A/N: So, here's the next chapter. Sorry no overly naughty stuff yet, the twins wanted to talk shakes fist at them while they laugh at the poor authoress and tease poor Draco. So the only warning for this chapter is some UST at the end. This plot bunny is torturing me, so it'll probably be finished tonight, although it may not get posted until Monday or so (I'll be cleaning and painting my new house..go me!) So, without further ado...

Like Brothers, Chapter Two

Draco tore the envelope open with trembling fingers, forgetting his normal routine of casting a dark detection charm on it, being too interested in th e contents. He was hardly surprised when he felt the tell-tale tug of a portkey behind his navel. He merely raised an eyebrow when he looked around, noting that he was right inside of the twins’ shop door, when he heard a slightly teasing voice.

“Oy, Gred…Malfoy got our note!”

“If I were him, Feorge, I would move soon.”

Draco got the message, and stepped forward just as a pink spell shot across the area he had been standing.

“What was that?!” Draco asked, bordering on shrill, and realizing it, cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders in a vain attempt to stand as tall as possible next to the twins, who were now standing on either side of him. Each redhead grabbed and arm and proceeded to lead him towards the stock room which was blocked off by a violently purple curtain.

“Loiterer deterrent. We haven’t exactly come up with a good name, as it’s still experimental. If you hadn’t moved, your hair would no long be such a pretty blonde, you’d be a redhead.” George, who Draco figured out was on his left, explained serenely. Ron had explained the George was the calmer of the twins, more likely to think things out, and was generally the researcher behind their spells and tricks. Whereas Fred, who was on Draco’s right, was the more impulsive of the two; the one who carried out the pranks and made more rash decisions.

“I’m sorry, no help here. I’m not all that creative.” Draco replied, noticing that George was patiently waiting for a reply. They had walked through the stock room, which was chock full of purple boxes similar to the one he had left sitting on his bed, and had arrived at a narrow flight of stairs. Fred started up first, his long stride allowing him to take the steps two at a time. George grinned and gestured up the stairs, allowing Draco to climb up first. Draco raised one eyebrow in question and followed Fred, hearing George casting locking and privacy charms behind them, then following, also taking the stairs in doubles.

When they reached the top of the flight, Fred waved his wand at the door and opened it, and the three entered the living area of a small flat. Draco made his best attempt at not grimacing at the huge mess the two young redheads seemed to live in. He did notice that it didn’t strike him as odd, the mess, but seemed to fit. Fred and George, or Gred and Feorge, as they often referred to themselves and each other, each fell into a broken-down recliner and both gestured, with opposite arms, to an equally disheveled settee across the room that appeared to be the resting place for all of the twins’ laundry. Draco attempted to not shudder as he pushed some of the magenta robes enough to the side to make himself comfortable, and noted happily that they were indeed laundered and smelled clean.

The three stared at each other in a tense silence for a few minutes before Draco cleared his throat nervously and attempted to segue into a conversation.

“Nice flat you have here…” Draco let the sentence trail off, hoping one of the redheads that were now leering at him would pick it up. Draco sighed in relief when Fred answered,

“We like it well enough. We’re pigs, though, or so our mum tells us.”

“Constantly pestering us about picking up after ourselves.”

“We’re debating a house-elf.”

“But Hermione would have our bollocks for breakfast were she to find out.”

“And she will find out.”

“Because she always finds out things.”

“Smart witch, that one.”

“Smartest of her generation.”

“Smart enough to let us know…”

“..that we might hear from a certain…”

“…blonde haired fellow…”

“…that seems to be interested in…”

“…our baby brother.” The two finished at the same time. Draco was dizzy, he had a hard time keeping up with their verbal tennis match. He had been raised to keep his mouth shut and his ears open, and to only speak when spoken directly to. He was used to one person speaking eloquently and clearly at a time, and the twins constant verbal sparring made his head hurt. He responded to the only part of the conversation he had caught clearly.

“Hermione told you I’d contact you?”

Fred and George grinned at each other at his question. They had received a short missive from Hermione shortly before Zeus had made his appearance in their shop with Draco’s request. They had long since figured out that ickle Ronnie-kins favored the rougher sex, even if it took him long enough to figure it out for himself. Hermione had admonished them to be friendly to their brother’s new boyfriend, even if he was a bit prickly at times.

“Indeed she did, young Malfoy.” George replied in his most pompous tone, bowing as well as he could from his sitting position. Draco grimaced and replied,

“Please call me Draco, or Drake if you’d like, it’s what my, erm, friends call me.”

“Alright, Drake. We found your note rather interesting, even if it was on the vague side…” Fred started.

“You said you had some questions for us.” George continued.

“So fire away, what do you want to know?” Fred finished as he conjured a dented up brass tea-set that looked as if it had seen better days and waved his wand over it, setting the tea to boil.

