Silver thoughts

Title: Silver Thoughts
Author: Aniay
Parts: 3/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/George eventually Fred/George/Harry
Rating: R/NC-17
Words: 3347/?
Warning:
This chapter: slash, twincest
Whole story: slash, twincest, threesome, slight angst
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. Sadly. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this fanfiction (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
A/N: Big Kudos for wakisashi_girl and SweetSorrow for betaing this for me. I’d really appreciate if you read and review.


When the twins eventually got back to Hogwarts, they immediately fell into the mill of school life. When they weren’t working at the shop with their friend Lee Jordan, they were busy trying to pull up all kind of pranks, avoiding detection. Evenings were full of excited talks, as they schemed and plotted and conspired. It was hard for them to avoid the physical contact that was over their usual closeness. George could swear that every time Fred pulled him into a hug, or patted his back, he did this with more feeling than he used to. He tried to reciprocate, his heart full of warmth.
There were few evenings when, under the excuse of shop planning, they were stealing private moments, sitting in one bed and enjoying the closeness.

Shortly after inventing the fever fudges, cold autumn evening found them sitting together in one bed in an empty dormitory.

‘How are your boils, Forge?’ Fred lied down hugging his brother close.
‘You ask like you don’t know, or maybe you’re enjoying them bursting off,’ George scowled and shifted his bottom away from his brother.‘Why are you asking anyway?’
‘You are worse than menstruating Angie, you know?’ Fred shrugged ‘And I was hoping you’ll be on for a little mischief making.’ He sighed, feigning disappointment.
‘Hmmm?’ George made an interested sound.
‘Snape.’ Fred said and watched his brother rolling to other side, wincing slightly when his ass touched the bed.
‘I’m listening.’ George said and smiled.
‘Well, I’ve been thinking…’
‘Never thought you could do that.’ George sneered,
‘Oh shut up, what do you think about giving Snape some fever fudges,’ Fred’s eyes held mischievous light ‘If we can’t find an antidote for the boils, I bet he won’t be able either.’
‘He will kill us…’ George looked at his brother and smiled, feeling of warmth spreading through his body at the thought what they shared.
‘Naaah… So you in?’
‘In.’ George nodded. Suddenly the wave of excitement hit him and it took a while before he understood that it had been his brother’s emotions. It was happening more and more frequently. When Fred was feeling something really extreme, it would hit George as well. He shrugged: he will have to do something about it later, now there was something else to think about.
They dived into heavy planning. Finally they decided it would be easiest to slip the fudge into Snape’s morning drink. Enchantments to make the sweet easily soluble were simple . Now they just had to wait for the convenient occasion to put their plan into action. After a few days the fate seemed to be on their side at last. It was Monday morning when Snape finally appeared at the table and was now deep into conversation with professor Umbridge. Fred spelled the little sweet which floated just over the floor in the direction of teachers, then raised it slightly and unnoticed dropped into a silver cup. They waited and when they finally saw their most hated professor drinking from it , they snickered and resumed stuffing their faces. After they finished the twins departed to the dungeons and hid themselves in the nearest broom closet. There were still few minutes before beginning of lessons. They waited. Then a short thin girl appeared and with few muttered spells entered the classroom. Twins looked at one another, surprised. After they both nodded in agreement, answering an unvoiced question, they sneaked after the girl into the potions classroom. The dark haired girl was in the middle of opening the cabinet that stood in the corner of the room. She took out a bottle from which Snape often poured himself a drink, and after uncorking it, she tried to pour the contents of small pink bottle into the beverage.
‘And what do you think…’
‘…You’re doing?’ – The twins crossed their arms and pierced girl with their enquiring stares. She spun on her heals, terror evident in her eyes when she looked at the twins.
‘Get lost! He is mine!,’ She snarled at them, making the twins gasp in surprise.
‘Now little lady…’
‘…we saw enough.’ They grabbed the girl and tried to pull her out of the classroom.
‘What do YOU think you’re doing…?!? Get off me… Stop!!! ’ She kicked and cursed while they were dragging her out of the classroom. They were already in the corridor when the bottle she was holding fell down and broke, spilling the pink liquid around.
‘Shit!’ – both twins cursed and Fred dragged the girl, who eventually stopped fighting, out of the door to the nearest broom closet, George staying behind to clean the mess.
‘Weasley…’ George heard cold voice that sent shivers down his spine.
‘Professor Snape’ He straightened up ad looked the teacher straight into eyes.
‘Cleaning evidence of your sin, are we?,’ he sneered. ‘Where did you lose you brother, or had he finally stood you up?’
