Don't Mess with Me, Weasley

                                    

                                          
George soon noticed Juliet laughing and stood with the door wide open, walking over to inspect what was going on. Fred's face was flushed and slightly shiny from your intense fuck session on the desk, running a hand through his hair and down his face. 
                          
You had jumped down from the desk, pulling at your dress so it sat just above your knees. The fabric at the back had caught in the cocktail of body fluids that trickled down the side, smearing on the wood and staining your dress. Juliet was still laughing wickedly. 
                          
"More has changed in these few years than I thought" she sneered, hand still firmly wrapped around the door handle, the other clamped over her mouth. "The brothers best friend, the one you despised? Really?" she cackled in complete disbelief. George glanced disappointedly between you and Fred, "Could you give us a moment please?" he asked Juliet. 
                          
You could see towards the front of the shop where Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron were still hard at work. The worn down rustic flooring was sparkling, the windows were shining and you could feel the air wafting through the open door was clear of dust and debris. They had done all of the work whereas you were back here getting your back blown out. 
                          
George watched Juliet join the others before quietly shutting the door, he turned towards you and folded his arms. His mouth upturned and pointed his thumbs up in the air, shrugging his shoulders, "Can either of you explain what the fuck you're doing?". He harshly ascentuated the word 'fuck', so much so daggers could've shot right at you. Fred exhaled a short laugh through his nose, "We were just having a bit of fun, Georgie". 
                          
"A bit of fun?" George repeated as he tilted forward, raising his brows waiting for an answer to a question he hadn't asked. The horrific feeling of embarrassment swam down your throat and rumbled in your chest, flicking your gaze between the twins and the floor not knowing where to look. 
                          
He scoffed when neither of you answered, throwing his arms out to the side. "You've humiliated us in front of Juliet, how is she supposed to respect us now?" he said, his sharp gaze shifting from Fred to you. The look in his eyes made you feel paper thin, he looked through you like you were crafted from glass. "I'm sorry" you mumbled, unable to hold his gaze. 
                          
George shook his head, "If you had just..." his mouth scrunched as he clenched his fists. "If I had just what?" you asked, your heart was racing and a boiling rage was bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Fred interrupted your quarrelling to step towards you in a protective stance. 
                          
"It's not her fault, George. I started it, you know how she is. She can't resist us" his tone switched from serious to sly very quickly, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk as he looked at you. "This isn't the time, Fred" you said through gritted teeth, your eyes were still firmly locked with George's. 
                          
"Go on. Finish your sentence", you sneered at George, stepping towards him. The bubbling in your stomach would soon reach boiling point, you felt like you were going to be sick. You were now centimetres away from him, having to crane your neck up to maintain eye contact. 
                          
"If you had just kept your fucking legs closed" he spat, his teeth gritted the same as yours. Before you could even register it, your palm was stinging and George was clutching his cheek. He laughed however your eyes welled up with red hot tears, his laughing fuelled your overwhelming anger. 
                          
"You're so jealous of a girl you've known for two seconds. What? You think we're in a three way relationship or something?" George scorned still cradling his cheek that was developing a clear handprint outline. "Georgie.." Fred said gently, "Come on mate" he went to put a hand on his shoulder. 
                          
However Fred's attempt to halt his poisonous words didn't stop him. George leaned down so your faces were lined up, you had to pull your head away from him to keep some distance. "We fucked you for the first time less than a week ago and you think we're in a relationship. Like we're in love with you?" his voice was cold, angry, like a snake injecting venom.