Chapter 18: Chapter 17 – Rivalry

"Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this?" Fred said as we trekked through the Forbidden Forest, steadying me as I wobbled on a thick root. "Just because a hot professor told you, you don't have to do it, y'know." 

"I do." I said firmly. "I haven't been back here since the Battle, and I haven't been near those other two places since my last encounters with him in them, and I need to face them again to remind myself that I'm healing. That I'm still here and he isn't." 

We approached a muddy group of roots; I looked warily at it then down at my flimsy school shoes. George glanced down at his own school shoes, thicker and sturdier than mine, then looked up again, grinning; he swept me up into his arms and stepped over the roots, and I giggled as he set me down safely on the other side. 

"Thanks, handsome." I said flirtatiously, going on my tip-toes to press a kiss to George's lips. George placed two fingers under my chin, keeping my face tilted up to him for a few seconds more, the lingering sensation of his lips on mine making me blush. 

I broke away to the sound of Terry pretending to retch, and caught a glimpse of Fred glowering at George. As soon as he noticed me staring, Fred tried to relax his expression and turned away. 

What the hell was that about? Were they still pissed at each other about something? Were they still fighting over me, even though both of them had me? 

"Besides," I continued, choosing to ignore the immaturity of my two boyfriends, "I don't want to leave this school with places existing where the last time I was there, I was with him. This is MY school. I'm not about to have him ruin any part of it for me." 

"Hear, hear." Terry said, patting me on the back. 

I stopped dead. Here it was. The clearing. Where all those Death Eaters, Hagrid, Draco, stood and watched me die. Where Riddle had killed me and a bit of himself. Where Riddle had crouched beside my body and shoved his fingers into it... 

I took a deep breath. "He did it here." I said, walking over to the patch of ground where I'd laid. "He killed me here. He taunted me first, saying I could beg for my life and get on my knees; he wanted me to suck his dick in front of all the Death Eaters, and he'd let me live if I did." 

I noticed the twins and Terry's sickened faces out of the corner of my eye. 

"Piece of fucking -" Fred muttered under his breath. 

"Then when I was laying here, pretending to be dead - because of course, I'd never beg for my life or suck his dick again or be humiliated in front of all those people, so he killed me - he felt me up and forced his fingers into me. I'd refused to be humiliated when I was still alive, so he decided to do it when I could no longer fight back." 

"How did you stop yourself from punching him in the balls right then and there?" Terry said, his voice low with muted rage. "I don't think I could have controlled myself." 

I laughed, twice. "I almost did. I think I was more scared than angry, though. That's what kept me quiet." 

I cast one last look around the clearing. I saw that Fred, George, and Terry were all doing the same, as if picturing what had went down here; their faces were growing more sickened by the second. 

"Okay, I think I'm done." I said, more for their benefit than mine. "Let's go." 

Approaching Riddle's old quarters along the teacher's corridor in the dungeons, I could feel bile rising in my throat. Only a few of the professors' quarters were in the dungeon, and Riddle's was the last one on the left. There was a thick yellow rope stretched in front of the door, like the barriers along red carpets, and I almost laughed at the comparison in my head. 

"Again, are you sure?" Fred said. "You don't have to." 

"I do." I said. And I moved the rope aside, entering the room. 

I was surprised that it was unlocked, but then again it wasn't as if any of the Dark artefacts or books were still here. They'd all been cleared out after Professor McGonagall took over, before the school term started. The boys followed me into the room as I gazed around; technically, my last visit to this place had been with them in search of the diadem, but it had been a very brief visit. The vast majority of my time spent in these quarters were with Riddle. 

I'd told them everything about what had happened in this place one day after the Battle of Hogwarts; I'd sat them down in the apartment, freshly prepared mugs of tea and hot chocolate in hand, and made sure everyone was comfortable beside one of the big open windows looking down over the street before explaining every little detail carefully to them. They'd deserved to know exactly what had happened and to make their own judgements from it; to my immense gratitude, they'd been horrified at everything that had happened and blamed none of it on me and all of it on Riddle and Stockholm Syndrome. 

