Getting Reckless

Dylan and Mary Ellen were leaving the Great Hall after lunch to head down to the new paddocks Professor Hagrid had erected over the weekend. Personally, she was a little worried about what creature or monster Professor Hagrid would have for them this time, considering what he had shown them in the past. "Dylan, what do you think he will have in those new paddocks? They look strong enough to hold a dragon," Mary Ellen asked apprehensively.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Dylan replied, trying to suppress her own apprehension. "We're seventh year and N.E.W.T. level. The goddess only knows what he would think appropriate to introduce us to!"

Fred and George pulled Dylan aside just as the girls walked out the doors and into the Entrance Hall. "Oi, Dylan, just the girl I want to see," George said, hooking her arm and pulling her aside.

"Oh, no you don't!" Mary Ellen exclaimed. "Dylan, you can't – you said that you were done with all this!"

George crossed his arms, looking at both girls speculatively. "I believe we'd already planned this. Are you backing out?"

"No!" Dylan turned to Mary Ellen. "I still have the other tank, well, both tanks. The eggs – remember?" Mary Ellen gave her an exacerbated and extremely disappointed look. "Okay, I Disillusioned them to look like simple pollywogs, but I...."

"So you still have them, right?" Fred asked.

"Yes," Dylan admitted.

"Apparently!" Mary Ellen's eyes became wide as she looked at her friend, stunned. "Dylan you are going to get rid of them – aren't you?"

"Yes, today, right?" Fred asked.

"Now, during class," George added.

They both looked at Dylan with expectant scrutiny. "Do you still have the nougat?" Fred asked.

"Yes," Dylan said firmly, looking at Mary Ellen, then back at Fred and George. "But I'll need to get the tadlowogs. They're still in my room."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" the guys chorused.

Dylan grabbed Mary Ellen's hand and dragged her up to their room. "I'll need your waders," she said, pulling out her own.

"My – wait! You have got to be kidding!" Mary Ellen shrieked as Dylan Summoned them from under her bed. "You are not going to put them in my waders!"

"If you help me, you will not have to face whatever it is Professor Hagrid has for us... Aguamenti," Dylan said as she filled all four waders half full with water. "Then we could simply look up the monster up in the library and not get stung, burnt, scratched, stabbed at or bitten!" Deftly, she levitated two tadlowogs into each boot and magically sealed the top, trapping the creatures within. "So, are you game?"

"I'm sooo going to regret this!" Mary Ellen replied with a deep sigh. "So what exactly are you going to do?"

Dylan grabbed four of the remaining element containers, shoving them into her book bag, and one of the waders. "Just giving the Toad her just rewards," she said, shoving a wader into Mary Ellen's bag. "C'mon, I'll explain on the way down."

Fred and George were still waiting for them when they stepped off the marble staircase. "Can each of you carry one of these? I don't have room in my book bag," she said, handing over a pair of waders.

"Sure," Fred said, as they each concealed a boot in their book bags. "Do you have the nougat? I have another if you don't – same price!"

Dylan blushed and nodded. "Darn, I hoped to collect," he said as George chuckled, and they walked from the Great Hall together. "So I'll see you in the hospital wing, then?" Fred said, giving Dylan a quick kiss on the cheek, just before they separated.

Dylan smiled, blushing. "Yeah," she said, standing as if rooted, watching Fred and George head down to the greenhouses. Mary Ellen teasingly bumped Dylan, breaking her out of her trance, laughing at her. The girls turned and ran down to the new paddock that was standing just inside the Forbidden Forest, near Professor Hagrid's hut.

There was a large, grayish-purple creature inside the paddock, with two long, very sharp looking horns, and hard, cloven-hoofed feet, pacing menacingly. Its lavender eyes sparkled dangerously in the sunlight as it regarded each student standing around the barrier. "Isn't he beau'iful? Say 'ello to Spike!" Professor Hagrid said proudly. The whole class stood staring at the animal, stunned.

"Graphorns come from the mountains 'o corse. They're tricky animals, Graphorns, got ta be righ' careful around 'em. Their horns are real useful for potions, and Graphorn hide is even tougher than dragon's, an' you can't easily kill one 'cause they're skin, it'll also repel spells," Hagrid explained to his bewildered and stunned class.

