Fred and Lee decided to retire to their dormitory after they had stuffed their faces with the Sunday roast in the Great Hall. They chose not to question why both George and Blair weren't seen at dinner. It was Sunday and Sunday meant that no one cared about anyone, because that was just too much effort. Especially for Fred, who struggles to care what he's doing most of the time. He had only just made it to the Owlery in one piece and given the form to an owl, before slipping down the many stairs the castle had and made it to the Great Hall for lunch. He then shuffled away to hang with Lee down by the Black Lake before slithering back up the many stairs to the Great Hall again for dinner.

It was now time to not do all the homework that he and Lee had left until today and maybe discuss some more marketing strategies for the Weasley line. They were yet to introduce the Headless Hats, which were bound to be a best seller. They needed a demonstration of some kind to get the word out that the charmed accessories were available.

"We can always cover Blair's cat with it? It'll be well creepy to have a headless cat walking around," Lee suggested.

"Maybe. I'd love to see that cat disappear," Fred nodded along.

They climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitory and thought nothing of that fact that the door to the seventh years' room was closed. It was there room, they should be able to walk in without knocking regardless of the fact of the door being closed or not. Lee had been the one to push open the door and be greeted with the sight of complete darkness. The curtains had been drawn on all of the windows and blocked out the sunset that could be seen where the Black Lake met the sky.

"Why is it so dark?" Fred grumbled and pulled out his wand, pointing it towards the candle wick that was closest to him. A small flame caught and lit up the room gradually, allowing them to see the faint outlines of their piles of clothes that littered the floor.

Barely looking at anything other than their own beds, Fred and Lee threw down their coats over their trunks and fell on to their beds with a sigh. While Lee drifted off into a food coma, Fred lifted his head and looked towards the bed that sat on his right. George's bed was encased by the long curtains that hung from the bars connecting the four posts together, making anything inside blocked from view. And considering he and George had done everything together since birth and knew everything about each other, this was odd. They were all boys; there was little privacy in this room.

If Fred was a caring brother and didn't always have the urge to be intrusive, he would leave the curtains closed and just assume George wanted to sleep with something different tonight. But of course, we all know that Fred was the complete opposite to this. He sat up from his bed and stepped in front of the thick curtains, thinking not of what could possibly on the other side besides George's peacefully sleeping form that he could probably put Lee's tarantula on. Curling his fingers around the edge of the curtain, he yanked it back and revealed the contents of the four-poster bed.

The sight of George's shirtless figure was nothing out of the normal. However, the addition of Blair's completely naked body was definitely not expected. Even though anything that was limited to the female body was covered by George's purple duvet, it wasn't hard to imagine what was pressed up against George's side that was causing him to sleep with a dreamy smile on his face. Fred hadn't seen many naked females in his time but Blair was certainly not one that he had been anticipating to see at all.

Blair, who was in a light sleep and was due to be waking up from her nap, could hear the calm ambience of the silent room that used to be plunged in darkness. Unaware of the extra ginger that had his head poking through the curtains with his mouth forming an 'O' and his eyes bulging out his sockets, she cracked her eyes open and first saw the faint candle light that flowed over the bed's posts and curtains. She specifically remembered George extinguishing all the candles in the room before they had fallen into their evening naps, making the sight of the faint glow odd. But it was when she raised her head off of the pillow and turned her gaze to the left side of the curtains, that she then realised why the room wasn't plunged into darkness.

The scream that came from her mouth was heard all throughout the Gryffindor common and the dormitories that sat below the seventh years. It caused Lee to leap out of his bed with his wand in his hand, ready for the assailant that had broken into their room. Fred fell back from the parting of the curtains and landed on the floor, his head hitting his bed and pushing it back a couple of inches. George shot up from his nap and was dazed for a moment, looking around the encased bed with half lidded eyes and a hanging jaw.

"What is it?!" George shouted, shooting his head down to Blair who had curled up under the covers to hide any distinctive features she wouldn't like broadcasted to the seventh year boys' dormitory.

The groan that came from somewhere in the room made George look towards the curtains that had parted to show the room beyond their sanctuary. He poked his head through and saw his brother sitting on the floor and Lee standing with his wand out. Things then clicked into place when he remembered he was shirtless with only a pair of boxers on and he had been in a collective nap with Blair, after having sex in the very bed he sat on.

"Oh..." was all George could say.

