The Raven and The Snake

Embarrassment colored the rest of Ariadne's week. She couldn't believe what she'd done. She avoided Birdie as much as she could, paranoid that Birdie would somehow be able to sense her shame.

The twins didn't say anything to anyone which was a mercy. When she'd awoken the next day, she'd been certain they would blab and the entire school would know what they'd done in the showers. They didn't even treat her any different, they caught in between classes and clung to her, cracking jokes, same as always.

Ariadne kept her eyes low potions class, thanking any gods that would listen that Lupin was back. She didn't think she'd be able to handle more classes with Snape right now.

Her worst fears were realized anyway when Professor Snape called her back at the end of class. Her palms were sweating and she was having a horrible time lifting her head to look into his face.

"Yes, Professor?" She fought to keep her voice normal.

"Are you feeling well, Miss Black?"

There was a genuine hint of concern in her tone. Her eyes flew to his face before she could stop herself. He was watching her calmly, no sign of disgust or a sneer.

"Sorry, what?" She asked blankly, too afraid to test his mood with her mind, fearful that any lapse in her control would make him aware of what she was thinking.

"Have you recovered since the incident on the Quidditch pitch? Your reaction to the dementors was quite strong." He answered calmly, no sign that he knew anything he shouldn't.

Ariadne's shoulders relaxed. "I'm fine, Professor. I was just taken by surprise."

An uncomfortable expression crossed his face. He looked like he was about to choke. "Do you need to discuss what you saw when they came close to you?"

Her heart took flight at that. He was actually concerned. Professor Snape was as far from "warm and fuzzy" as one could get. He was perfectly fine giving academic advice and was an excellent teacher, but here he didn't get involved with emotional matters. Now he was concerned enough for her to offer her counseling.

Her mouth fell open for a moment before she was able to control herself. "No need, Professor! It was exactly what you'd expect. I was just remembering my family, but I'm okay. I'm recovering normally."

He looked relieved. He clearly wasn't at all prepared for offering comfort to anyone. She smiled at him tentatively.

"Thank you." She said with earnest. "I really do appreciate it, Professor."

Professor Snape stiffened slightly. "You tried to conjure a patronus."

She shrugged. "Didn't take, did it? I've never practiced that spell."

Professor Snape's mouth was a perfectly straight line. His brow was creased in that way that made her want to smooth it out. Her hand twitched at her side.

"I will coach you to do it properly." He stated.

A smile tugged at her lips. "You really don't need to, Professor. I know you're busy and I can always ask Professor Lupin for help on this. I'm sure he'd be willing to help me practice." Snape's eyes flashed, looking a little angry. She felt an odd twinge in her head and an odd taste touched her tongue. It was almost like... jealousy.

Students for the next class were about to enter. She excused herself quickly and spotted the redhaired boys. She hooked her arm in George's.

"Come with me a moment?" She tugged him.

George obeyed without a fuss. He and Fred had no problem skiving off one of Professor Snape's classes. He followed Ariadne with a bright smile, Fred coming along behind them quietly.

She directed them to a broom cupboard, shoving George in ahead of her. Fred followed, closing the door behind them. She grabbed George, kissing him feverishly.

George responded instantly, kissing her back, his hands dropping to her waist. Fred made a little growling noise, wrapping his arms around her chest and kissing her neck.

Ariadne tugged at their robes, their hair, kissing them deeply. She waved her wand, putting a couple of spells on the door so no one would walk in on them or hear them. Fred used a severing charm to tear her robe. She would need to repair that later.

George pulled her onto him, his fingers tangling in her hair. He kissed her face, her jaw, and moved to nibble on her throat sending tremors through her. She rocked against him, feeling him getting hard between her legs, but he wasn't pulling off his robe.

Fred had ducked down. He'd lifted her shirt and kissed her spine, holding her thighs in his hands to help her move against George. She let her head lull back, moaning loudly and arching a little. Their kisses tickled and made her skin heat up. It was very different now that they were dry.

She could feel the callouses on Fred's hands on her bare thighs. His tongue slid along her spine, making her shudder. George's teeth brushed against her throat and she moaned.

He bit her, sucking hard on the spot on her throat. It would definitely leave a mark, but she didn't care. Her legs trembled hard and he bucked a little, shoving hard against her for a moment then shoving her toward Fred.

Fred caught her and rubbed himself against her back. He kissed the other side of her throat, biting a little harder than George had. He seemed to be competing with George, not having lasted as long last time. He teased her chest through her bra while he sucked on her throat. She could feel him pressing between her legs and leaned into it, rubbing back.

He groaned in her ear. "Aria, you're going to drive me crazy."

A blush was spreading. She reached to stroke the side of his face, glancing over at George who was chewing his lip, watching her and his twin. She trembled. This was so wrong.

Fred kissed her lip, hugging her tightly to his body. She felt his body tense for a moment, then relax. George invited her onto his lap, holding her gently.

George nibbled her ear and whispered. "Are you alright?"

She flushed. Of course, George would be the one to understand best. She could hear the direction of his thoughts. He knew exactly why she was doing this and there was a reason he wasn't pushing her to go even further.

Fred and George both wanted her. They wanted it to go all the way. They really wouldn't mind sharing her in that way if she wanted it. They were prepared to give her whatever she wanted.

Guilt swelled in her. She felt awful using them physically just because she couldn't have the person she wanted. It was an abuse of power. How could they be okay with this? Why were they so kind to her?

She pressed another kiss to George's cheek. "I'm okay, George. Thank you."

He nuzzled her neck, his tongue flicking over one of her new bruises. "Any time. You need us, we'll be there."

They were far too good for her.