Fred emerged from the broom closet and Snape’s face grimaced in the poor excuse of a smile. ‘Now, now, two Weasleys and a spilled potion, a theft or an attempted murder?’
‘We would bring shampoo if we wanted to kill him,’ Fred whispered to his brother, making him snicker.
‘Shall we see?,’ Snape said through clenched teeth, ‘Or maybe I will make you try this concoction yourselves.’ He flicked his wand at the mess and the potion vanished in the puff of white smoke. ‘A love potion?’ Snape looked surprised. ‘Out of better ideas? Or have you finally decided to prove how stupid you are?’ he looked at them with malice and suddenly his face flushed, red nasty spots appearing at his pale cheeks. ‘What have you done, you…’ He stopped and shifted almost unnoticeably. His breathing became hard ‘… Detention,’ he panted, ‘Umbridge!’ Truning on his heels, he entered the classroom, slamming the door shut. Fred and George grinned at each other.
‘Good work, Forge’
‘Great idea, Gred’
Silent noises of weeping came from the broom closet. They peered inside. The girl was sitting inside, hugging her knees and looking at them with reddened eyes, all the eyeliner around her eyes smudged.
‘You saved me,’ she sniffled ‘Th.. th… thank… you….’
They smiled warmly at her.
‘Let’s get out of here…’ George helped her stand up.
‘You owe us…’
‘…an explanation.’
‘Love potion?’ – They both said in unison and grinned at each other.
‘What the hell were you thinking’ She looked at them and, still sniffing, explained:
‘He is.. so dark, and gothic, and he is so,’ Girls eyes shined with something else than tears. ‘Lonely and misunderstood...’ Girl sighed happily and immediately sniffed again ‘ He needs some love, poor thing.’
‘Just to be sure…’ Fred started his eyebrow raised,
‘…We’re talking about that greasy git…’
‘…Severus bastard Snape…’
‘…The ugliest man on earth?’ George finished.
‘You see, no one understands him, no one can see the inner beauty, the utter coolness or hear that deadly sexiness of his dark voice,’ She starred into the space, hands clasped as if she was praying ‘The graceful cat-like moves, ah, and I’m sure he is a vampire prince, I’d just let him feed on me, we would fall in love and we will live happily ever after.’ Twins looked at the girl with disbelief. Now they started to see details that escaped their notice earlier: her hair was dyed black, her lips smeared with dark brown lipstick, eyes heavily made-up with black eyeliner. Under the typical Gryffindor robes she had black lacey shirt and studded leather collar around her neck.
‘Helen…’ She looked at George who put his hand on her shoulder, ‘I suppose it’s not the best idea to win Snape’s heart with the help of love potion’
‘What heart? This bastard doesn’t own one probably,’ Fred supplied helpfully and immediately found himself on the wrong end of Helen’s wand ‘Wow! Hold your horses…’
‘Don’t even try to insult him in front of me!’ Her eyes were blazing with rage. ‘I know you hate him, and I won’t let you hurt him, you heartless bastards.’
Fred raised his hands in defensive manner. The girl was on rampage.
‘It’s because of people like you that he is so closed and withdrawn. What you see is only a mask, he is so sensitive inside, that he have to hide it from people like you!’
‘Helen…’ George started, but Fred interrupted him.
‘There is something totally wrong with you or you hit yourself pretty hard in the head. You sure you’re all right?’ Fred asked and was elbowed by his brother immediately. Groaning, he clutched at his side.
‘Helen, you probably know what would have happened if we’d told him that it was you and your potion…’ The girl stopped dead in her tracks and stared at George.
‘Yeah, romantic private lessons of scrubbing slimy cauldrons.’
‘Shut up, you stupid, insensitive excuse of a twin.’ Helen snarled at Fred who stared wide-eyed and shocked at her. ‘Your brother is thousand times better than you.’
George smirked at his brother and continued his speech, Fred still picking his jaw from the floor.
‘Helen, as I said, whatever you think about Snape…’
‘Severus…’ She added in a dreamy tone and both twins shivered at the word.
‘Yes, well, you know what would happened if he knew.’
‘Simple “Thank you” would be enough as a reward for saving you!’ Helen shot Fred a killing look but then looked at George and her eyes watered suddenly and tears rolled down her cheeks, smudging the eyeliner even more.
‘Th.. tha… thank you,’ she wept. ‘I was stupid, and you saved me and…’ George offered her a tissue, which she gladly accepted ‘You have my gratitude for the rest of my live!’ She run away from them and disappeared around the bend of the hall.
‘What was that?’ Fred looked at his brother, massaging the place where George’s elbow brutally collided with his ribs.
‘You have the sensitivity of a blastended skrewt.’ George sent disapproving stare at his brother and marched in the direction of Gryffindor common room.
‘What the hell did I do this time?’ Fred wandered quietly and followed his brother.
The same evening the twins heard Ron talking to Harry about how Snape seemed to be flushed and wincing with every move. As for Helen, within a week she’d transformed from a black clad Goth-girl, into an always smiling hippie, one with flowery skirts and flowers in her hair.

