Chapter 16: Chapter 15 – The Shop and the Tryouts

"It's awesome that we get to spend the weekends at our cottage." Terry said brightly as we approached the Hogsmeade branch of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. "We get so many privileges compared to the rest of them. We're clearly McGonagall's favourite students." 

"Or, maybe it's the fact that we saved the wizarding world?" George said. I eyed the way his black blazer was pushed back by his hands, which were stuffed in his trouser pockets, and my eyes moved down to stare at his toned stomach, only slightly visible due to the last two buttons of his purple WWW shirt being left unbuttoned and the shirt untucked... 

"Or maybe that we're adults and Minnie can't lock us up anymore!" Fred laughed, and Terry sniggered. 

"Nah, don't be silly. The rest of our year would be allowed out then. I think Hopper's right, McGonagall loves us." George said. 

"I love us, too." I muttered, still watching the way George's shirt was riding up as we walked. I was momentarily distracted by George reaching a hand up to rub at the back of his neck; for some reason his cheeks had flushed red; then my eyes dropped to where they'd been before, and a shiver of excitement went through me at the brief sight of George's abs and the top of his boxers peeking out along his right hip. 

"Everybody does, Softpaw." Fred slung an arm around my shoulders, making me jump and tear my eyes away. He was grinning at me, and my eyelids fluttered slightly as I smelt some incredibly sexy cologne off him. "Especially you. That's why you're so good for the brand." He raised an eyebrow down at my body. "Even if you're not wearing a uniform today." 

"Hey, Hopper and I wanted a day off!" I protested. Terry nodded on the other side of me; we were both in our normal clothes, him in a tank top with a pink scarf and skinny jeans, me in a pink, strawberry-themed crop top and skirt co-ord. We looked iconic, and we knew it. "We don't want to be doing school five days a week and work the other two!" 

"Fair enough." Fred shrugged. He lowered his voice. "Just as long as you remember who the boss is the whole seven days, regardless if you're working or not." 

I beamed at him. "Yeah, I know." 

Fred smirked, opening his mouth. 

"It's Hopper." 

Terry and I laughed loudly at the look on Fred's face, and my best friend took my hand, tugging me forward; the two of us skipped on ahead down the street, still giggling, leaving the twins trailing behind us. 

"Afternoon, Miss Potter, Mr Boot." Luke greeted us as we swaggered in through the front door. 

"You don't have to call us that when the twins aren't in earshot, Lukey." I said. "Only Fred thinks that employees should refer to their bosses like that." 

Luke grinned, pushing his sandy hair out of his face with one hand. "Here they come, though." 

"McVey, get back to work." Fred snapped as he and George entered the small shop. 

"Right away, sir." Luke sent a wider grin at me and turned back to his stock cage. 

"God, he's so fucking hot." Terry fanned himself as we followed the twins down the first aisle, glancing back at Luke. I mimicked him, knowing it would piss Fred off. 

"Right? If I was single, the things I would let him do to me..." I sighed dreamily, and Terry shuddered next to me, pretending to swoon. 

"Good thing you're not, then, eh?" Fred raised an eyebrow at me, taking my upper arm and pulling me along. "C'mon, keep up." 

I sent a side-glance at Terry, who sent me back a tight-lipped smile; this was his signature 'I'm trying so hard not to laugh, please don't make me' smile. I was only too happy to ignore his wishes. 

"But if I WAS," I whispered into his ear, still loud enough for Fred to just about hear, "I would let him ..." 

Terry's eyes widened as I let the most filthy things out of my mouth. Fred looked mutinous, and even George, by far the chillest member of the throuple, was getting a dark look on his face. 

"... And, ugh, I'm getting kinda wet thinking about it." 

Fred and George spun around to me. Fred grabbed both of my upper arms, backing me into a shelf and pressing me hard against it. My heart stopped as I gazed up at him, his dark eyes flashing, his jaw set. 

"That's it. I've had enough of you." Fred growled. "You say you don't want to work today? You know what? Tough." 

"W-what?" I stammered. 

"You heard me." Fred leaned down, but even stooping he was towering over me. "You like McVey so much? Well, you can help him with that stock cage. Looks like there's a lot of very heavy stock there." 

I stared up at him. I thought he would have had a different kind of punishment for me, like a sexual one, but it looked like I'd taken it too far this time and actually really pissed him off. 

"That's okay, I could just use my -" 

"No magic." Fred said firmly, his face empty of all humour and instead replaced with simmering rage. "No Grace. If I see you using any..." 

I gulped. His tone was scary. I didn't want to find out the rest of his sentence. "But they're really heavy..." 

"Aww, you don't want to get your cute little outfit all sweaty and your hair all frizzy, huh, princess?" Fred smirked with cold amusement. "Tough shit. Should've thought about that before being a little slut, huh?" 

Okay, there it was. He never used that word unless there was sexual intent behind it; he was probably going to fuck me later. But it was looking as if for now, I was really going to receive a punishment for pissing him off so much. 

