Seductivo

Title: Seductivo
Author: ClarySage
Ratings: R - nc17
Pairings: gred and forge and draco and harry, tossed, mixed, and added to seltzer with a hint of lime.
Warnings: AU AU AU, Voldie never came back, but most other things happened. here be twincest.
Disclaimers: No character is mine, they are hers, phooie.
Feedback: i\'d love some.

Seductivo - Part Two

By ClarySage


Everyone seemed to know when the Weasley twins were up to something. Often sensing it without even truly knowing what was about to befall them.

The object of the twin’s impending affections didn’t have a clue what was coming. He was completely oblivious to the possible danger of the twins and their plans. He was aware of their contemplative stares, their brief whisperings in the halls, but shrugged it all off as mere fantasy. He was rather obtuse like that on occasion.

It was the Sunday before the Quidditch match, the dining hall crowded to maximum capacity. The Gryffindor table was packed, elbows to ribs, and nothing but hands reaching for food. Fred sat in a silent funk, staring resolutely across the way at his quarry.

George elbowed him gently in the ribs. “Do you think he’s noticed yet?”

“No, the oblivious git.”

They both peered across the way, their eyes boring holes in the direction of their prey.

“His hair looks particularly nice today, don’t you think?” Fred said after a while.

“Lovely, descriptives beg to be rained down upon it.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “stuff it,”

“Grouch,”

“Could you pass the-“ The girl beside Fred started to ask.

Without looking he handed over the bowl of peas, “Let’s confront him today,” he said, smoothly turning back to his twin and briskly nodding in the direction of the other table.

“When, how, where?”

They both looked to either side of themselves - checking to see if anyone else was listening in - and then leaned close together. Their heads gently bumped and Fred whispered, “later this evening, after supper, alone in the hall,”

“What about the others?”

“The hangers-on? No problem. He has a detention to serve by himself, I overheard McGonagall this afternoon.”

“Fred,” George said seriously, his face falling for a moment, “what if he doesn’t think we’re as lovely as we do?”

“Why brother, I’m shocked to hear you say such a thing, we’re fabulous in everyway, only a fool could resist us.”

But despite his brother’s reassurances, George still worried.



Hogwart’s seemed to have its choice of lighting fixtures some nights, this night was no exception. Candle light, torchlight, a few twinkling magical lights - the twins feared there might be too much light. Resolutely they hid around the corner from the classroom their obsession was having detention in. Fred had grown quite bored after the first half-hour and had slumped down to the floor, wrapping his arms about his knees and resting his head atop them.

“Would you believe, he’s having this because he turned Harry into a pincushion today?” he said in a low voice to his brother.

George’s pose echoed his twin’s - one leg bent a bit more. “Figures - he can’t stand Harry,”

“Do you think it’s because he likes him?”

“Who knows, they’re both insensible to everything around them, who can say what they notice.”

“Shh, I heard the door,” Fred hissed, instantly crouching by the corner of the wall. Slowly they both peered around it, Fred’s nose bumped into a shin and he glanced up. “Bloody hell!”

“Why hallo, if it isn’t the Chaos twins,” said the rather amused voice.

“It’s the red hair,” George muttered, nonchalantly standing up and yanking Fred up by his collar to stand beside him.

“Hormones,” Fred said just as quickly, stifling a blush.

“Bugger,” George said after a silent minute of staring contests between them all.

“Indeed?” Their oblivious prey said with a smile.

Fred had the nasty feeling that this wasn’t going to go quite according to plan and quickly changed tactics. “We wondered if we could have a chat with you?”

“In private,” George piped up, nodding his head.

“Er,”

“Please?” Fred asked sweetly, laying a hand on their victim’s arm.

“We promise not to hurt you,” George said with a grin.



Weasley twins were grinning at him – Draco shivered. Moreover, as if that weren’t unsettling enough, they also seemed to have blocked any escape route. He rallied a smirk and settled it firmly into place, trying to calm his nerves. Why hadn’t he seen this coming? He’d ignored all the warning signs – the looks, the whispers, the staring – how could he have possibly missed this!

Maybe they were still mad at him for that time he’d managed to get one of their pranks to backfire, or maybe it was for this morning’s inadvertent transmuting of Harry into a pincushion. Or it could possibly be from last year’s Quidditch match, when he’d “accidentally” knocked Fred from his broom – on top of his twin…

Draco gnawed absently at his lower lip in worry - this couldn’t be good. The twins never took anyone aside for something pleasant, least of all a Slytherin. Least of all Draco - as a matter of fact, Draco vividly recalled the last such time they’d taken him aside.

Now here they were, hands on his arms steering him down the hall towards an empty room, and Draco had the burning desire to run away as fast as his legs would carry him. If it weren’t for the rather firm grasp – he peered closely at that particular twin – George had on his arm. At least he was almost positive it was George. But then, sometimes he thought maybe even they couldn’t tell themselves apart. Well, if it weren’t for that grip, he would’ve run. Instead, they entered the empty room, and Draco sat in the chair he was pushed into.

A small staring match commenced, all eyes meeting in the middle and skirting along the edges, looking for an opening; wrestlers in the ring. “Well?”

“Well,” the twins echoed.

More staring went on, and Draco began to lose what little patience he’d managed to scrounge up on the brief walk. His eyes drifted from one twin to the other. These two particular Weasleys had always fascinated him. Perhaps it was because they fascinated nearly everyone. He supposed it was because secretly everyone wanted a twin. He knew, that if he were to have had a twin, he’d want to be exactly like Fred and George; never seen apart, closer than anyone else, constant companions.