Everything was fine, well almost, until the cursed quidditch match, after which they were banned from quidditch - for life. When things seemed to spin in the worst possible direction, there was always D.A and they could take their minds off the failures with some skiving candies.

Then, one night, George found himself shaken out of sleep, McGonagall watching him with her piercing, serious eyes. He heard his brother asking the question he wanted to ask.
‘What happened?’ Fred sounded concerned.
‘You are to see Professor Dumbledore immediately’ she replied.
Ginny was already waiting for them in the common room. They left Gryffindor tower hurriedly and were heading in the direction of Dumbledore’s office.
‘Professor, why…’ Ginny started to ask a question, but Minerva McGonagal interrupted her.
‘It seems that Harry saw your father getting hurt.’ George and Fred stopped in their tracks ‘I hope all will be explained when we get to Professor Dumbledore… Boys?’ They looked at each other, terrified. Then they hurried down the corridor, leaving Professor McGonagall and Ginny behind. Professor Dumbledore sent them by portkey to Grimmauld place. When they arrived there, Sirius asked the question that everyone wanted an answer to.
‘What’s going on? Phineas Nigellus said Arthur’s been badly injured,’
‘Ask Harry.’ Said Fred.
‘Yeah, I want to hear this for myself.’
Both twins along with Ginny, Ron and Sirius stared at Harry. Black haired boy talked and talked, and George felt the cold creeping inside his heart. He felt the need to do something, anything. He was ready to depart immediately to St. Mungo. If their father was injured, they should by his side.
‘Hang on, you can’t go tearing off to St. Mungo’s!’ Sirius told Ginny…
‘Course we can go to St. Mungo’s if we want, he’s our dad!’ Fred was being stubborn and George seconded him wholeheartedly.
‘And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?’ Sirius sounded angry.
‘What does that matter?’ George was flushed and frustrated by his own helplessness. Sirius was infuriated and they started to yell. How could Sirius know how they felt. Their father was injured. And now Sirius was telling them to do nothing! Eventually Fred lost his temper and, as always when he was especially angry, said hurtful things to Sirius, who was on the verge of snapping, and probably hitting Fred, as well. Thankfully, Sirius was more self-controlled than hot-headed twin and after a short speech in parenting voice, atmosphere got slightly better. After the letter from their mother the only thing that was left was waiting. And they waited, Fred falling asleep, his head falling on George’s shoulder, who seemed so lost in thoughts that he didn’t even notice it. When their mother came, almost immediately she took Harry into a rib-crushing hug. And then, as it suddenly dawned on George it was all thanks to Harry that their father was alive, George looked at uncomfortable-looking boy and when their eyes met, he sent him the warmest smile he could muster. Their mother made them sleep and George was grateful for that, because when he and Fred lied down, curled together, Fred would stroke his brother’s hair holding him close, unknowingly calming George with his presence. When they finally fell asleep, George felt much better.

After the visit in St. Mungo, the awfully tense atmosphere that surrounded all Weasleys, Harry and Sirius, lifted up slightly. Arthur was alive. Christmas seemed to overpower all bad feelings and thoughts, leaving only happiness and excitement.