"Aren't they extremely dangerous, Professor?" someone asked, his voice cracking in fear. Dylan quickly pulled out the Nose-Bleed Nougat in case Professor Hagrid decided to ask for volunteers.

"Nah, Spike – he's all righ'. So, if yeh wan' ter come closer ter the paddock," Professor Hagrid suggested, beaming at the fierce creature as if it were his newest pet, "yeh can get a bet'er look at 'em." Dylan quickly bit off the darker end of the nougat, wondering just how long it would take for her nose to start bleeding. "No one?" Professor Hagrid pleaded, looking at the class expectantly.

"Oh, my gods! Dylan!" screamed Mary Ellen as Dylan's nose began to flow. "Professor!"

"Wha'? Hol' on," Professor Hagrid said, alarmed. "Oh my! I gotta get yeh up ta the hospital wing," he said nervously, looking from the creature in the paddock and back to Dylan, obviously not wanting to leave the class alone around the paddock.

"I'll take her, Professor," Mary Ellen suggested quickly. Dylan tried to suppress her smile, knowing that her friend was as terrified of the Graphorn as she was.

Professor Hagrid looked relieved. "Righ' then, yes. Yeh take her on up then. Thank yeh, Miss Glass."

As Mary Ellen led Dylan into the hospital wing, she saw both Fred and George on separate beds, drinking Blood-Replenishing Potion. "Oh my! Miss Avondale, what happened to you?" Madam Pomfrey asked, quickly handing Dylan a hand towel and ushering her to a bed.

"My attention was on the Graphorn Professor Hagrid had for our lesson, and I wasn't watching where I was going, I'm afraid," Dylan lied. Mary Ellen looked at her with an incredulous frown.

Thankfully, Madam Pomfrey didn't catch her look. ""Very well, take the bed next to Mr. Weasley. I'll have you patched up in a jiffy." As Dylan sat down, she popped the rest of the nougat in her mouth. The bleeding ceased by the time Madam Pomfrey finished her healing charm and magically cleaned most of the blood from her robes. Dylan drank the Blood-Replenishing Potion and was excused to return to class.

Fred and George were waiting in the hall. "Here's the boot," Mary Ellen said, as they hurried down the corridor. "I can't do this, I'm sorry. I'll take what notes I can and let you copy them. Just please – don't get caught."

"No problem, I won't – I'm with experts! I'll see you later," Dylan answered as both Fred and George chuckled. She followed the twins as they raced trough the castle to Umbridge's private rooms.

She was surprised how many 'short cuts' the twins used to avoid the occupied classrooms and equally impressed at how quickly Fred and George managed to undo the Toad's wards and gain entry. They make it look so simple! Dylan thought amazedly, recognizing the counter spells to the simplest of magical wards. But then the Toad isn't as adept at spell work as they are either. Getting into her rooms really isn't all that much of a challenge after all.

"Dylan, stop up the sink and tub and fill them with water," Fred directed her once they entered the loo. "Ready, George?"

"Oh, definitely ready," George replied, grinning wickedly. "Okay then, one in the sink," he directed as they each flung a tadlowog into the bowl just as Dylan finished turning off the tap.

"Toilet and the tub..." Fred said as he dumped two tadlowogs into the toilet, and George dumped two into the tub. "That leaves two more."

Dylan meanwhile was taking down the Toad's shampoo and conditioner containers from the shelf by her tub. She flicked her wand, changing the label on the shampoo to read 'conditioner' and visa-versa. Setting them back, she took down the curl enhancer and styling spray, grinning wickedly. She pulled out her ink well and unscrewed the tops, adding in a few drops of the ink in each. "What are you doing?" Fred asked.

"Just leaving a surprise for her," Dylan said, placing the bottles back on the shelf and picking up the bath salts. She pulled out the container of sulphur she intended on giving him and mixed in a generous amount of yellow sulphur into the yellow bath crystals, setting the jar back on the shelf.

George stood watching her, amazed. "You know that you can be downright wicked?" he said, although he sounded impressed.

"So is making students write lines with a blood-oath quill and scarring them for life," she said, leaving a small jar of quagmire marked as 'facial mask' next to the sink. The tadlowogs floating in the sink grabbed her hand and Fred hit the little creatures with a quick Stinging Hex to make them let go. "So, are we done in here?" she asked finally, making one good check of their work.

"Two more tadlowogs to place," George said, holding up a boot.

