Chapter 7: Chapter 6 – Cracked Mirror

"You okay, Daze?" 

I looked up from my dessert. My head had been throbbing all the way through the banquet the Ministry had provided, and I hadn't eaten much due to the queasy feeling I had in my stomach. I kept thinking I could see him lurking in the corners of the auditorium, which had been transformed into a fancy dining area, smirking at me from the shadows. 

"I'm fine." I told George, taking a bite of the lemon meringue. My eyes moved swiftly around the room to the neighbouring tables; ours consisted of the Insurgents, Draco, and Harry's group of four, and our friends and family were at tables dotted around us. I didn't see anyone suspicious; I dropped my gaze back to the white and yellow crumbled in front of me. 

"Are you sure, baby?" Fred said on the other side of me. "You're going a bit pale again." 

"I'm fine, guys." I said, though my voice wobbled. I shovelled another spoonful of bitter sugar into my mouth as Terry laughed wildly at something Draco said. 

"I still can't believe she did that!" Ron was grinning. "That was insane." 

"I know, I can't imagine Professor Sprout ever -" 

"Shh!" Hermione flapped her hands at Kylie, gazing around with wide eyes. "Don't expose her!" 

"A bit late for that, Hermione." Harry said. 

I had no clue what they were talking about. Everyone around us had finished their desserts and were getting up and moving across to other tables, socialising. Bottles of wine and champagne were popping up on each table, and without a second's hesitation I had grabbed the champagne closest to me. 

"Wow." Terry turned to me as I took a huge swig straight from the bottle. "Softpaw wants to get fuckin' lit tonight, lads." 

"I'd just like to not feel certain things for one night." I informed him, hiccuping. Then I took another swig. 

George's hand landed on my arm, gently tugging the bottle away from my lips. "Take it easy, princess." 

Fred took the bottle, smirking, and chugged it too. George rolled his eyes, snatching the bottle away from us both and slamming it down on the table, waving his wand and making three champagne flutes float towards us. 

"Drink from the glass like civilised people," He said exasperatedly, "and don't get alcohol poisoning. I'm worried about you, Daze." 

"I'm FINE." I insisted, tilting the bottle into the glass and downing it in one. I hiccuped again, feeling the champagne taking its effects on me already; the taste was very alcoholic and slightly unpleasant underneath the bubbliness and fruity flavour, but the anxiety over the Riddle sighting was fading fast. 

"Slow DOWN." George said in amazement. "Come on - you haven't even tested that bottle, princess, and you always test..." 

It was true. I hadn't dipped my fingernail in to check if Amortentia was in the champagne. I sagged back in my chair, my eyes moving around the room again. Seamus and Dean were roaring with laughter as Neville told them something, his face shining with joy. Sirius and Mr Weasley were toasting something, grinning; Shannon, Blaise, and Ernie MacMillan were chatting in a huddle, taking sips from their own flutes. 

But no Riddle. 

I tried to relax, moving around the tables myself after a while, sipping away at my constantly refilling champagne flute, socialising with everyone I knew. Everyone admired my Gold Medal of Honour, congratulating me and complimenting my speech and dress. I nodded and smiled, exchanging pleasantries and putting on my charm, and when I got back to my table I was feeling drained. 

I didn't know why I felt like this. I was Daisy Potter, extrovert and lover of socialising, popular and energised from chatting. It was completely out of character for me to feel less able to cope after being around people. I certainly never needed alcohol to get me through talking to people before. 

"Hey, there's the woman herself!" Terry raised a wine glass at me, winking. He was clearly a little tipsy; the telltale sign being that Draco had his arm wrapped tight around Terry's waist, holding him up straight. 

"Were you guys gossiping about me like little old grannies?" I said dryly, reaching out for the champagne bottle on our table, tipping the last of it out into my flute. 

"You know it, baby." Fred grinned. 

"We were just talking about how smart and brave and beautiful you are." George said, his hands in his pockets. 

"So beautiful." Fred hiccuped just like I had been doing all night. "So hot and sexy and... Godric, those tits..." 