And looking back, to be honest, I couldn't blame him. I did actually take it too far, and now I was about to face the consequences of my actions. 

"You're going to go down there now and work as many cages as you can with him, until I say you can stop." Fred said quietly. "Understood?" 

I shivered. "Yes, sir." 

"That's right." The redhead tilted his head, regarding me with a hint of smugness. "Off you go." 

I hurried down the aisle, past Terry and George who had both been watching the two of us with their mouths gaping, and joined Luke at his cage. 

"Hey." He said brightly, turning to break down a box and stuff it in his cardboard pile. 

"Hey." I said glumly. "I was sent to help you out." 

"Cool." Luke said. "You get in trouble with the big boss?" 

A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth. "Yeah..." 

"Don't worry; I'll do it, you just hide -" 

"Don't you dare be a gentleman, McVey, or this'll be your last day here!" Fred yelled from the next aisle. 

Luke and I made eye contact. He let out a little snigger and lowered his voice. "Okay, fine; you take these lighter boxes here and I'll take all the heavy stuff." 

"Thanks, Lukey. You ARE a true gentleman." I said, emphasising the simpering tone in my voice. Luke pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth for a brief moment, eyes moving down to mine, before he let it go, grinning and grabbing another box. 

~~~ 

Four hours had passed, during which time I had unpacked exactly twenty-three small boxes while Luke had unloaded seven stock cages. I had spent the majority of the time sitting in the cage, perched on top of the boxes, chatting with Luke and flirting slightly. It was undeniable; the chemistry between us, the sexual tension; we clearly both found each other very attractive, and the forbidden aspect of the fact that I could never touch him unless both of the twins allowed it was exciting, and only made me want him more. 

At one point, I'd heard the twins and Terry moving down the aisle next to us, talking in fervent whispers. I could hear some of their conversation; Terry had been informing them of the benefits of allowing us and Luke to have a foursome. I'd grinned to myself; a true friend. 

Even though I'd barely done any work, I was still sweaty and frizzy by the time Fred and George came to relieve me. We'd spent an awfully charged evening in the cottage living room with Terry, lounging on the sofas watching a movie with the twins trying to subtly touch me without Terry noticing, then we'd retired to the bedroom, telling Terry that we were getting an early night. 

Of course he didn't believe us; he was smirking as Fred hoisted me over his shoulder and took me upstairs, George jogging behind us. 

"I take it you three made up, then." Terry stated as we meandered into the kitchen the next morning. He waved his wand and the toast popped out of the toaster, a knife starting to butter by itself. 

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"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged, snatching a finished toast slice. 

Terry narrowed his eyes at me. "Well, I do. I know all too well." He raised his voice into a high-pitched, desperate whine. "Fred, oh, Fred! Georgie! Fuck me harder! Deeper! Oh, oh, oh, you feel so good inside me, I'm gonna come!" 

Fred and George were chuckling behind me as my cheeks burned. Terry turned on them, his eyes twinkling. 

"Yeah, don't think you're getting out of this one, either." Terry dropped his voice into a deep, strained groan. "Oh, Daisy, baby girl, take it! Take my thick cock! Your hole's so tight, princess... mmm, you're so wet... I'm gonna cream in your -" 

"Right!" The twins chorused loudly, their cheeks bright red. Terry was smirking, absentmindedly twirling his wand at the knife still buttering the toast, and I would have been amazed by his nonchalant charms talents if I wasn't so absolutely shook by his exposure of us. 

By Monday, the twins weren't any less charged. For some reason, they were incredibly riled up. I was hosting Quidditch tryouts for the new Chaser position, as most of our team was back and now people had to compete for the only open spot. 

Cormac, now held back for two years, was boasting to everyone in earshot that he would be the obvious choice for Chaser, and that he was broadening his horizons this year. 

"You're gonna pick me, aren't you, Daisy?" He said, smirking cockily at me as he hoisted his broomstick over his shoulder. I was reminded briefly of Fred hoisting me like that over his shoulder, and I blushed. Cormac took this the wrong way, winking at me and doing a little hip thrust. "You remember how muscular I am from a couple years ago, I'm sure." 

I felt my cheeks heat up even more as I remembered what he was referencing. I couldn't believe I'd actually had this guy's come in my stomach. 

"So I'd be the best Chaser on the team. Pure brute force is all you need." Cormac finished, propping a hand on his hip, pushing his chest out. 

"Okay, Cormac." I rolled my eyes, turning away. "Right, everyone, line up please." 

I eyed the line as everyone jostled and chattered, the occasional laugh and snort coming from them. Terry and Draco, and Kylie and Hermione were up in the stands observing; Kylie wanted to sit this year out, desiring to focus more on practising her drum skills - getting ready to return to her sisters' band after our exams. 

And then I observed as each candidate flew and showed their skills. Ron saved the vast majority of goals, and I struck off most people from my list, frowning. Cormac tried out; he got the most goals past Ron out of anyone, and I sighed. 