And now I could see them all doing what they'd done in the Forest; looking around and imagining the things that I'd told them happening around them. Fred's fists clenched as his eyes moved over the rug before the fireplace on which I'd been tortured extensively and had love potion forced down my throat; George winced as he gazed at the armchair in which Riddle had ordered me to give him lap dances and fucked me in; Terry shook his head slightly as he stared at the cabinet where Riddle had kept his stock, making the mix of love potion and wine every night before turning to me and making me drink it with a smirk on his face. 

I gazed out of the window. It had been repaired from when I'd smashed it and sliced my arm open on it; I could, however, still see the blood stains on the windowsill. Inside and out. My eyes moved past the outside sill and down into the chasm below the castle. It was the only window in the whole of the quarters, due to it being in the dungeons, and even then it was obscured slightly by the rock of the cliff jutting out around it; it was a miracle that I'd seen it after flying out with Terry on that broomstick after our escape. 

"Ugh - Godric - was this where he kept you that first week he kidnapped you, Softpaw?" Fred was retching, really retching, as he stumbled out of Nagini's room. 

"Yeah." I said. "I'd refused to sleep in the same bed as him, so he stuck me in there with her and all those bones of the people and animals she'd eaten, with no light or anything. I was tied up and gagged and scared shitless because I couldn't really defend myself if she decided to attack me." 

"I bet." George mumbled, and Terry took my hand, squeezing it. He looked pale. 

"But she wouldn't have attacked you. Right?" Fred said, sounding as if he was trying to reassure himself. "You were Riddle's toy, she'd have been ordered not to do anything." 

I shrugged, moving over to the study. I opened the door, sucking in a breath as I caught sight of the desk within. It had been cleared of the bowl of my blood he'd kept, as well as all the Dark textbooks, but the heavy oak desk still looked ominous as hell. The boys' expressions were still dark as we all stared at the desk - where I'd been chained by a collar to the leg, had my blood taken forcibly from me, and been fucked. Fred shook his head as his gaze dropped to the floor in front of the desk, and I knew he was trying not to imagine me on my knees, sort-of consensually sucking Riddle off for the last time. 

"Okay." I said heavily. "Last room." 

We moved across to the bedroom, and I stared at the bed, hard. I knew what the boys were thinking about, I didn't need to check their faces this time. I took a deep breath, and swivelled on my feet. 

"Okay, let's go." 

We all trooped back out into the corridor, and I felt as if all the air had been sucked from my lungs. Remembering Riddle so much really does that to a girl, I guess. But I wanted to get the last one over and done with today. 

"Miss Potter." A smooth, casual voice came from behind us, and I turned. Professor Soot was locking the door to what I assumed were his quarters behind him and staring straight at me with an eyebrow raised. "What are you doing down here?" 

I took notice of the way he didn't address any of the others. "Was just - er - re-visiting past traumas, y'know." 

Professor Soot glanced at the yellow rope, which Terry was now repositioning across Riddle's door. "Oh. Was this a part of a task Professor Wells has assigned you?" 

"Yeah, I guess." 

Professor Soot smiled. "She knows what she is doing. Just listen to her and you'll get there eventually. For what it's worth, Miss Potter, I do hope you feel better someday." 

"Alright, well, we'd best be off." Fred said suddenly, sliding an arm possessively around my waist. "If we're to listen to Wells and do her assigned tasks and all that. Bye!" 

And with that, Fred wheeled me around and started marching me down the corridor. George and Terry followed, the former with a hint of a scowl on his face. 

"Thanks, sir!" I called back to Professor Soot, and I heard a small chuckle behind me. 

And then we were there. In the Chamber of Secrets. Facing the giant statue of Salazar Slytherin's face where the Basilisk had emerged and tried to kill my brother and friends, where the diary-Horcrux Riddle had stood and watched, where he'd made me collapse as he sucked all my life power from me... 

Terry looked over towards the bench, and the twins winced as they looked over too. That was where Terry had witnessed Riddle laying me down and trying to take my Grace.

It was eerily quiet, and every sound our feet made on the ground echoed through the Chamber. Somewhere, water was dripping slowly. The shadows all around us seemed to both move and stay still as we turned, glancing around us. It felt like we weren't alone. 

"This is where it all started." I breathed. "This is where I first became afraid of him." 