George's eyes dropped too. The twins stared at my chest as I propped a hand on my hip, staring back at them in amusement. 

"Why are straight boys so weak, Drakey-poo?" Terry booped Draco's nose, giggling.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm choosing to ignore your nickname and answer your question: because they like boobs and Daisy-flower's are... um... voluminous." 

Terry cackled. "He's saying you have big tits, Softpaw!" 

"I know." I face-palmed. "Watch out, Hopper, you're gonna get wine on your Order of Merlin." 

Terry hastily held his tipping wine glass away from his chest. 

"We all suit green, don't you think?" Draco said. "And no, I'm not referencing Slytherin." 

"Yeah," Fred breathed, "yeah, it looks best on Daisy, I think... it really brings out the colour of those stunning eyes..." 

I let out a girly giggle, downing the rest of my flute. Fred was smirking again, one hand resting casually on his belt, pushing his blazer back slightly. My eyes were involuntarily drawn to his belt buckle, and a shiver ran through me. 

I turned, setting my flute down on the table. There was no champagne left; I glanced around desperately for another type of alcohol. I grabbed the nearest bottle, tilting it into a wine glass beside me. 

Red liquid sloshed out, the scent strong and overpowering. Red wine... what Riddle always drank... and what he always mixed the love potion in before he fed it to me... 

My hands trembled. A few splashes of red dripped onto the white tablecloth, and the liquid seeped slowly across the fabric. Fuck. He was really getting to me today. I was hallucinating him, and having anxiety attacks at the sight and smell of things I associated with him... even though he was dead, he was still affecting me. 

"Daisy..." 

I set the bottle down with a thud. Without looking at the others, I said shakily, "I'm going to the bathroom," and swept off through the crowd. I pushed through throngs of conversing and laughing people, trying to calm the trembling spreading out all over me. 

"Alright, Daze!" 

I sent a quick nod at Lee, not stopping to chat. I finally arrived at the doors to the auditorium and exited the room, gazing around for my next destination. Bathrooms... bathrooms... there. I followed the sign to the women's bathroom, pushing open the door - and at last, peace. 

The room consisted of three cubicles and a stretch of mirror running above the three sinks. It wasn't a particularly large room, but it was quiet, and nobody else was here. I hurried into a stall, locking the door behind me and collapsing onto the toilet seat. 

I dug through the little purse I'd brought with me frantically. Where are they... where are they... here. I quickly uncapped the bottle, tipping two pills out onto the palm of my hand. I slapped them into my mouth and swallowed, shuddering. 

I tried to steady my breaths as I rocked back and forth slightly on the toilet seat, my pastel blue skirts poofed out around me. I gazed down at the small bottle; 'Daisy Lily Potter, prescription for Olanzapine, 40 tablets' it read. I'd sneaked to St Mungo's without the knowledge of the twins or Terry several times over the summer, to fill my prescription. I'd begged a Healer to prescribe me antipsychotic medication in my first visit, and he'd done it immediately, no questions asked. 

And I'm glad that my role as the Chosen One had given me a free pass to so many things. Because he would surely have committed me to the psych ward if he'd asked the questions and discovered just what I'd been hallucinating. 

The door to the bathroom squeaked open slowly. I swiftly popped the bottle back into my purse as footsteps made their way across the room, and I stood up, fluffing my skirts out around me again. 

Just as I reached for the lock on my cubicle door, the lights went out. I glanced up nervously; the strip light had blown, and a strange chill was in the air. The footsteps had stopped. 

"H-hello?" I called out. 

No response. 

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickling unpleasantly. I had the odd feeling that someone was watching me. I glanced around anxiously; I could barely see. Then I looked down. 

My breath hitched. A pair of shoes was positioned directly facing my cubicle door on the other side. My heart had stopped; terror was creeping up my skin, making goosebumps rise on my arms and adrenaline pump through my veins. 

And something in me made me raise my gaze, up to the door, up, up... and I screamed. Through the darkness, I could see Tom Riddle's face leering over the door at me, impossibly tall, smirking sadistically. I backed away, stumbling into the toilet; the door flew open and Riddle flew in at me, back to normal size - he grabbed me, his hands sliding all over my body - I screamed and writhed, managing to squirm out of his grasp as he slipped against the toilet. 