I turned to the last person in the line - Louis. He grinned at me, his blue eyes twinkling and brown fringe swept back. 

"Please, PLEASE, get all those goals past Ron." I told him. "I don't want to have to give Horny Cormy the position." 

"Will do, captain." Louis saluted, and took off into the air. He swayed on his broomstick slightly as Cormac passed him on the way down but steadied himself as he reached Ron. He took the Quaffle, flying back to the point he was supposed to be shooting goals from, and I watched with bated breath. 

"C'mon, Lou." Harry muttered behind me. "We don't want McLaggen." 

The team watched with anxiety as Louis took his shot. One, two, three, four... and five. He got all his goals past Ron. My face split out into a beam. 

"YESSS, BITCH!" I yelled as Louis and Ron flew back down to us, grinning. "Well done, Lou!" 

"Thanks." Louis also grinned as I threw my arms around him and drew him in for a hug. "Does that mean I'm on the team again?" 

"What do you think, idiot?" I said cheerily. 

"Awesome job, mate." Ron thumped him on the back. 

"If I couldn't get Chaser, maybe I'll try out for Beater, huh?" Cormac's voice came from behind me, and I turned. He was scowling. 

"We're not having Beater tryouts, Cormac." I told him. "Fred and George are the obvious choice; I didn't need to -" 

"Yeah, because they're screwing you." Cormac's cheeks were an ugly shade of red. "Well, I've screwed you before too, so why can't I -" 

"Back off, McLaggen." George said suddenly, stepping forward. His fists were clenched. 

"Yeah, Weasley, haven't you heard? I fingered her and she sucked me off in sixth year -" 

"Shut the fuck up!" I snarled. 

"Ha." Cormac folded his arms. "She has the best little mouth out of any of the girls here; those lips and tongue are blissful, and that tight little throat felt -" 

There was a flash of fiery orange; George had flown past me and swung a fist at Cormac's jaw. There was a yell, and a sickening thud; Cormac crumpled to the ground, and the spectators looked on in mixed horror and excitement at the thrill of drama. 

"What did you go and do that for?" Fred said loudly. "I could have handled that!" 

"But you weren't handling it, though." George panted, brushing his hair out of his face with a hand with bloody knuckles. "I got there first." 

"I'm the one who protects her, George, you know that." Fred strode up to him, getting up in George's face. "I'm the protector -" 

"No, you just want to assert your dominance." George scoffed, taking a step back. He faltered on his feet, then took a step forward again. "Well, I'm allowed to assert a little dominance too, Fred." 

We were all watching in shock. My eyes were wide. I didn't know whether to intervene or not. 

"Yeah?" Fred said lowly. "Not over her, you're not. Not over me. I'm the one in charge." 

"No you're not!" George burst out, shoving Fred. Fred stumbled back, looking surprised. "I want to be dominant too!" 

"Well, tough!" Fred shoved George in return, and the two panted, glaring at each other. "I'm the only one who can tell her what to do!" 

Why were they airing their dirty laundry in front of our Quidditch team? Cormac was lying there groaning, all my friends and family were watching them talking about dominating me, and - shit, Professor McGonagall was approaching from the castle! 

"Guys -" I started. 

"Fuck you, Fred! I don't have to take your place in order to dominate her, so I don't see why you're so opposed to it!" 

"Because she's MINE!" 

"She's mine too!" 

"Not in the same way!" 

I stared at them both, my jaw dropped. What the fuck? Did they seriously not know that, while, yes I loved Fred in a way that I could never love anyone else and I had a special bond with him, George came a very close second and I loved him with all of my heart? Did they not know that I considered George every bit my boyfriend as Fred? 

"AARRGGHHHH!" 

George had struck Fred; Fred had struck George; they fell to the ground and wrestled, grunting and yelling punctuated by thuds and sounds of fists hitting flesh. I didn't know when I'd started screaming; I ran forward, my hands out, willing my Grace up into my hands to separate them - but Professor McGonagall got there first. 

"Enough!" She erupted, her wand pointed at the boys. They flew apart, landing with thuds and groans ten feet apart from each other. "Go to my office! Right now! And if I see either of you within another FOOT of each other on the way up there, you'll be scrubbing bedpans from the hospital wing for a MONTH!" 

Fred and George staggered up, scowling, and started trudging up the Quidditch pitch towards the castle. I gazed at their mud-soaked uniforms and bloody faces and knuckles, amazed, and turned back to see Ginny and Louis hoisting a barely conscious Cormac up and tugging him behind Harry and Ron conspicuously, away from the sight of Professor McGonagall. 

"Now." Professor McGonagall turned to me. "I have come, Miss Potter, to inform you and your team that scouts will be attending this year's matches." 

I gaped at her. I was very aware of the fact that my mouth had been open for a while now, only widening - like a black hole. "Y-you mean Quidditch scouts, Professor?" 

She smiled. "Yes, Miss Potter, Quidditch scouts. I thought I ought to let you know so that you could be on your best performances this season. If you are pursuing a career in the field of magical sports," Professor McGonagall's eyes landed on me, "then your future depends on it."

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