Authors note: Well this one is turning out to be quite a bit longer than I originally imagine – ah well, lets see where it ends up going :P

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Nude Part 3

"Alright then," Draco said after a lengthy pause, "did you two of you really screw Daphne Greengrass?"

"We did indeed." Fred said glibly.

"Repeatedly." George added.

"And in a verity of interesting positions." Fred finished with a smirk.

Draco glanced down at the sneakoscope and saw that it remain perfectly still.

Well, Daphne is not going to live this one down. Draco thought to himself. Of course it might be worth saving unless I ever want something from her.

"Alright Draco, my turn. Have you ever had your nose so far up Snape's arse that you fell in?" George asked seriously, expression thoughtful, leaning in for the answer.

"Get fucked Weasley." Draco snapped.

"The night is young Draco, the night is young." George said with a grin at his brother. "Anyway, should we take that as a yes or a no?"

"A no." Draco growled.

To Draco's great irritation both twins made a point of staring at the sneakoscope for a full minuet before continuing, holding up a hand for patience when he protested.

"See Draco this is fun, we're learning all kinds of things about each other – because you know, I really thought that you had." Fred said to the fuming Slytherin.

"We certainly told people you had." George said, nodding in agreement with his brother.

Draco took another sip of his drink and ignored them.

"Right my question-" Fred started

"No its mine again." Draco said, interupting him.

"No, you asked the first one, then George asked, so now its me."

"Oh please, you two are basically the same person, and i'm not going to answer two questions for every one that I get to ask." Draco replied scornfully.

"Hmm, just want to check something. You do know that there really are two of us sitting here, right?" Fred said peering at Draco.

"Yeah, there really are Draco – it's not just the firewhiskey making you see two of everything."

"You both know damn well what I mean." Draco told them, glaring at them both.

"Well, he's not very sporting is he George?"

"Well he is a Slytherin Fred, I think 'always try to cheat' is their house motto. But he did very kindly offer to buy us these drinks, so humour the poor boy."

"Oh alright then." Fred said with a theatrical sigh. "Go on Draco, your turn."

With a smug smile at having got his way Draco pondered what to ask, and then remembered something they had said earlier.

"Do you two really bath together?"

Why in the hell did I ask that? Draco wondered, unwilling to admit the image of the two red heads washing each other was still floating around his head.

"Of course, its communal showers for all of us not evevated to the lofty heights of prefect." George grinned at him.

"You know that's not what I meant, do you two really... you know wash each other?" Draco asked, trying to ignore the fact that he was fairly sure he was blushing.

The twins looked at one another, finally Fred shrugged and gave his brother a grin.

"Well, now and again its nice to have someone else to wash your back for you." George said with dirty smile.

"That isn't an answer." Draco protested.

"Hmmm, so you really want to know do you Draco?" Fred asked with a knowing smile. "Alright then, yes. We really do wash each other, as a matter of fact we quite often wash each other all over."

"Of course so bits are dirtier than other so we tend to take a bit longer washing them." George added, grinning at his brother.

"I always thought you were probably a couple of perverts." Draco scoffed, trying even harder to ignore the rush of blood to his privates than he had to his cheeks.

"That's pretty rich coming from someone who's been inside Snape's arse." George said lightly.

"No George, we were wrong about that one – remember?"

George slapped himself on the forehead.

"You're right Fred – just hard to change a long held belief isn't it?"

"It's your question. Get on with it."

"OK then." Fred said, giving Draco a nasty smile. "Are you turned on by the idea of me and George in the shower together Draco? Rubbing each others bodies with soap, touching each others-"

"No I bloody well am not!" Draco shouted

The sneakoscope on the table spun violently into life, crashing into Georges glass.

"Oh! Looks like we have a liar on hands Fred!"

"You know what that means, two drinks for not admitting how sexy you find us!" Fred grinned trumphantly, pouring two large measures into Draco's glass.

"You're sneakoscope is obviously faulty – if it even is a real sneakoscope and not some trick." Draco argued, blushing even more than before.

"Well, if you don't trust the scope there is a much simpler way to check if you're turned on." George said, reaching under the table and grabbing a shocked Draco's aroused crotch, and starting to gently massage.

Torn between outrage and the fact that it really did feel rather good, Draco froze.

"Seems like the scope was working pretty well to me Fred, what do you think?"

Rather than answer, Fred slid his own hand along Draco's thigh to joined his brothers, rubbing softly against the tent in Draco's trousers.

"You're right George – seems like a hardon to me." Fred said in a conversational tone after a moment.

Draco suddenly found his throat was very dry.

"Well Draco, drink up." George said with a wink as he and his brother both took away their hands and sat back in their chairs.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

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