I skittered back out into the bathroom, still screaming at the top of my lungs. I crashed into the sinks as Riddle tackled me from behind, and my forehead bashed against the mirror; it cracked, and I felt a warm trickle down my face. I was grabbed around the waist and turned roughly; Riddle's pale face was inches from my own, and his red eyes were gleaming with a dark pleasure. 

I was reminded painfully of him forcing his fingers into my seemingly-dead body in the Forbidden Forest, and whimpered. Riddle's smirk widened at the sound. 

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"It's good to see you again, you little whore." He said, his voice raspy. "I'm back for another taste of your slut pussy; be good for me, now, and don't resist - it'll be less painful for both of us -" 

"No!" I gasped, my head whirling in panic. "No - please -" 

Riddle had me pinned to the sink with one arm, stronger than me in my traumatised state. His other hand was at his belt, unbuckling, positioning himself in between my legs as I squirmed feebly, feeling the hot tears running down my cheeks. 

"Please, Riddle!" I breathed, the room spinning. I felt like I was going to throw up I was so dizzy. "Please don't do this... please don't hurt me, Tommy..." 

Riddle licked his lips, panting. "Why shouldn't I, little angel? Huh? Fucking whore - you're going to shut up and take it -" 

My dress was hiked up around my waist. I sobbed in terror as I was pinned against the mirror, struggling against the sink. Riddle's hands were freezing against my bare skin, and I whimpered as he pressed up against me. 

"Are you ready for me, Weak-"

WHACK. Riddle dropped to the ground. Fred stood behind him, his fist raised; he shook it out, swearing. 

"Fuck, his head's hard." My boyfriend said. "Baby girl - what -" 

I fell forward into his arms, crying. I heard more footsteps running in the corridor outside, and I flinched violently, remembering Riddle's footsteps; but George and Terry entered the bathroom, panting. 

"What's wrong? What happened?" Terry demanded as George moved forward, wrapping me in his arms too. 

"I - I don't know - it looked like Tom Riddle, but obviously it couldn't have been -" Fred was saying, confusion written across his features. "It must have been some asshole's idea of a prank, and when I get my fucking hands on him -" 

He looked down. 

"Uh... fuck. Where'd he go?" 

I looked down too. The space where Riddle had been previously was mysteriously empty. But at that moment, only one thing mattered to me. 

"You saw him too?" I gasped out in between my sobs. 

