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There was no time for thoughts of morality; no space to struggle with what was right or wrong. Right now they only had time for each other – to taste and to feel and to taste again.

They certainly had no time for the audience that was gathering in the Quidditch shower rooms, watching with something between horror and fascination as Fred lost his hand in George's hair, and George dug his fingers into Fred's bare hip.

Or it might have been the other way around.

Finally one of them pulled away and turned to Harry.

"And that, Mr Potter, is how you seduce a Weasley."

Ron found his tongue at last.

"That's supposed to help Harry get Ginny?" Ron asked, rendered flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"No Ronald," Said George. Or maybe Fred. "Not exactly," And he winked at Harry who purposefully avoided looking at Ron. Ever. Again.