Drabble: Overtime (Fred/Verity, George)
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lightofdayeTitle: Overtime
Rating: R
Characters: Fred/Verity, George
Word Count: 382
Content: Angst, workplace relationship,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
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Everyone thought that they were both the same George knew and not without good reason either. Fred and George Weasley presented themselves as quite the double act. They’d been inseparable throughout their childhood and at school; they’d even gone into business together when they’d left Hogwarts.
But there were differences between them, George knew even if the others didn’t see it. He was brighter than Fred but Fred was the bolder of them: the risk taker. And that was why George was now watching him fuck their shop assistant, Verity.
He’d come back from a supply run a good hour past closing time, expecting the place to be fully shut up. Instead he’d found half the lights still on. He’d been opening his mouth to complain when he caught sight of them and his objections died on his lips.
Blonde, lithe and very pretty, Verity was bent over the countertop. Fred had her bright magenta robes hiked up higher than her hips, held in place with a fist. His other hand gripped her shoulder, holding her in place as he pounded away.
This was absolute typical of Fred, George thought and it was nothing new. He’d beaten George to ask Angelina to the Yule Ball, and he’d almost certainly shagged her as well. The best George had gotten from his date was a kiss on the cheek. Now, after George had insisted they get an assistant, after he’d trained her and treated her professionally, he found out just why Fred had been so determined they hire someone so young and pretty. It would help with the customers, he said George thought darkly.
Verity’s eyes were screwed up and her mouth hung open, emitting soft breathless cries in time with Fred’s thrusting, George wondered how much she was really enjoying herself. Fred’s eyes were open though and he caught sight of George lurking halfway down an aisle but he didn’t react other than to just grin and wink at his twin.
George didn’t smile or wink back. He just disapparated, apparating again in his room above the shop. Falling into a seat, he tried to ignore the tightness in his underwear and to forget Verity’s husky pleased moans. George loved his twin, but sometimes he couldn’t remember why for the life of him.
Rating: R
Characters: Fred/Verity, George
Word Count: 382
Content: Angst, workplace relationship,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
A/n:Written for
hp_humpdrabbles and posted here with other drabbles.Everyone thought that they were both the same George knew and not without good reason either. Fred and George Weasley presented themselves as quite the double act. They’d been inseparable throughout their childhood and at school; they’d even gone into business together when they’d left Hogwarts.
But there were differences between them, George knew even if the others didn’t see it. He was brighter than Fred but Fred was the bolder of them: the risk taker. And that was why George was now watching him fuck their shop assistant, Verity.
He’d come back from a supply run a good hour past closing time, expecting the place to be fully shut up. Instead he’d found half the lights still on. He’d been opening his mouth to complain when he caught sight of them and his objections died on his lips.
Blonde, lithe and very pretty, Verity was bent over the countertop. Fred had her bright magenta robes hiked up higher than her hips, held in place with a fist. His other hand gripped her shoulder, holding her in place as he pounded away.
This was absolute typical of Fred, George thought and it was nothing new. He’d beaten George to ask Angelina to the Yule Ball, and he’d almost certainly shagged her as well. The best George had gotten from his date was a kiss on the cheek. Now, after George had insisted they get an assistant, after he’d trained her and treated her professionally, he found out just why Fred had been so determined they hire someone so young and pretty. It would help with the customers, he said George thought darkly.
Verity’s eyes were screwed up and her mouth hung open, emitting soft breathless cries in time with Fred’s thrusting, George wondered how much she was really enjoying herself. Fred’s eyes were open though and he caught sight of George lurking halfway down an aisle but he didn’t react other than to just grin and wink at his twin.
George didn’t smile or wink back. He just disapparated, apparating again in his room above the shop. Falling into a seat, he tried to ignore the tightness in his underwear and to forget Verity’s husky pleased moans. George loved his twin, but sometimes he couldn’t remember why for the life of him.
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Date: 2014-06-12 04:15 pm (UTC)I find myself intrigued by the notion that the twins aren't quite as alike and in sync at the books show. Behind the scenes, they can have their differences. Like when they're arguing about blackmailing Bagman.