Fred glanced down at me, concern in his eyes. "Yeah, of course I did, baby. You didn't think a hologram was pinning you up, did you?" 

~~~ 

We left the afterparty early. I was cradled on the sofa in the living room at the Burrow by the twins, thankful that no one else was home yet. The cut on my forehead was cleaned up carefully, and a little plaster was smoothed across my skin. They cuddled me gently, whispering reassurances in my ears, kissing across my skin soothingly. Eventually, after a long time, I relaxed enough that I stopped trembling. 

"What the hell do you think that was that attacked you, baby?" Fred queried, eyebrows furrowed. "Because it couldn't have actually been Riddle; there's no way. He's dead." 

I opened my mouth to reply; it had definitely been Riddle, there was no doubt about it - no one could have put a disguise on themselves that good, I'd know that face and body anywhere; but George shot Fred a meaningful look, and Fred shut up, instead turning back to my neck and leaving a slow trail of kisses down it. 

I moaned softly. "Freddie... Georgie... can you make love to me, please?" 

The twins exchanged a glance. 

"Er - are you sure, baby, you've just been -" 

"I'm sure." I said quietly. "I want you. I'm not going to let him mess up my sex life." 

"Okay, darling. Only if you're sure..." Fred stood up, leaning in and scooping me up into his arms. "I want you to know that we can stop at any time, alright? Just say the word." 

"Please..." I breathed as Fred carried me up the stairs, George hot on his heels. "Please, I want you..." 

"Shit." Fred said under his breath, and I could tell he was trying to fight the influence of the alcohol inside him. He reached their bedroom and I was lowered onto Fred's bed. My dress was pushed up, and Fred's shirt unbuttoned; his tie hung untied and looped around his neck. 

His lips descended on mine; we kissed slowly and passionately, our lips melding together and our pants mixing. I felt George's mouth on my neck, and I melted into the mattress as the twins kissed me. Fred licked broadly across my bottom lip; I opened my mouth, letting him in, whining as his tongue tangled with mine. 

George sucked gently on my collarbone, and I gasped breathily into Fred's mouth. Their hands were moving over my body slowly and carefully, but sensually. I arched my back, silently begging them to go faster. 

"Do you want me, baby girl?" Fred purred quietly against my lips, and I shivered as I felt him undoing his belt buckle against my core. 

"Yeah, Freddie... I want all of you..." I breathed, gazing up into his warm eyes. He swore softly, and I felt him slide into me slowly. Fred's eyes fluttered shut as he groaned deeply, biting his lip as he seemed to be restraining himself from going faster. He sank into me deep, filling me; I moaned weakly as I felt the stretch, wrapping my legs around his waist, grabbing at his shirt. 

"Baby girl... you feel so good..." Fred moaned, rolling his hips. I fell back against the pillows, a high-pitched moan escaping me. 

"Mmm, please..." I whimpered. George bit down gently on my shoulder, and I bit my lip as the sensations going through me overwhelmed me. 

"You're so beautiful." Fred said, his voice strained with pleasure. "Do you know that, baby girl? You're gorgeous..." 

His medal was swinging back and forth as he slid in and out of me, cracking against mine occasionally. He gazed down at me, eyes full of lust and wonder. They moved across my face fondly; I tugged him back down to my lips, moving them against his fervently. 

We broke apart after a long moment, and Fred rested his forehead against mine. He let out a little groan as I squeezed around him, and one of his hands came up to caress my face. 

"I love you, Daisy..." 

"I love you, Freddie..." 

We reached our highs together, me moaning and tugging at the back of Fred's shirt as my hole tightened around him, him groaning deep into my ear as I felt his warmth spreading inside me. 

"Are you still up for this, princess?" George kissed me softly as he took his twin's place. Fred rolled over beside me, stretching out on the bed in satisfaction as I batted my eyelashes up at George. 

"Yes." I breathed, and I felt him fill me up. He was so careful, so thoughtful; I moaned into his ear as he gently rocked into me, him letting out little groans and sighs as he throbbed inside me. 

George's hands and tongue mapped out my body as he moved in me, giving me tingling sensations across my skin. I arched my back up into him as he hit spots inside me that made my toes curl. The mixture of my own wetness and Fred's come made it easier for George to slide in and out, and it made the feeling so much smoother, causing my eyes to roll back as George penetrated me. 

"You know we love you so, so much, princess?" George murmured into my ear, one of his hands in my hair, playing with it. "You mean everything to us." 

"It's true." Fred spoke up next to us. "You are our moon and sun and all of our stars." 

"We couldn't live without you." George said with a little groan. "We'll always be here to protect you, princess." 

"Mmm..." I moaned breathily at the hotness of my two protective boyfriends, and reached the edge again. "I love you, Georgie..." 

"I l-l-love you, Daisy..." 

I felt George's warmth seeping into me, and I opened my eyes in shock. Fred had his arms behind his head, watching us with a cocky smirk on his face; he'd allowed George to come in me, finally. George was slack-jawed above me, still thrusting into me sloppily, his eyes shut in pleasure. It only intensified my orgasm; I cried out as I came hard around him, the feeling of George's hot liquid inside me making my head spin. 

Eventually George rolled off me onto my other side. I tried to catch my breath, snuggling in close to the twins as my doubly-wet core soaked the bedsheets. 

"Should we maybe -?" 

"Yeah, sorry. Tergeo!" 

"Thanks, Freddie." 

"No worries. I just didn't want to risk the chance of George getting you pregnant." 

"Of course that's your main concern. Of course it is."

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