George reached over and took my hand. Whether out of actual concern for me or some sort of jealousy on Fred's part I didn't know - maybe both? - Fred took my other hand a second later. 

"He was a shithead then," Terry declared, "and he was a shithead when he died for real." 

"At least he's gone now." Fred said. 

"Well." I said. "Remember, McGonagall told us he was a ghost." 

"That sucks." 

"Yeah, no shit." 

"Boys." I glared at the twins. "No fighting." 

"Presidential alert: the girls are fightingggggg!" Terry giggled loudly, and the sound echoed for what seemed like forever around the Chamber. 

I felt the odd, heart-dropping sensation of being watched again. I turned my head slightly, my eyes moving over the shadows along the side of the Chamber. For some reason I felt as if we were in danger, though I couldn't possibly imagine why. 

But, peering closer, I thought that I could just about make out the outline of a man, standing with his hands in his pockets. I sighed, shaking my head - I wasn't going to let my imagination run away with me. I was only being influenced by my encounter in the shower room. 

"Stay here." I said to the boys, beginning to make my way over to the side of the Chamber, towards the far end. Fred and George opened their mouths in protest as Terry smirked at them, and I raised my voice firmly. "Stay. Here." 

"C'mon, boys, listen to your boo." Terry teased. I could hear the twins' anxious voices muttering behind me as I stepped over the puddles on the stone ground, closer and closer to the eerie shadow. Why were they anxious? It wasn't as if I was in any actual danger. It's all over now. We're finally living normal lives. 

As I neared the wall and the archways leading to the pipes, through which the Basilisk used to slither, I felt my sense of unease deepen. The bench where I'd been laid down by Riddle to take my Grace loomed from the shadows. I bit my lip, gazing around; I felt strangely unsafe amongst the darkness, away from my usual protectors. It was quiet. So quiet. 

"I am not gone, my love," a voice drifted out gently from the shadows bearing over the bench, and I jumped violently, "I am still here. I am here for you." 

"Ah, Godric, actually fuck off, mate." I said, slightly breathless. Riddle emerged, his translucent grey body seemingly gliding over the bench towards me. I took several steps back and I heard two shouts behind me - Fred, George, and Terry were sprinting over, and a second later the twins had pushed me behind them. The two seemed to be jostling for who was to be directly in front of me, and I rolled my eyes. 

"Get the actual fuck away from her." Fred growled. I noticed his and George's hands forming into fists, which wasn't very useful; Riddle was a ghost. Terry seemed to have the right idea, his wand raised in front of his chest and pointed directly at Riddle's smirking face. 

"What if I say no?" Riddle said smoothly. "You cannot make me go anywhere." 

Riddle's smirk widened at the twins' mutinous faces. I folded my arms, huffing. 

"Daisy, my love... I remember laying you down for the first time on this bench... unfortunately you were twelve years old, so I could not take action on you." 

"Like that would have stopped you, pedo." Terry spat. 

Riddle inclined his head, raising an eyebrow at Terry. "Apologies, Boot, if I gave you that impression. I only screwed Daisy like the dirty whore she is when she was over the age of consent." 

Fred started forward at the phrase 'dirty whore' with his fists raised, but I grabbed onto him and held him back - if only to stop him making a fool of himself, trying to punch a ghost. 

Riddle laughed. "Now, now, Weasley. Let us act like men, not boys, here." 

"You're not a man." I said, leaning to the side as Fred bristled in front of me. "You're not even alive. And how would you remember putting me on the bench, that was your Horcrux not you." 

"I looked into your memories, remember?" Riddle said, gliding slowly closer. I made a conscious effort not to back away. "I LOVED seeing how much you were attracted to me. It was cute, because you were twelve... and because you struggled so much against it, you hated me and you were afraid of me and you thought I was - what is the word? - HOT... and because it was inevitable that we would end up together." 

"It wasn't 'inevitable' or meant to be or any of that shit." I said. "You drugged me." 

"Or," Riddle's now-grey eyes gleamed, "you were a dirty little slut who wanted to be ravished by the handsome, sexually-attractive Dark Lord. You wanted me to bury my c-" 

"Right, that's fuckin' enough." Fred wheeled around, growling. "We're not going to stand here and listen to this bullshit." 

