Chapter 21 – Two at Once
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The start of the summer term meant that Harry, Fred, George, and I were training hard for the last Quidditch match of the season. In the last week of May, Professor McGonagall held Harry and I back in Transfiguration. 

"You are both to go down to the Quidditch pitch tonight at nine o'clock, Potters." She told us. "Mr Bagman will be there to tell the champions about the third task." 

So at half past eight that night, Harry and I left our respective groups of friends in Gryffindor Tower, and went downstairs. As we crossed the Entrance Hall, chattering, Cedric came up from the Hufflepuff common room. 

"What d'you guys reckon it's going to be?" He asked us as we went together down the stone steps, out into the cloudy night. "Fleur keeps going on about underground tunnels, she reckons we've got to find treasure." 

"That would be awesome, not gonna lie." I said.

We walked down the dark lawn to the Quidditch stadium, bantering and joking around, turned through a gap in the stands, and walked out onto the pitch. 

"What the HELL?" I shouted after seeing what had become of my beloved pitch. It was no longer smooth and flat. It looked as though somebody had been building long, low walls all over it, twisting and criss-crossing in every direction. 

"They're hedges." Harry said grumpily, bending to examine the nearest one. 

"Yeah, Bagman, this is fucking ridiculous!" Cedric agreed with me seconds later, just as dismayed. Harry got up and stared at the rest of the pitch, mouth dropped open. 

"Relax, my fellow Quidditch fanatics; your perfect pitch will be returned to its original state after the final task." Bagman assured us upset teens as we approached.

"It better fucking be!" I murmured to Harry and Cedric.

Bagman was standing in the middle of the pitch with Krum and Fleur. Fleur beamed at me and Harry as we climbed over the last hedge. Her attitude to us had changed completely since Harry had pulled her sister out of the lake. "Give those hedges a month, though, and Hagrid'll have them twenty foot high!" Bagman said cheerily. 

Bagman then explained how they were growing a maze, and gave out instructions about the third task, but I had a hard time concentrating on the instructions due to Fleur's exceptionally revealing evening dress. Shit. Do Veelas affect me as much as Ron? Maybe he's just more vocal about it than me...

"Very well... if you haven't got any questions, we'll go back up to the castle, shall we, it's a bit chilly..." 

Bagman hurried away from me as we began to seek our way out of the growing maze. He's definitely avoiding me after what Fred, George, Terry, and I wrote to him. 

"Oi." I said, catching up to him. His round face looked scared. "You've been ignoring us. First our letter, then every time we've tried to talk to you afterwards. When are you going to give us our money?" 

Bagman blinked, drawing himself up. "You're too young to gamble, Daisy. All four of you." He said nastily. "I'm not giving you anything." 

"Okay, you don't even have to give us the money we made off you, then." I said casually. "Just the money we gave you. Give us our money back." 

Bagman blinked again, stepping back. "N-no." 

I cocked my head, confused. "What? Why? You should still have it, surely." 

"I'm not giving you ANYTHING, sweetheart -" 

"You okay, Daze?" Harry called. I turned towards him and Cedric quickly, turning back to Bagman - but he was off, hurrying towards the castle at a much faster pace than before. 

"Yeah." I sighed, running my hand through my hair. 

Krum tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped. 

"Could I haff a vord?" 

"Yeah, alright." I said, slightly surprised. 

"Vill you valk vith me?" 

"Okay." I said curiously. 

Krum and I left the stadium together, but Krum did not set a course for the Durmstrang ship. Instead, he walked towards the Forest. 

"What're we going this way for, mate?" I said as we passed Hagrid's cabin and the illuminated Beauxbatons carriage. 

"Don't vant to be overheard." Krum said shortly. 

When at last we had reached a quiet stretch of ground, a short way from the Beauxbatons' horses' paddock, Krum stopped in the shade of the trees and turned to face me. 

"I vant to know," he said, glowering, "vot there is between you and Hermy-own-ninny." 

I, who from Krum's secretive manner had expected something much more serious than this, stared up at Krum in amazement. LMAO, he'd read the Witch Weekly article and saw that I had apparently broken Hermione's heart. 