Draco leaned back into the settee, which he was glad to discover was quite comfortable despite it’s shabby appearance, to decide what he should ask the twins about first. He had uncharacteristically written the request in a fit of spontaneous curiosity after Hermione’s comment, and hadn’t had time to plan out his end of the conversation. The twins acceptance of his company had caught him completely off guard. Draco cleared his throat again before stating his first question in as casual a voice as he could manage.

“Hermione mentioned your family, earlier. When I voiced concerns about Ronald and I making our, ahem, relationship public. She said they were very accepting, and that I should ask you two if I wanted any elaboration…” Draco drifted off, having the distinct feeling he was rambling. The twins’ expressions hadn’t changed. Fred maintained a look of mild amusement and George had an expression of amused interest. They both appeared to be holding in chuckles, and Draco appreciated their efforts at taking him seriously.

“Drake, our young friend…” Fred started, beginning yet another verbal tennis match. Draco got the impression they did this on purpose, attempting to confuse their target audience.

“…we don’t quite understand…”

“…why you came…”

“…to us. We have other brothers.”

“Older, and more experienced…”

“…and we’ve hardly been kind…”

“…to you, or to Ron. Which he’ll want…”

“…to be called, by the by.”

“He hates to be called Ronald.” They finished at the same time and looked at each other before bursting into loud laughter. Draco caught himself grinning, and mentally noted to call his new boyfriend by his shortened pseudonym, if he ever managed to get away from his brothers alive. The twins finally composed themselves and turned their attention back to Draco for his answer.

“I don’t exactly know any of them, do I? You two are the closest in age, and the only siblings of his I’ve ever interacted with. You have an older brother, correct? He was head boy my first year. Peter… or, Patrick, perhaps? It began with a P…” Draco trailed off again as the maniacal grins had returned to the twins faces.

“Percy, actually…” George started this time. Draco wondered if they ever carried on a conversation if the other wasn’t present to finish his sentences.

“…right git that one…”

“…came through in the end though…”

“…actually made a funny…”

“…but still a right git most of the time.” George finished alone this time, and noted to himself that their new friend Drake was getting the hang of their verbal sparring. They had agreed when they received the young Malfoy’s request that they would attack him with all of their verbal weapons, to see if he would sink or swim when faced with the prospect of more than one Weasley at once. As much as they loved their baby brother, he was a bit on the dim side when it came to intelligent conversation, unlike the rest of their family.

“Alright, next question. I’ve noticed Hermione disappears on Sunday afternoons, along with Ron and the Boy Wonder. I take it I’m expected to accompany them now?” Draco was curious what to expect. He had noticed after six consecutive weeks of Hermione coming back to the school lethargic on Sunday evening that she went missing every Sunday morning and stayed gone all day. When he questioned his Head Girl on her location, she curtly informed him that she, Harry and Ron always went to the family dinner at the Burrow on Sunday afternoon.

“If you are going to shag our brother…”

“…it’s probably a wise idea…”

“…to show up and…”

“…spend time with our family.” George winked at him this time, so quickly that Draco blinked in surprise. He wasn’t sure if the redhead had actually winked, or if he had imagined it. George gave him a lecherous grin before continuing,

“And if you aren’t shagging our brother yet, you will be soon.”

“Ticking sexual time-bomb, that one.” Fred laughed as he stood and moved to sit next to Draco on the sofa, throwing his arm around the smaller boy’s neck.

“However, thy reputation proceedeth thee. Is our new friend Drake as promiscuous as we are led to believe. If he is, perhaps he is not good enough for our baby brother.”

Draco felt his cheeks go hot at the veiled question, not sure how to answer. Did he tell the truth? He had had several conquests over the years, of both sexes, but none had particularly meant anything to him. They were all about self-satisfaction. His face went even hotter when George levitated the robes next to him into his recliner and plopped down on his other side, resting his hand lightly on Draco’s thigh.

“You can tell us, we promise we won’t get angry, or worse, tell Ron and let him get angry.” George said quietly into his ear, making his breath catch. What were these two up to anyway?

“Well, there’s been quite a few, erm, encounters, but none that meant anything. It was all about getting off, alright?” Draco gave George what he hoped was a hopeful grin and was satisfied to see a slight smile in return. Draco jumped when he felt the arm around his neck move and Fred’s long, agile fingers brush the nape of his neck, lightly combing through the ends of his hair.

“Wh..what are you doing?” Draco asked, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

“Answering all of those unasked questions, Bro. We are a very close family, just as Hermione said. Would you like to find out how close? I promise Ron won’t mind. We can even call him if you’d like…” George whispered into his ear, his voice husky and his breath hot, causing hot need to surge into Draco’s groin.

“No…no, don’t call him. What did you have in mind?”

Gred and Feorge looked at each other over Draco’s head and smiled identical wicked smiles.

A/N: Please leave me a review and let me know what you think. This is my first real attempt at slash, so feedback is always appreciated. I do my best to reply to all reviews.