"I would do anything for those two."

"I know." He pulled back. "Now get ready, Alexandra Fae Lupin-Black." He grinned.




I leaned back in my chair, my arms crossed over each other as I watched Professor Moody teach. Or what you can call teaching. I had different defence teachers over the years. Beauxbatons had four different ones in the school. I had them all and then Remus. They all taught brilliantly, but this... Him. Something was seriously off with him and his classes. When he showed us the three unforgivable curses, it had shocked me into silence while the others found it wildly interesting. I just couldn't wrap my head around why he would show that to us. Now he was droning on about another form of dark arts, but not to protect or fight against but how to use it. Why in Merlin's name did Dumbledore hire a psychopath? I didn't care if he was a famous auror. He clearly lost his marbles over the years. Lee was next to me, leaning forward in interest as he showed us a memory of his. I followed Moody across the room with my eyes, and tried to sniff what he was drinking in that goddamned flask, but again, the room was too crowded to smell anything.

I wish I could sneak into his room to figure out what he was drinking. But... I already tried and the security on his office and chambers was airtight. I debated telling Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore, but my guess is that they'll probably wave it off. I'm still a kid in their eyes. It doesn't matter in what kind of circumstances I end up in. Voluntarily or involuntarily. I decided to write a letter to Moony and Sirius. I placed the paper on the book, so it wouldn't seem too suspicious. Moody had a creepy eye that seemed to see through things. That thought alone made me shudder.



Empty classrooms should have more protection on them, I thought as Fred pushed me against the wall as he devoured my mouth. It was the end of April, and we were all getting a little restless from all the flirting and teasing. So, tonight after dinner, they pulled me in an empty classroom and snogged me. I didn't care that we weren't on a date. I wanted to kiss them, so fucking badly! Fred was gripping my hips as his tongue battled mine. George was on my side, nibbling and sucking on my neck. His lips went lower and lower while his hands splayed on my skin, just underneath the hem of my skirt.

They made me crazy. I dreamed about them; I fell asleep thinking about how it felt sleeping between them. We haven't slept in the same bed since the first time. And I missed the feeling of their bodies pressed against me. I moaned in Fred's mouth as George squeezed my ass. The door creaked open.

The three of us froze on the spot, only turning our heads to the opened door. Jack poked his head in. His eyes widened when he spotted us. Then he grinned. A stupid shit eating grin. I gave him a look and the side of his eyes sparkled in humour. He made a zipping line over his lips before he stepped back out. I could hear him say.

"Sorry, Levvi. This classroom is currently occupied by horny teenagers.

The twins looked at me shocked as the sound of their footsteps disappeared. I smiled before barking out a loud laugh, my head falling back against the wall. They blinked at me. I straightened their collars and said,

"Don't worry. He won't tell." My thumb grazed over their bare necks. "So, where were we?" I quirked an eyebrow.

They gave me their lopsided grin before they switched positions without talking. Now George was kissing me, while Fred sucked and nipped on my neck. They were going to be the end of me.



I got an urgent message from Blaise saying something was wrong with Draco when I was in the common room with my friends. I quickly kissed their cheeks and hurried towards the dungeons. I didn't care it was past curfew. The days were getting longer, and the temperature was rising. The trees were already filling with leaves and knobs. I nearly tripped on one of the loose steps of the staircase but caught myself just in time. And I just kept going until I was in the doorway of Draco's bedroom.

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