"Nothing." I said, fighting the smirk that threatened to crawl onto my face. But Krum glowered at me, and I, somehow struck anew by how tall Krum was, elaborated. "We're friends. She's not my girlfriend and she never has been. It's just that Skeeter woman making things up." 

"Hermy-own-ninny talks about you very often." Krum said, looking suspiciously at me. 

"Yeah," I said, "because we're FRIENDS." 

"You haff never... you haff not..." 

"No." I said, very firmly. 

Krum looked slightly happier. He stared at me for a few seconds, then said, "You fly very vell. I vos votching at the first task." 

"Thanks." I said, grinning broadly, and suddenly feeling much taller myself. "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. The Wronski Feint, you really -" 

But something moved behind Krum in the trees, and I, who had some experience of the sort of thing that lurked in the Forest, instinctively grabbed Krum's arm and pulled him around. 

"Vot is it?" 

I shook my head, staring at the place where I'd seen movement. 

Mr Crouch, the Ministry official who had been 'ill' and not been turning up to the Triwizard events lately, stumbled from behind a tree, muttering about Percy and someone called Bertha, saying something about Voldemort that was indiscernible, and he managed to get out that he needed Dumbledore. 

"Stay here." I told Krum, and ran into the castle to get my Headmaster. 

The rest of the night was as confusing. When Dumbledore and I returned, Krum had been Stunned and Crouch was gone. Jerk came out a few minutes after, obviously as 'Moody,' and stumped off into the Forest to look for his dad. Then I told Fred and George what Bagman said to me, and texted Terry about it, and us four met up in the Gryffindor common room to discuss it. Fred and George decided we had to blackmail Bagman for our money back, which Terry and I eagerly agreed to. We spent the rest of the night chatting about blackmail and the third task - excitedly making plans about what to do with my share of the money if Harry and I won. 

"There's also the problem of the maze growing in our Quidditch pitch." I said. "How are we going to have our last match?" 

"Oh, right." Fred said, furrowing his eyebrows. "Forgot about that one, I did." 

"We could still have it, just over the maze?" George suggested. 

I shook my head. "They wouldn't let us, we'd probably be able to see the centre and Harry and I could know how to get there more than the other champions. Wouldn't be fair." 

"I'm amazed you care about being fair in a game, Softpaw." Fred grinned. 

I grinned back. "This is one game I WOULD care about winning genuinely, I guess. Honour and all that. Nah, but the teachers and Ministry officials wouldn't let us because it wouldn't be fair, I meant." 

"What about over the Forest?" George said.

"The Snitch could disappear in there. Plus no one would be able to watch us." I said. 

Terry leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "What about over the Lake?" 

I quirked an eyebrow at him, interested. 

"Snitch wouldn't go into the water, and we could use the stands from the second task." Terry explained. 