Fred glanced around the room. "I saw a water jug on her bedside table," he suggested.

George nodded, looking around. "A vase?" Dylan suggested. "She always has flowers all over the place."

Fred shook his head. "There is one next to her bed. But the tadlowog won't get at her..."

"Until she has to change the water. When she exchanges the flowers for new ones, the tadlowog will get her," Dylan said. "Even magical flowers don't last forever."

"Okay, water jug and vase," George said deviously. "We got to go – we still have to get back to the hospital wing so that we have credible alibis."

Leaving Umbridge's room, Dylan felt invigorated and smug. All three of them quickly ran back to the hospital wing, eating their Nose-Bleed Nougats on the way. Madam Pomfrey was surprised to see them return, but quickly ushered them back onto beds, making each change to pajamas and lie down. For the second time that day, Dylan drank the Blood-Replenishing Potion, handing her robes to the house-elf who came to collect the bloodstained garments.

~o0o~

Dylan, Fred and George were munching on slices of cake and Chocolate Frogs when Madam Pomfrey said that they could go and join their friends for lunch. Dylan nearly laughed as she licked the last of the chocolate from her fingers. "Aren't you coming to the Great Hall?" George asked as she turned to head up the stairs to the fourth floor.

"No, I'm not hungry any more," she replied. "Between the large dinner last night and the breakfast this morning the house-elves brought us, and the food my friends gave us when they visited, I'm full."

"So, where were you planning on going?" Fred asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"My common room, I suppose," she replied, although if you have something else in mind... She tilted her head as she waited to see what he was going to suggest.

George began to snicker. "I think our raven is up for some fun," he said, ginning. "How about it? Feel like exploring?"

"I have to exchange my books first... but sure," she replied, trying to suppress the big grin on her face and look serious.

Fred looped his arm around her. "Go quickly then, and we'll meet you by the portrait of Ignatia Wildsmith just down the corridor from your common room."

Dylan took off running for her common room. She had a free class period after lunch and hoped that Fred and George would show her another part of the castle she hadn't seen. Just as she turned to run up the stairs to the fourth floor, she bumped into the Toad. "Miss Avondale, what are you doing here? Why aren't you in class? Classes haven't been dismissed yet."

Dylan wanted to ask her the same thing. "I was just released from the hospital wing and I wanted to...."

"Not a very likely story, you have been skiving class. Ten points from Ravenclaw," the Toad said with a wide toothed grin.

Dylan bit back the retort she wanted to say, simply replying, "May I go now, Professor?" as politely as she could muster.

Umbridge looked her over with a scowl. "Yes, I expect to see you at lunch then." The Toad walked away with a quirky bounce to her step and Dylan really wanted to hex her.

Instead she ran up to her room and was placing her The Magical Beasts, Great and Samll of Europe in her trunk, when she glanced at her tanks sitting on the window still. The one tank was now empty, but the other still held several tadlowogs floating happily in their mucky water. Hoping that the twins would be up for it, she Vanquished half of the water in the empty tank, shrunk its size and flipped two of the tadlowogs inside and sealed the top. When she slipped into the corridor from her common room, both Fred and George stood waiting by a portrait of a dour-looking witch holding a jar of silvery powder and surrounded by green flames. "I don't suppose that wherever you've planned to take me would by any chance require us to pass through the first floor, would it?" she asked, still feeling slightly miffed.

"Why? What's wrong?" they chorused.

Fred put his hands on her shoulders to make her look up at him. "What happened? You were in such a good mood before."

"The Toad..." she said, nearly a growl. "I – I... that – Hag!"

"Okay, but why go to the first floor?" George asked. Dylan simply pulled out the shrunken tank and held it up for him to see. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, we've been a good influence on you... Are you game, Fred?"

"I was thinking about the hidden tunnel behind the portrait of Almerick Sawbridge," he said, laughing, "but sure, well stop by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the way to the lake. Does that sound good?"

Of course it took only minutes for them to get inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, two minutes to fling the tadlowogs into the water pitcher and glass on the desk and exit the castle just as Hagrid was coming up the stairs.

"Oi, Miss Avondale, how are ya feelin'?" Hagrid asked.

"I'm doing much better, Professor, thank you," Dylan said, smiling warmly.

"Aren't yeh goin' ta lunch?" Hagrid asked.