George grabbed my hand and started tugging me towards the entrance to the Chamber, scowling. "Fuck off, you absolute dickwipe." 

And so the twins marched me off. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Terry point his wand at a no-longer-smirking Riddle, and he was blasted back into the shadows by a bright jet of purple light. 

"Nice." I said as Terry caught up to us, panting slightly. 

"I completely forgot McGonagall said he lived down here." George said. 

"Me too." I said. "Sorry, guys." 

"This better have been worth it." Fred panted, still pissed. "Wells better know what she's talking about." 

~~~ 

Back in the Gryffindor boys' dorms, I watched the twins as they bickered over who's tie was who's, shaking my head. They both had a serious attitude problem lately. 

"What the fuck is going on with you guys?!" I finally exploded, bolting upright from my four-poster. Fred and George jumped, turning to look at me. "You've been acting like a pair of stroppy children! I don't know why you're both getting on like this!" 

"He started it!" Fred said, and I inclined my head at him to indicate that he was proving my point. 

"Seriously what is wrong with you." I said all in one breath, leaning back against my bedpost and folding my arms. 

"He's being an asshole and deciding that he gets to show all the dominance in the relationship, without my input!" George said indignantly. 

"Yeah. Because I'm the dominant one." 

"Sure, everyone agrees you're the dominant twin, whatever." George said. "But what if I want to be dominant over Daisy sometimes? She is my girlfriend too." 

"Because what I say goes." Fred sneered. 

"Why?" 

"Because I'm in charge in this relationship." 

Fred and George had squared up to each other, chests almost touching, glaring into each other's faces. I rolled my eyes. 

"The amount of testosterone in this room is suffocating me." I said. 

The twins ignored me. 

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"Who decided you should be in charge?" 

"We all did. You're forgetting that I'm the one who ALLOWED you into my relationship with Daisy." Fred said, his voice low and dangerous. "I could have told you to fuck right off when I caught wind of your feelings for MY girlfriend, but I didn't, did I? You should be grateful -" 

"Fred." I warned. 

"I was here first. You should be THANKING me for allowing you to fuck my girlfriend, for allowing you to have a future with her - 

"Fred." 

George was bristling, his eyes too bright, his cheeks red and his fists clenched. 

"I could take it all away from you if I wanted. I can just say the word and she'll drop you. She would ALWAYS choose me over you -" 

"Fred!" 

I moved forward; George had raised his fist, aiming for Fred's sneering face, but I caught it forcefully in my hand and wrenched it down, stepping in between them. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded. "Both of you? Fred, why are you saying the most hurtful shit? And George - why - why are you both so riled up and angry at each other lately?" 

Something flashed across Fred's eyes for a second, as if he wanted to tell me something. I blinked as his expression changed back to eagerly wicked jest, and glanced at George; he almost looked as if he wanted to let something spill too. 

"Guys...?" 

"She's my girlfriend too." George said again, quieter. 

"Not as much as she is mine." Fred said, louder. 

"No?" George said, his voice raising too. "I bet I can make her say different." 

"Hardly." Fred scoffed. 

George made a noise almost like a snarl, and dipped his head. Suddenly, he was kissing my neck, and I felt my knees quake. He grabbed my face, turning me towards him, and moved his lips up to mine. I scolded myself internally for melting into the kiss and giving in to their annoying feud. 

I felt George's hands moving down my body, and I shivered in delight as one of them moved up under my skirt. I felt his fingers trace along my panty line, slipping underneath, and he murmured against my lips, "You're just as much my girlfriend as you are Fred's, right, princess?" 

George's long fingers swiped slowly through my wetness, and my knees buckled. "Y-yes, Georgie..." I whimpered. 

"And you're going to marry me in the future..." 

"Y-yeah..." 

"And you're gonna have my babies..." 

"Mhmmm..." 

"So legally and technically you'll be just as much mine as Fred's..." 

"Yes, Georgie..." 

I moaned softly as George slipped his fingers into me, moving them slowly inside me. 

"That's sir to you, princess..." 

I squeezed around George's fingers, opening my eyes to gaze up into his darkened ones. 

"Yes, sir..." 

"That's enough." Fred growled, grabbing onto me from behind. He turned my face towards his, slamming his lips down on mine. His tongue teased into my mouth, and I whined in desire as George curled his fingers inside me. "You're not to call him sir, Daisy. Do you hear me?" 

"She can call me sir if she wants to." George started moving faster, and I gasped against Fred's lips as my knees went completely weak under me. 

George lifted me off my feet, and the two seamlessly manoeuvred me onto Fred's bed without even speaking. I moaned desperately, losing myself in the sensation of Fred's mouth against mine, his tongue tangling with mine, the taste of him overwhelming my mouth. He lay back propped against the pillows and I straddled him, George climbing onto the bed behind me and fingering me fast from there. I collapsed forward onto Fred's chest, shutting my eyes and kissing him harder. 

"That's not very dominant of you, Georgie." Fred broke away from my lips, his own swollen and red and shining with our mixed saliva. His eyes were gleaming wickedly. "I'm going to put my huge cock in her -" 

"My cock is also huge -" George rolled his eyes before Fred flipped me over, making George's fingers slip out of me; Fred unbuckled hastily, the sound of his zipper reaching my ears, and the next thing I knew I was throwing my head back on the pillows as Fred entered me, filling me. 