"Hell yeah Hopper, you da man!" I high-fived him. 

~~~

It was daybreak. Fred, George, and I had crept out of our dormitory very early to meet up with Terry, and hurried up to the Owlery together with our next letter. Now we were standing looking out at the misty grounds. All four of us were puffy-eyed and pale, because we had been talking late into the night. 

"I mean, it IS blackmail, we could get into a lot of trouble for that." Terry shrugged as we debated over to actually send the VERY cheeky letter we'd written. 

"We've tried being polite, it's time to play dirty, like him. He wouldn't like the Ministry of Magic knowing what he did -" I said, but was cut off by George. 

"I'm telling you, if you put that in writing, it's blackmail!" The ginger told me. 

"Yeah, and you won't be complaining if we get a nice fat pay-off, will you?" Fred said. We both caught each other's eye. Terry and George were the more cautious, sympathetic, and sensible of the group (but certainly not SENSIBLE by normal standards!) and Fred and I were the more outgoing, meaner, and risk-taking of the group. Maybe what George said was true; Fred and I were meant to be - 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the Owlery door banging open. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came over the threshold. 

"What're you doing here?" Ron and George said at the same time. 

"Sending a letter." Harry and I said in unison. 

"What, at this time?" Hermione and Fred said. 

Fred grinned. "Fine - we won't ask you what you're doing, if you don't ask us." He said. 

"I know what they're doing." I said. "They're sending a letter to Sirius." 

Ron glanced at the sealed envelope in my hand, and I shifted my hand so that the name on it was covered. 

"Well, don't let us hold you up." I said, making a mock bow, and pointing at Hedwig. 

Ron didn't move. "Who're you blackmailing?" He said. 

The grin vanished from Fred's face. George half glanced at Fred, Terry, and I, before smiling at Ron. 

"Don't be stupid, I was only joking." George said easily. 

"Didn't sound like that." Ron said. 

Us Insurgents looked at each other. 

Then Fred said abruptly, "I've told you before, Ron, keep your nose out if you like it the shape it is. Can't see why you would, but -" 

"It's my business if you're blackmailing someone." Ron said. "George's right, you could end up in serious trouble for that." 

"Told you, I was joking." George said. He walked over to me, pulled the letter out of my hands, and began attaching it to the leg of Snidget. "You're starting to sound a bit like our dear older brother, you are, Ron. Carry on like this and you'll be made a Prefect." 

"No, I won't!" Ron said hotly. 

"Ron, give over. Daisy does shit like this all the time and she's fine." Harry muttered to his friend. 

George carried Snidget over to the window and she took off. 

He turned around and grinned at Ron. "Well, stop telling people what to do then. See you later." 

We left the Owlery. 

~~~ 

Later that day, in class, we completed the list. 

I brought in a picture of a sofa and set it on the ground, sitting on it. I couldn't even see over the top of my desk. 

"Miss Potter?" 'Moody' said, stumping around the back row to look at me. 

"Boo!" I yelled, jumping up. 'Moody' shook his head at me, telling me to sit back in my chair. 

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" I screamed at him as I pulled my chair over my picture, and everyone in the class jumped. 

"Sir, when are we going to learn how to fight the killing curse?" I asked casually. "And when are we going to practice resisting it?" 

The class giggled. 

"You and Mr Potter are the only living things alive who can fight the killing curse, Miss Potter." 'Moody' growled. "Are you suggesting I murder your classmates?" 

"You said it, not me." I said, leaning my chair back on two legs. 

I turned to Terry and started playing tic-tac-toe with him, slapping our hands together loudly as 'Moody' tried to teach. 

"Are there any more questions?" 'Moody' asked. 

I raised my hand. 

"Yes, Miss Potter?" 

"When did you lose your virginity, Professor?" 

'Moody' ignored me. 

I put in earphones and ignored everything as I turned up the volume on my phone. I started kicking Harry's chair, and he turned around, shooting a glare at me. I ignored him pointedly, smirking to myself as I launched another kick at my brother's chair. 

'Moody' stumped over to my table and yanked my earphones out. "No Muggle activities in class, Miss Potter." 

I turned my phone around, opened up the camera, and posed. I took the perfect selfie; me looking flawless with 'Moody' in the background, staring at the camera, disgruntled. 

"What did I just say, Miss Potter?" 

"I don't know, sir, but I have a theory." I leaned towards him. "How do you feel about the moon landing being faked?" 

I spent at least ten minutes engaging 'Moody' in discussion about various different conspiracy theories, each getting wilder than the last, as the class listened in, giggling and snorting. 

Eventually, I pulled out my stash of Christmas crackers from my bag and started pulling them with Terry, Draco, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean. The small 'bang's echoed around the room, and 'Moody's' eye went haywire as each cracker popped. I took out the mini plastic party frogs that came out of the crackers and flicked them at my classmates, sniggering. 

"Oh, shit - sir, someone's given me Veritaserum." I said loudly, getting up. "Oh, fuck - I can't - I have to tell you, Professor." 

'Moody' looked at me quizzically. 

"I - I poisoned your flask, sir!" I clamped my hands over my mouth. 

'Moody' immediately stumped over to the sink in the corner, and poured the entire contents down the drain. 

The next class, I brought in a blow-up sofa and tossed my chair back, placing the sofa in front of my desk. I collapsed onto it, sighing in relief exaggeratedly, and 'Moody' glared at me. 