Dylan shook her head. "After spending yesterday and all of this morning in the hospital wing, I just felt like getting some fresh air and sunshine for a while."

George stepped down the stairs to stand closer to Dylan and Fred. "Besides, the house-elves fed us already..."

"And we are full," Fred added.

"Well 'en, I 'on't keep yeh," Hagrid said, moving aside. "Yeh three have a nice walk by the lake – that'll make you righ'. Bye now."

Dylan, Fred and George ran down to the lake, laughing. They spent the lunch hour skipping rocks, splashing each other, and taking a nice long stroll along the shore.

~o0o~

As Dylan, Jolliet and Mary Ellen entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom later that week, all three girls stopped dead in their tracks. For the first time ever, the Toad was not sitting at her desk. She was standing at the door, checking the book bags and pockets of each student as they entered her classroom. "Open your bag please, Miss Hatley," the Toad asked in her girlish twitter.

"Professor! Your hair – you... um, colored it," Roseanne stammered in shock ahead of them. Surely enough, Umbridge's normally mousey-brown curls were instead a dull muddy black and a bit limp.

Umbridge's sweet smile instantly fell into a snarl. "Yes, Miss Hatley, I did. Move along. Miss Glass, Miss Avondale, your bags please," she said, glaring at Dylan and Mary Ellen. As the Toad checked Mary Ellen's pockets, Dylan noticed two things: one, the Toad had several long slender scars on her hands and across a cheek, and her upper lip was still quite swollen and had obviously been bit by a tadlowog – or tadlowogs, as in plural. The other was that Dylan felt someone remove the glass jar from her pocket, just as Jolliet passed in front of her to have her book bag checked. "Fine, Miss Stewart, you may enter. Miss Avondale, your bag, please," Umbridge said, her girlish twitter a bit strained.

Dylan held up her bag and the Toad looked inside. "Fine then, dear... Next." Dylan nodded, but just as she entered the room Roseanne, who had been waiting for Jolliet, tripped and fell, the contents of her bag falling out, making Dylan, unfortunately, trip over Roseanne, and she landed on top of her. In the same instant, Fred Weasley fell forward, knocking the Toad against the open door, and he landed on Dylan and Roseanne as well, the contents of his bag falling out and sliding across the floor. "Mr. Weasley! Get up at once and show me what you have in your book bag and pockets!" the Toad admonished him angrily.

Fred struggled to climb off Dylan and Roseanne. "Pretty much all I had in my book bag is now on the floor, Professor," he said, offering a hand to help both girls to their feet. When Dylan leaned down to get her book bag off the floor, she wasn't all that surprised to feel the jar had been placed back in her pocket. Fred gave her a quick wink as he, Mary Ellen and Roseanne began to gather his and Roseanne's things off the floor.

Dylan retrieved two copies of Defensive Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard, noticing that one book looked rather new and the other was well used and had pages that extended slightly beyond the cover. "I believe that this book is yours," she said, handing the used book to Fred, "and Roseanne, I think that this book is yours," she continued, handing her the second book.

"Would you all please go – sit – down!" the Toad said impatiently from the door. Mary Ellen, Dylan and Roseanne carried the items collected from the floor to Fred and George's desk to sort it all out.

George nudged her and Dylan looked up nervously. "She'll see! She's checking everyone's bags – she suspects," Dylan said, nervously.

George shook his head. "Nah, she's checking Wang's pockets. Do it now."

Dylan apprehensively pulled the jar form her pocket. Fred gave her a wink and a nod as she opened the jar.

"Dylan, no," Mary Ellen admonished in a hiss.

"Ready?" George whispered to Dylan. "Let's do it while she's at the door. One – two – three," he counted, and the two tadlowogs sailed into the water pitcher. "I thought that you were going to aim for her glass?"

"Oops!" Dylan said, collecting her things.

Fred sat down in his chair, leaning over by Dylan as he adjusted his book bag next to his seat. "Everything, okay? George said you missed," he asked. Dylan simply shook her head discreetly, and she took her seat as the Toad walked by, limping. Dylan tried to control her nervousness as Umbridge looked tentatively into her water glass before taking a sip.

Dylan opened up her book, a disguised copy of Mulliens' The Ride of the Aethonon Raiders, tucked magically into the cover of her Defense Against the Dark Arts book. She sat, happily engrossed in the amusing anecdotes and comical situations the heroes of the tale, Harold Hardsoven and Bernard Burleson, kept getting themselves into, and trying desperately not to laugh. Fred passed her a note midway through class. Dylan opened the note and read:

I want to see you after dinner.