"Doesn't this feel good, baby girl?" Fred panted, rolling his hips against mine. "Doesn't this feel better than Georgie's fingers?" 

All logical thoughts telling me that I shouldn't say anything to fuel the spat between them had vanished the second Fred's dick had entered me. I was lost in the pleasure of him stretching me out and fucking me so fast and hard. 

"Yes, sir..." I moaned loud. 

George's face twisted. "We'll fucking see about that. Get out of her, Fred." 

"What? No -" Fred yelped as George wrenched him away from me, his dick slipping out of me; George unbuckled and unzipped too, grabbing me by the waist and flipping me over again; he slid into me from behind and I arched my back, moaning breathily. 

"Doesn't this feel better, princess?" George's voice was rough in my ear, and I shivered in delight. 

"Y-yes, sir!" I mewled, my knees getting weak again with how delicious the sensation of George pounding into me was. His hips slammed into my ass faster than Fred was fucking me, and my fists clenched in the pillow. 

Fred's jaw was set and his eyes were flashing. For the first time since I'd known him, he looked as if he didn't know what to do. 

"Well." He said. "Well. I'm going to make her choke on me. I'm going to fuck her tight little throat -" 

"I'm r-right here, y-you know." I stammered, biting my lip as George slid against a particularly sweet spot inside me. 

"You're going to suck my cock good, aren't you, baby girl?" Fred's glinting eyes stared down into mine, and I shuddered, my hole tightening around George, who groaned in response. "You're gonna suck me off like I'm the best thing you've ever tasted, yeah?" 

"Yes, sir..." I whimpered, opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out, desperate for him. Fred chuckled darkly, setting the tip of his dick on my tongue and thrusting his hips forward. 

I immediately gagged as Fred filled my throat, rocking his hips against my face. He groaned deep and long, throwing his head back and biting his lip as he held my head in place, fucking my mouth. I moved my tongue underneath him, tasting him, feeling him throb against me, and I made muffled moans as I clenched around George. 

"Yeah, that's right. Choke on my dick, baby girl." Fred said roughly, his eyes fluttering shut briefly then opening wide, staring down at me; I squirmed against George as I saw how dark they were. "I AM the best you've ever tasted, huh?" 

"No, I am." George growled, his fingers digging into my hips; his pace increased inside me and I yelped. 

"No, I AM! Tell him, Daze -" 

"No, tell him -" 

I made a loud muffled moan around Fred, which I couldn't tell was in agreement with him or George; it wasn't possible for them to tell either, so they both increased their paces again, fucking me hard and so, so fast. 

"I'm going to come inside you," George breathed heavily into my ear, "and you're going to like it." 

"No the fuck you're not." Fred said immediately, pulling out of my mouth. A string of my saliva connected him and my swollen bottom lip. I gasped for air, gazing up at him through my eyelashes as I pouted. "Get out of her." 

"No!" George groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier. "I'm the one coming in her this time! You can come somewhere else for a change!" 

"No, I'm coming in her and you're not, and that's final -" 

"Guys - sh-sh-shut up -" My voice was wobbly as George grazed my g-spot in a way that made me collapse face-first into the pillow; I came, my hole clenching tight around him. I rode out my high as the two bickered above me, moaning out George's name breathily. 

Fred didn't like this, apparently; his face twisted like George's had and he reached out to shove his brother away from me. George was groaning louder; my orgasm had clearly brought him closer to the edge and he had such a tight hold on me I knew there were going to be bruises. 

"Fuck OFF, man!" George said in a strangled voice, trying to shrug Fred off. 

"You're not coming in her - I am -" 

"No - I'M coming in her -" 

"That's it! Neither of you are coming in me." I said in exasperation, rolling away from George. The twins stared at me, their jaws dropped. "You can come in my mouth, or nowhere at all. Understood?" 

"But - what - come on, baby -" Fred protested, reaching out for me, but I batted him away. 

"You're like children! You're so annoying!" 

"Don't you want me to -" George started, but I cut him off. 

"No! Not anymore, right now." I said, glaring at them both. "No ejaculation inside my pussy for either of you bad boys. So are you gonna come in my mouth or what?" 

"Fine." George glowered, moving in front of me as I repositioned myself onto my knees on the floor. 

"This isn't fair." Fred huffed, moving beside him and jerking himself off. 

"Life's not fair." I snapped, reaching out for George; I moved my hand up and down him at the same pace Fred was wanking. 

"Fuck - Daze -" 

The twins came at nearly the exact same time, and I opened my mouth wide to catch it all. They were both groaning, Fred tugging at my hair, George tracing along my arm with his fingers before grabbing it tight... 

I swallowed, tasting them separately on my tongue. I leaned forward and slowly swiped my tongue over first Fred's, then George's tips, sitting back on my heels and licking across my lips. 

"Baby girl..." 

"No." I said, staggering up. "You know what? You two need counselling." 

Fred and George exchanged glances. I thought back to when the small poster had first appeared on the Gryffindor common room noticeboard, having been quietly pinned up our first night, and we'd walked past it the next morning. The twins had scoffed at it then. Trauma counselling. They didn't need trauma counselling. They were fine. 

"You're not fine." I told them. "I know you need help. You guys were never like this before... you know. Everything. And it's only been getting worse." 

George shuffled on his feet, giving Fred a sideways glance. "Yeah... I guess it has." 

"What are you suggesting, babe?" Fred said. 