"If you don't like me sitting here, Professor, I can just -" I got up, hurrying towards his chair at the very front. I jumped into it, grinning at 'Moody' as I rested my elbows on the arms of his chair, lounging in it. 

"Get out now, Miss Potter -" 'Moody' brandished his cane at me, and I leapt out, smirking, as I headed back to my desk. 

Halfway through the class, Fred and George turned up again after having been sent to us by McGonagall for misbehaving. They sat next to me, on either side of me on my blow-up sofa, grinning. 

"Girl, I gotta go, I'm finished with the show..." I sang loudly, making eye contact with 'Moody.' He narrowed his eyes at me. "If you wanna fuck me, I won't say no!" 

"Silence, Miss Potter!" 

"I wanna fuck you, are you gonna say no?" Fred whispered into my ear, and I jumped, my face flushing. I turned to him, forcing my face to go neutral, and screamed. The class turned and stared at me. 

I flicked bits of paper at the twins and my twin, magicking up a Hammy hamster and winding it up, setting it off down the aisle between the desks. 

I snuck my wand out and cursed 'Moody's' magical eye, making it spin uncontrollably around in his head. 'Moody' stumbled, his face crumpling in confusion. 

"Engorgio." I hissed, pointing my wand at his nose. "Engorgio." At his hand. "Engorgio." At his hips.

'Moody' was not in a good mood when he finally corrected himself. He glared at us all as he continued his teaching, stomping around the classroom. I sat with my back to him. 

"Miss Potter, turn around." 

I turned around, but got Fred to plaster a large piece of duct tape over my mouth. He was bright red as he did so, and I purposely did not try to read his mind to find out why. 

"Off with the tape, Miss Potter." 

"Hey, Draco." I purred, after pulling the tape off, draping myself over the boy. Draco went pink, glancing at Terry and mouthing, "Help!" 

Terry sniggered. "Hey, Draco." He said in the exact same tone as me, leaning towards him from beside me. I grinned as I hopped back onto my blow-up sofa. The twins shuffled closer to me, the sofa squeaking under them, throwing their arms around me, identical mischievous smirks on their faces. 

"Hey, Softpaw..." They both purred simultaneously, just like me, but it made my insides flutter. What is happening inside my body right now?! 

They both moved in closer, their arms sliding closer around my shoulders, their hands landing on my bare thighs, just before the hem of my short school skirt. Both twins leaned in close, their faces so close to mine, their mouths - 

"Ugh!"

"Uhhh..." 

I giggled hysterically as they both moaned loudly and exaggeratedly. Of course. Number 78, pretend you're in a porno. 