Meet me at the statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor at half past seven.

Plan on getting wet.

Do you know how to swim?

Dylan turned to him with a confused, questioning look, and he winked at her. When the bell rang, everyone quickly fled from the room, but she was unable to catch up to him before he left the classroom.

~o0o~

Dylan propped up her book at dinner, still engrossed in the story as Harold Hardsoven had become cornered by mountain giants and Bernard Burleson was using the echoes in the caves to confuse them to help his friend escape.

"Earth to Dylan, hey aren't you speaking to us?" Jolliet asked, tossing a roll at her.

"Um, yes," Dylan replied. "I'm sorry – I got caught up in the book you lent me. It's hilarious."

"Mary Ellen and I are meeting up in the library to study. Are you coming?" Jolliet asked. Mary Ellen leaned around her to look at Dylan with a questioning lift off her eyebrows.

"Oh, um... I can't... I've – I'm meeting Fred," Dylan replied quietly. She showed Jolliet her note, biting her lip shyly. Jolliet giggled and handed it back. "I think he wants me to go swimming with him. I hope he doesn't mean the lake. Hey, Jolliet, do you think you could help me transfigure my knickers into something like that thing you wear to swim in?"

"Of course I can," she answered, giggling. "But why bother, just go swimming in your knickers. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

Both Dylan and Mary Ellen pushed their shoulders into Jolliet. "Ohhh, you are sooo bad," Mary Ellen admonished her.

~o0o~

Dylan walked as casually as she could down the fifth-floor corridor, looking for the statue of Boris the Bewildered. She wore a simple black dress under her school robes, but it was the skimpy 'swimsuit' Jolliet transfigured from her black knickers and bra that had her nervous. She hadn't really changed them all that much, except to make them waterproof so they wouldn't stretch in the water, and she changed the eyehooks on her bra to one large, single hook. However, her demi 'swim' top and matching string bikini was really skimpy. Nevertheless, they did at least slightly resemble the two-piece swimsuits in Jolliet's Muggle catalogue, just with a touch of lace.

Halfway down the corridor she saw Fred leaning against the wall next to the statue. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," she said.

"No problem," he replied. "So you never answered my note." She cocked her head confusedly and he laughed. "Can you swim?"

"I've never drowned, if that's what you're asking," she replied. "Streams, pools, the ocean occasionally on holiday... I'd really rather not go swimming in the lake though."

He smiled as he pushed away from the wall and led her casually down the corridor. "No, some place I've tried to get you to go with me now – twice," he said, smiling at her confused expression. He stopped at a door and said softly. "Black Raspberry." The door opened, and he ushered her inside and bolted the door behind them.

It was the most beautiful room Dylan had ever seen. A crystal candelabrum hung from the ceiling, illuminating a room of all white marble. The most prominent feature was a swimming pool set into the floor, lined by hundreds of jewel-encrusted faucets, and a long marble bench that that ran along one wall. "This is a... a swimming pool? Inside the castle? How did they...? Are the floors really that thick?" she asked softly, looking up at Fred. Suddenly what he had said hit her. "You have been trying to get me in here? Twice? When? You never mentioned an indoor swimming pool before. I would have remembered that."

"Ever since that first night in my room when you gave me the suggestion of taking a bath with you," Fred said lazily as he began turning taps, filling the pool-sized tub with foamy water and bath oils. He carefully chose all the fruit and woodsy scents. "You remember? Shampoo... bath gel..."

She blushed, remembering what he'd said when she gave him the first four canisters. 'Maybe you'd like to do this in the bath? What do you say? Here or in the bath?' his words echoed in her mind. The prefects' bathroom?

"This is the prefects' bathroom," he said, sweeping his hand, indicating the room. "So, are you up for a swim, little raven?" He walked over to her and pulled Dylan into an embrace. "I assure you we are quite alone."

"But what if we get caught?" Dylan said, looking at the frothy water, wishing that they could enjoy a good long swim.

"Change into your cat – I mean lynx form, and I'll talk our way out of any trouble," he said suggestively in her ear before kissing her. "Besides, Chen gave me the password in exchange for some Fever Fudge, so technically I have permission to come in here." Fred pulled his robe off, wearing little more than his jeans and boots.

