Rachel's Lament

Rachel pulled her knees to her chest and leaned into the wall. Her body felt as cold as the hard stone she was leaning against. She stared over at his still lifeless body, his family gathered around him. She wanted so badly to comfort the weeping Mrs. Weasley, but her body could not move. Unfortunately, she could vivdly imagine him jumping up, with his infectious laugh, yelling, “Fooled you guys! You really thought the Death Eaters could kill me?” It was all the more disconcerting since his twin brother was staring down into his dead brother’s face, his eyes cold, distant. He hadn’t shed a tear, the pain was much more deep than that. Rachel found her mind drifting where she wished she had never been. Every glance at George hovering over Fred brought back the embarrassing memory of that autumn night that seemed so long ago.

“Here, Rachel, take another sip!” Fred had laughed, kissing Rachel on the neck as he offered her the long-necked bottle. Rachel had never drunk before, and the alcohol was overtaking her senses. She was studying a bug on the wall. She was sure that there was only one fly on that wall, but for some reason she could see three of them.

Fred’s arm around her shoulders was warm, his body heat soft and inviting next to her. She downed the remaining contents of the bottle, grimacing as it burned down her throat. Fred chuckled next to her, the sound sending thrilling chills down her body. He kissed her deeply, one hand fingering through her hair, the other gently groping her inner thigh. She giggled, loving the feelings surging through her body.

George’s face swam into her vision as his twin brother kissed down her throat. He was picking up bottles from the coffee table, shaking them, trying to find one with liquid still in it. At first, Rachel thought the alcohol was forming double images before her. Then, she remembered that George was in the room as well. He had been so quiet through the drinking. She held out the bottle she had just drunk out of, before remembering that she had emptied it. George took it from her, frowning when he realized that it was empty. She opened her mouth to apologize, but her head jerked back and she emitted a loud moan as Fred slid his fingers between her thighs.

George gave an angry sigh. “Do you two have to do that here? Now?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Fred moaned, still tasting Rachel’s neck.

George shook his head and turned as if to leave. But, Rachel watched him realize, he couldn’t leave. If he walked out the bedroom door and Mrs. Weasley happened to investigate the late night noise in the hallway and catch him inebriated…. They would all be in for a world of hurt. The room was somewhat protected by a Muffliato spell, but that only extended to the door. Rachel pushed Fred away reluctantly, not wanting to be the cause of discomfort between brothers. Fred groaned angrily, glaring at George, backing away from Rachel.

“How much have you had to drink, Rachel?” Fred asked, twirling her long hair in his slender fingers.

“Too much,” Rachel hiccupped, giggling uncontrollably. She was so groggy, so confused. Where was she anyway? Why had she pushed Fred away? Why was Fred also standing on the other side of the room, looking at her with such a questioning look on his face?

Fred smiled and beckoned George to the sofa. “George. I think Rachel here might see to our….mutual-“

“What? Fred? That… that can’t happen. She’s your girlfriend. Yours. I don’t want-“

Fred held up his hand to silence George’s protesting. “We’re all drunk off our magical asses, I’m horny as hell, and I need her right now. I am not going to make you sit there and watch. So… I think my needs will best be met if you… were to join in the fun.”

“Fred? I just can’t-“

“Hold back? I know. Me neither. Hey, I would do the same for you.”

George opened his mouth to protest more, but his eyes slid down to Rachel’s chest where he noticed Fred had pulled down Rachel’s top to reveal one of her supple breasts.

“Come on, George. Peer pressure at its best,” Fred grinned, noticing the hungry glint in George’s eye as his breathing became heavier. He jerked when Fred grabbed his wrist. He pulled George’s hand to Rachel’s cheek. “Have a taste, bro. She’s quite sweet,” Fred laughed at the cheesiness of his own statement, his hand continuing its work between Rachel’s legs.

Rachel took it upon herself to close the gap between herself and this second Fred hovering inches in front of her face. His taste was different, his kisses reluctant, instead of hot and fast like his brother’s. She ignored the feelings that this could be wrong and gave in to her much stronger feelings of being physically fulfilled. George’s hand found its way to Rachel’s chest, cupping the bared breast in his shaking hand. Rachel’s hand covered his and she pulled his face to her chest. She turned her head to kiss Fred, her body on fire from the boy’s heady stimulation at her chest and inner thighs.

Rachel reached for the front of George’s pants, massaging the evolving bulge developing there. George’s breath caught in his throat and he threw his head back, his mouth opening as if to make sound, but the only thing he could manage were strained grunts and gasps.

“I think you’re ready for me, baby,” Fred whispered in Rachel’s ear. He pushed her onto her back, her head on the couch’s arm rest. He lifted her skirt, rubbing his thumb in quick circles on her clit through her blue panties. She gave a loud pleasurable screech, her back arching. Fred smiled up at George, who was absent-mindedly rubbing himself through his pants. “See?” Fred mouthed to George, his eyes twinkling happily.
George watched, unsure of what to do now. Fred slid his pants and boxers off, straddling the wet and ready Rachel. He moved her underwear to the side with his fingers to allow him entry into her. He slid the tip of himself inside of her and then pulled out, teasing her with his hard cock.

“Fred, please, fuck me! Oh, please!” Rachel screamed, one hand in her hair, the other teasing her nipple.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, “ Fred smirked, before slamming into her, eliciting a loud screech from Rachel. He pummeled in and out of her, throwing back his head and groaning loudly.

