Couldn't stay away from these girls for long. Warnings are fslash, language, AU, mslash and twincest. The M warning is there for a reason, folks. This will be multi-chap, though the chapters will be somewhat short.

Do enjoy.

"Told you she'd be too scared." Fred said, shooting a satisfying smirk at his twin.

"Yep," George conceded, his shoulders slumping a bit too dramatically. "Guess we'll have to have somebody else with a bit more-"

"Oh shove it, both of you. I said I'd do it, and I will. I just don't see--I mean, it's Hermione."

"You did say that you wanted it to be a woman." Fred reminded her, tapping the side of his nose.

"And I do. But Hermione is just--"

"C'mon Gin," George said, rolling his eyes. "One look at her and you know she's a woman, even if it's hard to see anything under all that hair."

Ginny glared at her brother, letting that innuendo pass. Well, she'd gotten herself into it this time, hadn't she?

"What about, um..." Ginny skimmed her eyes over the heads in The Three Broomsticks.

"Cho Chang?" Fred said, his shoulders shaking from trying to keep from laughing.

Anger surged through Ginny, white-hot and begging to be released with her fist, but she took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Lavender Brown." George added, watching with glee as Ginny dug her nails into the table.

"Look Ginny, we're all for your alternative lifestyle--"

"Hark who's talking!" Ginny snapped, whirling around, "after I caught the two of you in bed, you owe me for not blabbing to the entire school."

"Well, that's what we're saying here. You scratch our back, we'll scratch yours. Assuming you go through with this, of course."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You like chicks. Mum will go ballistic. We'll help you keep this little secret from her for as long as you like."

Grudgingly, Ginny had to admit that she would prefer to keep her orientation quiet, especially from her mother. Her dad she wasn't too worried about, nor her brothers. Ron might have an apoplectic fit, but after a while he'd get used to it. If there was anybody that could help her keep everything under wraps, it was the two monsters before her.

It wasn't that she didn't find Hermione attractive, of course. She was pretty in a way that mattered more than most, that was unconventional and you had to work to understand. It wasn't that she didn't like Hermione, obviously they were close friends. And really, Hermione's intelligence was something to fancy, because most of the girls here couldn't carry on a decent conversation if their life depended on it.

So what was her hesitation all about, then?

"I think the reason you won't do it, Ginerva, is because you do like her. You have feelings for her and you don't want it all to be a game." George said, his voice slightly snide.

"Yes," Fred nodded, "better to use somebody worthless, a silly pawn that you would have no problem discarding after you've won."

"That's not--" Ginny began, but her argument faltered. Was it possible that they were right? No, surely not. Definitely not. Right?

"You're scared that you'll get in too deep, and then you'll be dependent on this." George produced a small bottle, the glass frosted, the stopper a delicate silver rose.

"Like I would need a bloody love potion to keep somebody interested." Ginny snorted, although in this case, not entirely certain.

Okay, if she was honest with herself, there was the slight possibility that her brothers were right. Assuming that, of course, (which she always tried to do as little as possible) then she was in love with Hermione. It would be highly unfair, then, to try and form any type of relationship with her under a false means. If there was one thing Ginny Weasley didn't need to tempt somebody, it was a love potion.

But there was also the very unpleasant and very unavoidable fact that Hermione was straight. There wasn't a queer thing about her, and this might be Ginny's only chance to experience anything resembling love with her. The sex would be great, she was sure, but it wasn't about sex. There were a hundred tarts at Hogwarts that were only to eager to please. It was about being committed to somebody you loved, that you had a deep respect for and enjoyed spending ample time with.

But a love potion? That was just an imitation, wasn't it?

"How good is this stuff? I mean, it's more than just slipping it to somebody and then they're slobbering after you, isn't it?"

"Give us some credit," Fred said, affronted. "This love potion is the real thing. It won't be that obsessive rubbish that the usual ones cause. Its hardly a stone's throw away from genuine. The drinker will still be themselves, will still carry on their own mannerisms and all of that."

"They will simply be in love with you. And yes, that includes lust, but who's complaining?" George added. He reached for the bottle, and in doing so brushed the back of Fred's hand.

Their eyes met, identical grins playing on their faces. "So," Fred dropped his hand under the table, pressing it against George's thigh, "are you in or not?"

Ginny swallowed, then glanced across the room, at the table where Hermione was sitting with Neville, Harry, and Ron. Hermione tipped her head back, laughing at something, then tucked a curly wayward strand of hair behind her ear. Dammit, she was so adorable. As she watched, Hermione licked her lips, biting her bottom one slightly, as was her nearly involuntary habit. Merlin, those lips...

"Fine," Ginny said, snatching the bottle, "I'm in."

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