He looked different in this light, but then this time she could actually see him. He had strong arms, a firm build to his chest and a flat, rippled stomach. But then he is one of the Gryffindor Beaters. You have to have strong arms, shoulders and legs in order to manage your broom and swing that bat strong enough to knock a Bludger – and I've seen him make some spectacular plays on the Quidditch field.

Dylan shyly removed her robe and folded it carefully, laying it on the bench. She slipped off her shoes and taking a deep breath slipped off her dress, laying it neatly on top of her robe. She suddenly wished that her 'swimsuit' covered more skin. Exhaling slowly, she turned around to see him standing in nothing more than plaid boxer pants, staring back at her. Relax, Dylan, he said a swim... You're just going for a swim... Merlin, he has a great body and nice legs too! She felt utterly self-conscious as she walked over to the swimming pool – tub, and sat down on the edge. The water was warm and silky on her toes. Fred climbed in and pulled her into the water holding her close. Apparently he could touch, although when she tried putting a tentative toe down, she knew immediately that she wouldn't be able to.

They floated a while, swimming the length of the pool and back, Fred keeping up with her with an easy pace. She tried again to touch the bottom and sunk, coming up choking on bubbles and foam. He reached out his hands to keep her up. "Too short?" he teased her. She simply nodded, sputtering as she wiped her face. He laughed as he gently brushed away some of the foam before he pulled her to him and kissed her.

Feeling weightless in the water, Dylan allowed herself to be completely supported by him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her body press against his. The warm silkiness of the bath water made his skin feel slick, and she wiggled in his arms to feel herself slide against him. The smooth luxurious feel of wet soapy flesh on flesh was purely delightful. "Gods, Dylan, you're going to undo me," he moaned, as his hands cupped her hips tightly against him, and she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach through his boxers.

"You just feel so good in the water," she responded innocently, gasping as his fingers played along the edges of her transformed knickers and slipped inside her. "I just wanted to feel you, that's all."

His fingers left her moist folds, and she had a moment of regret that she had said anything as he pulled away slightly from her, and then came back, wrapping his arms around her again. Instantly, she clung to him, wanting to feel his skin against hers. He grabbed her hand, bringing it into the water. "All right, touch me," he said, placing her hand fairly low on his stomach. She gently caressed him, her fingers tracing out the ridges of his stomach, up his chest and he laughed deep in his throat. "No, like this," he suggested, bringing one hand lower, making her fingers brush against his erect cock. "Go ahead, it won't hurt you," he teased, guiding her fingers.

His penis was silky, the texture so different than what she expected, and she said so. He closed his eyes as she stroked the length, marveling at how nice his hard cock felt to touch, and noticed how he reacted. She rolled her fingers along the underside and pulled gently, sliding down and back, watching the expression of extreme pleasure on his face. "You like this?" she asked, and he groaned in affirmative before leaning her against the marble side of the pool size tub, pinning her.

"Merlin, girl! Yes, I like that," he stated, his mouth covering hers in a demanding kiss. She gave into his kisses with abandon, one of her hands sliding up his back, the other continuing to stroke him. Somehow, still pressed against the wall, he managed to remove her transformed bra, tossing it out of the water, and slid his hand into her knickers, sliding them down her bottom and off her legs.

His fingers found her sensitive nub, expertly rubbing on it, sending intense waves to shoot through her lower body, making her knees weak. Dylan's thoughts erased into nothing but the sensations he was causing in her as she stroked him, luxuriously enjoying sliding her hands on his penis while they kissed. Slowly, her breath hitched, the growing intensity in her core grew and began to ripple through her, and Fred held her firmly until they passed. She desperately wanted him to slide his penis in her, but felt unsure if she should ask.

As if reading her thoughts Fred finally stopped kissing her. "Wrap your legs around me," he urged her.

His cock teased at her opening as Dylan allowed him to help pull her legs up and around his slim waist, and in the soapy water he easily slid inside her. His entry made her breath catch and Dylan tried to lean into him, squeezing her bottom muscles against his thrusts, enjoying the feel of him filling her. "Oh, good gods, Dylan, you are so tight," he moaned.

She started to say, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." but he interjected with a slight, throaty chuckle, saying, "I mean that you feel good," as she continued uninterrupted, simultaneously stating, "It's just that you feel so good."