George swallowed, still not knowing what to do. Rachel looked over at him, breathing hard. She reached to him and beckoned him to her. George obliged, needing her to finish him off. It was painful to watch Fred fuck her when he wanted to so badly. Rachel unbuttoned George’s trousers and pulled them down his legs until they fell to the floor. She pointed to the armrest. George’s eyes furrowed, confused about what she wanted.

“She wants to suck you off, mate! Are you daft?” Fred gasped, before throwing back his head with a loud yell.

George shuffled to the other side of the arm rest, looking down at Rachel’s face. Rachel was looking upside-down at George, smiling at the odd shape his nose took from this angle. She reached over her head, grabbing at George’s length obviously hard behind the checkered boxers. George pulled his shaft out of the folds of fabric and slid his hand along the length of it, not sure if this exchange would be comfortable for Rachel. He didn’t want to hurt her.

“George, fuck her mouth. It feels so good. Just do it. Don’t think about it, for Merlin’s sake,” Fred breathed, his rhythm quickening in pace. Rachel was moving up and down forcefully with Fred’s thrusts. George found his eyes drawn to her bouncing breasts. He cupped them in quivering hands, gently massaging them as they moved with the force of Fred’s fucking. He suddenly gasped as Rachel took the length of him into her mouth upside-down. She cupped his balls in her hand, causing his thighs to tighten and a strangled gasp to escape his throat. He cupped her face in his hands and started thrusting into her throat. She coughed, his penis choking her. George’s eyes widened in fear and he pulled away from her, not wanting to hurt her, ashamed of having done so. Rachel caught her breath and stared up at George, her blue eyes twinkling as a smile quirked the side of her mouth.

Fred suddenly screamed, his head thrown back as he came inside Rachel. Rachel sat up, reaching out to hug him tightly to her. They shared slow deep kisses, Fred’s shaft still deep inside Rachel’s sweating body. He backed away from her, softly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, whispering soft nothings to her that George couldn’t hear. Fred stood, pulling his pants on, smiling at George.

“Let her finish you, mate. I’m not gonna leave you hanging like that,” Fred laughed, gesturing to George’s erection.

George blushed bright crimson, covering himself with his shaking hands. He looked up and was startled to find Rachel walking toward him. Fred was sitting in an armchair, leg looped over the arm. He was drinking from a long tall bottle and raised the bottle in a toast to George. Rachel’s mouth locked over George’s and she kissed him hungrily, deeply. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The smell of her, the taste of her, the heat of her body so close to his….

He scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pushed her up against the wall. He slid his shaft into the soft folds of her flesh, gasping as he entered her. She kissed him, whispering, “Fuck me,” between the kisses. He readily obliged, fucking her as hard as he could against the wall.

“Told ya she was excellent, mate,” Fred chuckled to himself. The effects of the booze and drink were wearing off for the slightly older twin and the whole situation was beginning to dawn on him in a different light. He realized how this might all feel different in the light of the morning. However, he wasn’t sober enough to care and instead finished off the last bottle of firewhiskey. Rachel stared into George’s face, her eyes communicating beyond a doubt that she was about to reach climax. George held himself deep inside her as she threw her head back and-

“Rachel?” a soft voice drug her back to the present with a painful jerk. George gave a start at Rachel’s startled gasp.

“S-sorry,” Rachel stammered, running her fingers through her long red hair. “I was just thinking-“

“That’s alright. We are leaving now. Taking Fred back home. You are more than welcome to stay with us.”

Rachel opened her mouth to say something even though she had no clue what.

“Please stay with us,” George stated, taking Rachel’s trembling hand in his.
Rachel’s eyes teared up. The Weasleys were more of a family to her than her own ever was. Fred and her had been friends during their years at Hogwarts and had started dating each other as soon as both knew what the word meant. Spending the rest of her life as Mrs. Fred Weasley was never questioned and her whole body ached with the loss of all that. But she was being silly. She knew Mrs. Weasley would never allow her to be left alone. It would be no surprise if the witch allowed Rachel permanent residence at the Burrow.

But Rachel didn’t know if she could handle that. Not right now. Not with all the swirling emotions in her head. She couldn’t have anyone to talk to about her secret. She had been so excited to tell everyone about…. She couldn’t even bring herself to think about it, it was too painful. She broke down into sobs again. George’s arms thread around her, pulling her up against him.

“Come home with us, Rachel.”

Rachel let herself be led away from her spot near the wall to the cluster of Weasleys gathered around Fred’s limp form. If only they knew. What would they all think? She would like to imagine that Mrs. Weasley would be ecstatic to know that her dead son was living inside Rachel at this very moment. But there was a dark cloud over the potential joy. That night, that drunken night of physical pleasure. The baby could be George’s and no one would ever know which it was. She could easily keep it a secret, have the baby, a mirror image of Fred. But, could it be a mirror image of George? Fred and George being mirror images of each other, it would be easy for no one to know.

But she would know. She would know that her child’s bright eyes could be reflecting the hurt in George’s eyes when he put the pieces of the puzzle together, instead of reflecting her precious Fred’s bright laugh. Her and Fred had not had sex for a long time before that raucous night and they hadn’t had sex afterward. Fred had let that bit of information slip out one night in the Gryffindor common room when it had been the three of them winding down before bed.She knew when George found out she was pregnant, he would put the information together and draw the same conclusion as Rachel. The baby could be Fred's.... the baby could be George's....

Rachel shuddered as Mrs. Weasley put her shaking arms around Rachel’s stiff body. What would Mrs. Weasley think if she knew?