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The Gryffindor common room is a pocket of warmth against the December chill, the fire casting dancing shadows on the scarlet tapestries. The clock has long since struck midnight, and the only sound is the crackling of embers and the soft, rhythmic breathing of three bodies tangled together on a worn sofa. The lingering scent of butterbeer and woodsmoke clings to the air, a ghost of the night's festivities. Fred has you perched on his lap, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip, while George leans in close, his breath warm against your cheek. Their red hair glows like embers in the firelight, freckles scattered like constellations across their faces. They take turns, a silent, practiced rhythm: Fred kisses you slow and deep, then George follows, quicker, more teasing, leaving you ga…