~~~ 

"Okay." Professor Wells said, leaning forward on her elbows. She observed us, eyes moving from Fred to me to George. "So after ten minutes of talking to you two, I know what's up." 

"Already?" Fred said, sounding awed. 

Professor Wells laughed. "Yes. It's very obvious what is affecting you both. From what you've told me..." 

I reached out and took the twins' hands in my own. I squeezed them both. 

"... It's trauma from believing Daisy was dead. From losing her that day of the Battle. You both truly thought she was gone, and the grief and trauma from that was never truly processed. And now you are both overcompensating your dominance; as if by being the most dominant and active presence in her life, you won't lose her again. You're both fighting for her affections, believing that if you are the most dominant, Daisy will love you the most and will not leave you. Both of you want her to love you the most. Neither of you want to lose her." 

Fred and George stared at Professor Wells, their mouths hanging open. I shrugged. It made perfect sense. 

"But why would it just come out like this so randomly the past couple of weeks?" George asked. 

"Trauma's funny like that." Professor Wells smiled. "It comes and goes." 

"How do we make it stop?" Fred asked. 

"Well," Professor Wells said, "we'll discuss that at a later date. For now, a good start is to talk about it." 

The boys were silent for a minute. I shifted in between them, tracing over Fred's hand with my thumb as I squeezed George's. 

Then George blurted out, "When I saw Daisy in Draco's arms, and Riddle told us all she was dead... I felt my heart drop like... like a brick. It felt awful. It was the worst I've ever felt." 

Professor Wells nodded. Fred glanced at George. 

"Me too. And after that... when we were fighting the Death Eaters, before Daze revealed herself..." Fred said quietly, "I thought..." 

I turned to him, squeezing his hand like I had George's. Fred let out a sad laugh, staring down at his lap. 

"I thought I would never be happy again."

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