Fred and George, checking out Jordan's ass. ;)

Jordan POV

The whole day, Fred and George had been acting strange.
Thankfully George was able to walk again. With crutches, but walk nonetheless. I had had a stressful day, but somehow, the necklace and the bracelet calmed me down. 

I felt like someone was watching me throughout the day, and when I looked back, there was always the same Durmstrang student, or maybe I was just imagining things.
When lessons were finally over, I threw my bag into one corner of the room and let myself fall on the bed. What an energy straining day!
I just wanted to curl up and sleep, until Fred and George entered the room. 

"Hey, Jordan baby, you got some energy for us left?" One of them asked and I nodded, tired. I propped myself up. Fred was fidgeting with his fingers, until I noticed something shiny on his left hand.
There was the same glint on Georges hand that was trying to stop Fred's from playing with each other. 

"Jordan, we need to tell you something." 

Okay, now it was over. Was it my fault? I mean they had done this for what? Years now trying to get me to love them, and I? I couldn't even hold hands with them.

I was such a disappointment. 

"Jordan, stop that way of thinking. We are not, I repeat, NOT going to stop courting you. We understand that you can't touch us, for personal reasons, and we will be there for you when you are ready. Now calm down, please. Should I get you some warm chocolate, would that help?"

Oh, I must have thought out loud.
I shook my head, now that they told be they wouldn't, I believed them. I saw George get out a pair of gloves while Fred looked me deep into the eyes. 

"Jordan, I am sure you noticed our rings." Fred started, sighing. I nodded, putting my head askew.
"We are wearing the same, for one particular reason. We want to be one unit with you. And we also have one ring for you, in hope that we could signal to anyone that you are ours. We understand if you don't want to wear a ring, other to notice it, but we won't pressure you into wearing it. But will you accept this ring?" Fred asked, and they went on their knees, and Fred opened a black box, with a gorgeous ring inside. 

It were actually to rings intertwined: A rose one and a silver one. I slowly grabbed for it, pulling it out of the box.
"Jordan, would you give me the honour of putting it on your fragile finger?" George asked, taking my hand into his clothed one. He had put on the gloves, to make sure there was no skin contact between us.
I nodded, giving him the ring and stretching out the fingers on my left hand, and I felt the cold metal against my skin, giving me a feeling of connection to the two perfect individuals opposite to me. 

I felt that they really wanted me, that they were never as serious as about this relationship, and that they were ready to go to the moon and beyond for me. And I cried, happy tears of course. 

I just felt so loved, I never wanted this to end. 

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