"You guys had sex, didn't you?" Fred didn't get an answer but he didn't even need one. He rubbed at the back of his head from where it hit his bed frame before standing to his feet and lowering his backside on to his mattress. George had disappeared beyond the curtains once more before pulling it back completely, revealing Blair with his 'G' knitted jumper on and an extra blanket covering her bare legs. George had made the effort pull on the trousers he had been wearing during the day but couldn't find the shirt he once had, making him think it was buried somewhere among the piles on the floor.

"How delightfully devilish for the Head Girl to sneak into the boys' dormitory," Lee sniggered and put his away his wand, glad there wasn't Sirius Black or some other Azkaban escapee in their dormitory.

"You will not tell anyone about this. Both of you," George pointed a stern finger at both Fred and Lee, but couldn't keep a straight face as he envisioned what they must be seeing. With Blair chewing nervously on her bottom lip and him with his ears glowing red and his hair in a mess, it was no use trying to ignore how they had just been caught.

"No problem. I wouldn't want to repeat this to anyone," Fred moaned. "Can someone obliviate me?"

Blair pulled at the over-sized sleeves that hung over her hands and tried to stop the rush of blood that was moving towards her face. Not only did the realisation of having sex for the first time ever sink in, but the act of being caught during the aftermath by George's brother and best friend was humiliating. She supposed that this situation had been endured by many people her age, but nothing could have prepared her to be seen at her most vulnerable. But assuming that curtains would hide her from seeing eyes was silly on her part.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your common room?" George asked, eyeing Blair with his attention focused on anything that wasn't her face. How embarrassing must it be to have two people walk in and see you completely naked in another boy's bed?

"I might go and sleep down in your common room actually. I can't be bothered going all that way," Blair sighed and reached for her skinny jeans that sat at the end of the bed. "I didn't bring my badge, so if someone caught me out after curfew, I wouldn't have an excuse."

"W-Why don't you just sleep here for tonight?" he stammered, clearing his throat and glancing towards Lee and Fred. They had already buried their faces into their pillows in attempts to rid the image of Blair and George sleeping naked together from their minds.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't mind..." Blair shrugged, feeling her face heat up for the hundredth time today. With Fred and Lee now looking away, it allowed Blair to reminisce in what she and George had just done. Sitting in his sweater with a dull ache in a part of her body that usually didn't ache unless it was her certain time of the month had an odd bliss to it. Drowsiness was still coursing through her limbs and behind her eyes, making the thought of walking back to the Ravenclaw tower like concurring a mountain. Her body was yearning to fall back into George's deep purple covers that smelled like him and snuggle her frame into his side. And she did exactly that with a content smile.

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By the time the owl had returned with her ingredients, Blair had already been bombarded with overwhelming pleads for a new potion. Somehow, Professor Umbridge had heard about the plan to create a group that could practice spells and learn what they needed to pass their exams and in the seventh years' cases, graduate from Hogwarts. She had Filch hammer up two new Educational Decrees at the start of the week stating that all previous groups outside of classrooms were to be disbanded, and groups of more than three people would be considered an extracurricular activity, making it also against the rules. It was getting incredibly hard to not get detention nowadays and Blair was being approached by different students every hour.

On the Friday of that same week, Fred and George came knocking on the Ravenclaw common room door and told Blair they had the ingredients she asked for. The three rushed to the Gryffindor tower and set out their three cauldrons, simultaneously making three large batches to bottle and start selling for a single galleon.

"Did you see Professor Trelawney got sacked today?" Fred asked as he stirred his cauldron, wrinkling his nose at the sight of the liquid's revolting green tinge.

"No, I was helping Flitwick with some stuff today. Was it Umbridge?" Blair replied.

"Of course it was. She nearly was sent to leave the school entirely regardless of the fact that this is where she lives. Dumbledore had to jump in and say that she could stay, and that he had already hired a new Divination teacher," George explained, dripping in the Murtlap essence under Blair's instruction.

"Who did he hire?"

"A centaur. His name's Firenze and you should have seen Umbridge's face when he walked out with all his horsey glory," Fred looked dreamily off into the distance and went to drop four Dittany leaves into his potion, only to be stopped in the nick of time by Blair. She snatched his wrist and stared at him with wide eyes, thankful for her observatory skills. Trusting Fred with potions wasn't the greatest of decisions.

"You add that and you'll heal someone's hand so much that you'll see bone," she scolded and took two leaves of his hand, leaving him with enough to heal the gruesome scars and not life-threatening gashes.

"Oops."

"Well the good thing is that she still doesn't know who's in the group and Double D's still here to protect us if she really tries to come for us," George mentioned, pouring his potion into the small bottles they had also ordered.

"But I don't think Dumbledore can do very much now..." Blair mumbled. "I don't think he'll last that much longer."