On Christmas eve, night found Twins in their room, standing in front of each other.
‘Merry Christmas Fred,’ said George.
‘Don’t you think it’s to early?’
‘You could wish me Merry Christmas as well, besides, I can’t give you your present in the morning,’ George smiled at Fred mockingly.
‘Ok, Merry Christmas, brother,’ Fred leaned forward and gave his brother a small peck on the lips. ’Now where is my present?’ Fred looked around and suddenly spotted gigantic parcel wrapped in red and gold paper. A parcel that growled. George smirked.
‘What the hell is that?’ Fred looked at his brother, bewildered.
‘Saw you looking at it some time ago…’ Fred strolled the room and started to tear the wrappings off, until he uncovered something with big, golden eyes staring at him.
‘You didn’t…’ Fred grinned at his brother and George grinned back.
‘I did, obviously …’
Fred unwrapped the rest of the present and regarded it with twinkling eyes. The enormous plush lion was lying on his bed, purring contentedly.
‘That was years ago… We were eleven or so then.’ Fred hugged the plush animal and George felt a warm wave of fondness washing over him.
‘You were so fascinated with it then that I had to find it for you, besides who else could have bought it if not me,’ George sat down beside his brother and started to pet his head absentmindedly. ‘I was the only one who knew.’ His hand slipped at the back of Fred’s neck and tickled the creamy skin. Fred started to purr along with his new fuzzy friend.
‘Thank you, Georgie-baby,’ he drifted off to murmuring. ‘Mmmm I love it when you do that.’ George continued skimming his fingers over the delicate skin.
‘Did you notice those strange surges of emotions that keep flowing between us?’ George whispered.
‘Hmm?’
‘When you feel something very extreme, I can feel it as well and it’s much beyond the connection we ever had before.’
‘I was always able to feel your pain…’ Fred nuzzled his nose into fuzzy plush and sighed happily.
‘It’s more than that.’
‘Yeah, I know.. but what do you reckon it can be? You are obviously feeling it much stronger than me.’
‘Don’t know.’
Nice, comfortable silence wrapped around them like a fuzzy, soft blanket. Fred stretched suddenly and sat on his knees.
‘Take off your clothes, George,’ he said . His brother looked at him questioningly ‘My present is nothing like yours, so I feel obliged to give you something else.’
‘And you need me to take off my clothes, why?’ George was already taking off his shirt. Fred rolled his eyes.
‘Lie on your stomach.’
George obeyed and Fred immediately straddled him.
‘I’ll give you a little massage.’ Fred put his hands on the creamy, freckled skin and started to knead the hard flesh with his fingers. George visibly relaxed as Fred pressed tense muscles, eliciting happy sighs from his brother.
‘Mmm, I never knew you were so good at it.’ While Fred rubbed at shoulders then kneaded at the arms, and was working his way lower, George felt his cock stirring to life and his breath hitch.
When Fred started to work on his lower back, George bucked involuntarily into the mattress and groaned lightly. ‘That feels heavenly, baby,’ he whispered when Fred slid his fingers over his flesh.
‘You are getting flushed, Georgie…’ Fred murmured and suddenly George felt a surge of electricity heating him and making him gasp.
‘Oh god… do that again…’George groaned and Fred skimmed his fingers again at the base of his back and while he was touching the spot on the base of the spine, George felt sparks of pleasure run through him again, his cock responding to the touch…
‘Mmm, seems I found a pleasure spot.’ Fred smiled and, bending down, he blew the cold air at the spot. George moaned…
‘Stop or you’ll make me come.’ But Fred once again was grazing at the spot and George couldn’t help but moan incoherently. Then Fred slid his hands lower and kneaded at his buttocks. Before George comprehended what was happening, he had his pants slid to his knees and warm palms were kneading at bare flesh of his ass.
‘Fred,’ he moaned ‘Oh baby…’ George’s body was still heating up with desire. Fred bent down and kissed the spot, George found himself completely undone, especially because Fred slipped his thumb to the crack of his ass and was now caressing his hole, pressing it slightly. George bucked his hips into the mattress, needing friction and felt his opening tighten slightly.
‘Mmm, do you like it?’ Fred asked with a husky voice which got straight to George’s groin. And while he rocked into the sheets and Fred was playing with his hole, and kissing the wonderful spot, he found himself approaching the orgasm much faster than he thought possible...
‘Fred don’t stop, please, oh baby, yes.’ He was talking nonsense and he didn’t care, as the orgasm washed through him, eliciting husky moan from his mouth. And then he heard Fred groaning - he knew they were both coming, waves of completion rebounding between them. Fred lied down on him breathing harshly…
‘Now I know what you were talking about…’ He panted ‘I came just from the feeling of you coming.’
‘Mhmmm.’ George moaned and couldn’t help a stupid grin spreading on his face…
He felt like falling asleep right now and right there, but Fred rolled him over and with a simple spell cleaned the evidence of their actions. Then he cuddled with George on the bed.
‘Is it just me or the bed expanded?’ Fred whispered, but George only sighed sleepily and nestled closer to his brother.
‘Sleep…’ He looked with his big blue eyes at Fred and snickered.
‘You look like a little kitten.’ Fred smiled affectionately.
‘Mew?’ George mewled, then smiled, closed his eyes and nuzzled his head into Fred’s chest. Fred sighed and relaxed beside his brother, the feeling of warm body close to him lulling him to sleep.

TBC