For a moment, he imagined Harry having a twin and shuddered, as if one weren’t bad enough. Although, the idea did have some merit, well, maybe if Harry’s twin were evil. He didn’t know if he could stand the idea of two good little Harry’s. “I assume you dragged me in here for a reason?”

“Hold on a moment,” one of them ordered.

“We’re building up our courage,” the other twin said sincerely.

“You see, we’ve wanted to have a chat with you for some time now,”

“But we weren’t sure how you’d take it,”

Draco began absently gnawing on his bottom lip again, after this meeting there’d probably be a hole in it. “Will you just spit it out?”

“We want to do something we’ve never done before,”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever done it before, Fred.”

“Well it can’t be that tricky, now can it?”

“You never know, he might bite.”

They smiled at each other, turning their brightly wicked little smiles towards Draco. “You don’t, do you?”

“Ah, no, not often.”

“Well, how it is see,”

“We want to try and get to know you,”

“We have a feeling we might have something in common,”

“You’re tricky - we’re tricky,”

“Ah, don’t forget clever,”

“Us or him?”

“Us of course, devious, intelligent,”

“Devilish?”

“Like eggs?”

“What?”

“You know, eggs? Muggles make devilish eggs?”

“Deviled,” Draco interrupted.

“Right, same thing,”

“At any rate, of all the people here at Hogwart’s we think you’ve got the most potential,”

“For what?” Draco asked, slightly confused by the exchange. He’d never actually tried to have a conversation with the twins before, and found he wasn’t sure if he’d like another one after this. It was confusing to say the least; he might as well just be talking to one person. Although, in a strange way the Weasley twins were one person - one big Weasley machine - or a monster: four arms, four legs, two heads, and one mind.

Four very intense eyes trained on Draco, one mouth speaking, “would you consider…”

“Perhaps dating us?”

Draco choked, his eyes bulging attractively outwards as he tried desperately to breathe. “What?”

“Date us?”

“Please?”

“We like you,”

“We don’t know why,”

“Yeah we do,”

“Well, maybe we do,”

“What?” Draco repeated, his vision had turned into a funnel, narrowing down to encompass the twins and nothing else. Of all the things he’d expected upon being steered into the room, this had not been one of them. “But-“ Draco began tentatively.

“You don’t like redheads?”

“You don’t think we’re gorgeous?”

“Maybe he doesn’t like boys,”

“Yeah right, poufy as he is?”

“Good point, he is rather…”

“Excuse me?” Draco interrupted.

“Feminine,” the twins rolled to a stop, eyeing Draco expectantly.

“Do you even know what you’re asking?” he asked, twitching in his chair. Feminine indeed, so maybe he wasn’t the most masculine of boys, so what.

“Yes, we did just ask it, so I think we remember so far,”

“We’re not that addled.”

“Despite the occasional rumor,”

“And you are very attractive,”

“Pretty even,”

“It’s the eyes,”

“Oh? I think it’s the hair,”

Draco couldn’t deny that he was unforgivably gorgeous - what with his flawless skin and jewel-like eyes, his beautiful body, and striking features - not to mention, his stunning ego. Who could possibly resist him? He supposed he really shouldn’t be too surprised by the twin’s proposition, although, his thoughts brought him no closer to a conclusion or an answer. They instead whirled around and around in dizzying circles, eventually coming back down to, “But why?”

Suddenly the twins were much closer, easily sitting beside Draco’s legs and comfortably leaning against either side of his chair. One of them – possibly George - gestured vaguely, “We felt we should really start dating,”

“Especially at this ripe old age of ours,”

“People might start to look at us funny if we don’t,”

“People already look at you funny,” Draco supplied helpfully.

“So, we thought of anyone and everyone,”

“And who we’d really want to bother with,”

“Someone keen with intelligence,”

“But malleable like clay,”

“Pretty,”

“Witty,”

“And definitely not a girl.”

“Me?”

“Well, last time I checked you were male, Draco.”

“But why boys?”

“Why not?”

“Girls are silly,”

“And besides, we love each other, so why not love someone similar,”

Draco felt another choking attack coming on, “you *love* each other?” Vivid images of naked Weasley twins rolling over one another, arms snaking loosely over freckled skin. Eyes closing, mouths opening, sounds of soft grunts and moans. Draco drew in a shuddering breath at the stunning array of images.

“Well of course we do!”

“How could we not?”

“But,” Draco took a deep, steadying breath - breathe, that was the way, just breathe for a moment.

“You’re similar,”

“Being male helps,”

“And we think we could have fun with you,”

Again, images flashed wantonly behind Draco’s eyelids. Only this time he was included in them. “Fun?”

“Yeah,”

“Fun,” George’s fingers danced a little pattern on Draco’s knee.

“Just think about it,” Fred stood, dragging his twin by the elbow.

“And we’ll meet with you again soon,”

“Perhaps sooner than you would like,”

“And don’t double cross us,”

“Or we’ll make your life a living hell,”

With that parting comment, each twin leant close, planting a small peck on either of Draco’s flaming cheeks. “Sleep well,” George whispered. Together they turned, arm in arm, and swayed from the room.

Draco stared at the empty doorway in silence for a few minutes. He could still feel the ghost of the kisses on his cheeks, the vague warmth on his legs from where’d they’d sat against him. It had been pleasant, in a horrifying way - intense, and exciting in other ways. Strangely, on top of his thoughts, there floated this warped image of Harry, and the look on his face if he ever found out - and that made him smile.