to work together, but that didn't mean it wasn't damn difficult.

“Look,” George said neutrally. “Let's figure out a solution in the morning. Once and for all, let's figure it out. It's, what, Tuesday? Let's make sure we've solved it by the weekend.”

Fred glanced over. “You're mental, but I'm in. I just want this over.”