It didn't help that it made me very, VERY confused on my feelings. 

~~~ 

*Terry* 

The Quidditch match over the lake was spectacularly amusing. I watched as Daisy and the twins flew over me, Daisy hunting for the Snitch with Pansy Parkinson hot on her tail. Draco decided to sit the Cup out this year, and was sitting beside me. Or rather, he was nearly on top of me. 

I smirked as Fred deflected a Bludger from Daisy, aiming it towards Floppy. Floppy aimed it back towards Daisy, and Fred slammed it back twice as hard, his jaw set. Damn, he is really protective of his friends. 

Draco's mouth landed back on mine. I responded with enthusiasm, moving my lips with his, my hands moving up and down his body. We were underneath the stands, watching the match through the breaks in the seating, and we had a good view - for when we weren't making out. 

Draco's lips broke away from mine, and I looked into his grey eyes, darkened with desire. Godric, this boy is so hot. Why is this Malfoy so hot? I've never found any Malfoy hot in my life, but damn - this fucking guy - 

Draco's mouth moved towards my jaw, kissing along my jawline, and down my neck. I sighed in pleasure as his lips pressed against my skin. His teeth scraped against my earlobe, and I couldn't help the slight moan that escaped me. 

On the pitch, hovering just above the lake, Daisy leaned in towards Pansy, their brooms dangerously close together. Pansy's expression changed completely, from concentration to dreamy, and she leaned in too - her mistake. Daisy took the opportunity to push her into the water. 

"OH SHIT!" Lee screamed, his role as commentator unrestrained now that it was student-run. "PRATINSON IS REKT!" 

Draco's teeth bit down on my shoulder, and I groaned, turning back to him. "Draco, baby... fuck..." 

Our lips connected again, and we didn't come up for air until the match was won, by Gryffindor of course. The Gryffindor team flew down to the bank, yelling and cheering, and Daisy was being thrust up into the air by her team, hoisting the Cup onto her shoulder, then high into the air. Draco and I ran over to them, grinning. 

"Congrats, Softpaw!" I yelled, jumping up to high-five her. 

The night was lively, what with the festivities in Gryffindor Tower. The party was huge, and the entire House was celebrating. Draco and I joined, Amy, Suzanne, and Shannon sneaking in too. I always enjoyed being in Gryffindor Tower - it felt like a huge family that I was part of. However, I did know that my true place was in Ravenclaw. I'm just too much of a smart-ass. 

Daisy glanced at the Marauder's Map as Fred and I tossed crisps into each other's open mouths, trying to catch them. 

"I'm gonna go meet someone - I'll back in a few." Our curly-haired friend said, grinning, and left out of the portrait-hole through the throng. 

"Ohh, is she going to meet Kylie Ford?" I grinned at the twins. Fred's face dropped, but George shook his head at me. 

"How would she get into the castle this late?" He said, throwing a crisp into Fred's hair. "Plus, to enter this place she'd need, like, three bodyguards. Dunno how she's going to attend here. They'll have to be standing outside every room she's in." 

"What about Pansy Pratinson?" I smirked. "They looked pretty cosy at Quidditch today." 

"Legendary match." Lee informed us as he passed, briefly overhearing us. "Quidditch on the Lake. Love it!"

"That was just to push her in the water." Fred said, glowering slightly. 

We continued chatting about the match, until it became apparent that our clan mate had been gone for just a bit too long. 

"Where IS she?" Fred said, glancing at his watch. 

"She left the Map behind." I pointed out, grabbing the piece of parchment off the table next to us. 

The three of us huddled around, poring over it. Little dots moved all over it, and a huge concentration of them were in Gryffindor Tower. 

"There." George said, stabbing at the parchment with his finger. "Floppy's got her." 

Fred went immediately for the portrait hole, his wand out. George and I hastily followed. 

We followed the Map down to an empty classroom on the third floor, near a secret passageway into Hogsmeade. In fact, that classroom was opposite the entrance, I saw as we approached, and Fred stormed up to the door. I grabbed at his robes, putting a finger up to my lips. 

"Shh!" 

"I'll take her out through the passage - once I'm out of this castle, they won't be able to trace me once I'm gone. I Apparated once in here to show her I could take her - to scare her, y'know - but if they wanted to investigate when she's gone, they'll know it's me. So I can't Apparate with her now." Floppy's voice drifted out to us. Fred's jaw was clenched, hard. "So I'll take her out, then I'll Apparate her to the Dark Lord. Of course, I might Apparate her to my manor first, to my bedroom, might have some fun with her -" 

Fred slammed the door open, his wand out, and had shot a hex so viciously at Floppy that he flew into the wall opposite. The Three Douchebags leapt up from their positions, wands out at us. Daisy was laying, slumped, in a chair, her eyes closed. She was out cold. 

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Fred growled, standing over Floppy, his wand pointing directly at the dickhead's face. Floppy smirked lazily up at him. 

"Relax, Weasel. I just Stunned her." 

Fred grabbed the front of Floppy's school shirt, hoisting him up, and slammed him up against the wall. "Anything else, asshole?" 

I had never seen Fred this angry. Except, maybe... 

When that Muggle attacked Daisy. And every time Floppy attacked her. Especially when he had hurt her bad, or sexually assaulted her. 

"This isn't just ordinary friendship, is it?" I muttered to George, who looked nearly as furious as Fred. He blinked, glancing at me. "There's something between them. Either they're both involved with each other... or Fred has got it bad for our friend." 

George inclined his head towards me - confirming my suspicions. Poor Fred. Daisy likes Kylie Ford. It's not possible to like two people at once - is it?

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