"I am so glad that you think so," he said and carried her to the steps. He set her down, lifting one of her legs to his shoulder and leaned into her, thrusting in and out of her slowly. One hand moved between them and his fingers began to fondle her, sending shocks in waves through her core. Dylan moaned, leaning back, giving into the sensation. "That's it, Dylan, come for me," he said softly, his voice thick and strained.

"I like this too much," she said, feelings like ripples intensifying into rolling waves were building within her again. "Oh, please..."

"Please what?" he asked. "Tell me."

Dylan was breathing hard, mentally lost in the feelings he was giving her. She had no idea what she wanted, only that she didn't want him to stop. If I suggest again... "Oh!" He'll stop – Circe... "Harder," she groaned. He pushed into her, his thrusting becoming more urgent, forceful, and his fingers still rubbed against that sensitive nub he'd introduced her to. She began to groan in small feeble pleadings, that became breathy, incoherent words, as the built up sensation seemed to consume her in spasms. Her release felt like she would melt into the water around her. She cried out his name, grabbing for him, trying pull him into her, his name echoing around the room in her voice, and she heard him say her name in a fierce growl.

He fell forward, the weight of his body supported over hers by his arms on either side of her. Her heart was pounding, her breathing heavy, and she felt lightheaded. Water dripped from his hair, landing on her cheek, and his breathing was as labored as hers. "Are you all right?" she asked tentatively.

His grin was smug, satisfied and wicked. "Oh, I am great," he said. "You – how are you?"

"I'll let you know was soon as I catch my breath," she said, watching his lips widen into a smile. "Right now I'm so... limp – weak... I think I would drown."

He shook his head, sending several water droplets to fall on her face. "I won't let you drown." He sat down on the steps and pulled her into his lap. Dylan rested her head on his shoulder as he held her.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she said at last.

"I'm glad you finally decided to come," he replied. Dylan closed her eyes, listening to him breathe, feeling content to lounge there in his arms. They sat that way for a while, and Fred began drawing lazy circles on her skin, making her feel all squirmy and occasionally ticklish.

"I should get you dressed and back to your dorm before you fall asleep," he stated, disturbing her blissful serenity.

"Not yet," she said dreamily, turning to face him. She tentatively leaned down and brushed her lips to his and became bolder when he kissed her back. She shifted in his lap, making him laugh at her. "If we stay too long, we'll shrivel up like prunes."

Sighing, she gingerly climbed out of his lap and exited the pool, drying off with one of the luxurious towels. Fred Summoned their 'swim' clothes from the pool and dried them, handing her her 'bikini' to put back on. As Dylan wrapped a towel around her and began drying her hair, he turned her to face him. "Dylan, there is something I need to do. It will feel odd..." he said and waved his wand, performing a softly mumbled spell on her. She looked at him quizzically. "Contraception Charm, you know, to remove my... come."

She blushed. "That wasn't taught in class. How did you... Where?" she asked, quickly pulling on her undergarments and dress.

"All boys are taught this one by the house prefects." He laughed at her when she looked at him, confounded. "Don't worry, I – we guys know how to do this spell very well."

After Dylan pulled on her robes and began to run her fingers through her hair, she heard someone try to open the latch on the bathroom door. Dylan froze, looking around for a place to hide, her eyes sweeping the room. Fred pulled her into an embrace, "Relax, they cannot get in unless..." He was cut off as the latch unlocked.

Author's Note:

Okay... When I mentally picture Fred and George I see James and Oliver Phelps: tall, lean and 6 foot... not exactly canon as being on the shorter, stockier side of the family genetics like their second older brother Charlie... sorry.

According to HP Lexicon:

The witch in the painting surrounded by green flames is Ignatia Wildsmith (1227 – 1320), famous for inventing Floo Powder and appears on a Chocolate Frog card. Wildsmith was the "Wizard of the Month" on JKR's website for December 2004.

Almerick Sawbridge (1602 - 1699), famous for conquering the river troll that was terrorizing crossers of the Wye River.

An Aethonon is a breed of winged horse, chestnut in color, which lives mainly in Britain.

Much thanks need to be given to Luminere and Music5, for reading my first drafts and Juliannanight, Charmed3 and Notsosaintly for giving this chapter a thorough clean up and making it presentable. I appreciate the time and extra effort very much.