Author: Sickofseconds

Rating: Technically, it's only about PG-14, depending on who you are

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. But if I did… Well, let me tell you, Harry Potter would never be the same…

Summary: Harry hears some odd giggling during the night. And it's not Ron, or him, for that matter.

Pairing(s): Harry/Ron, Fred/ George

WARNING: This story contains slash. If you are opposed to it in any way, I would suggest not reading it. Really.

Giggling. I hear giggling, as I lay in Ron's bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering why I'm not asleep. Except I know why I'm not asleep. Because I'm lying in Ron's bed. With Ron. Ron, who is sleeping. Right next to me.

Maybe it's because someone's sharing a bed with him, and he's doing it (or in this cause, not doing it) subconsciously, but for whatever reason, Ron's not snoring. He just sleeps quietly, for the most part, with the occasional shuffling of his feet in the blankets, and he lets out breathy little sighs every now and then. Maybe that's a new form of snoring, I don't know. But even though Ron is comfortable, warm, and quiet, I can't get to sleep.

Maybe it's too quiet, but now, I don't think I'll ever get to sleep.

Which brings us back to the giggling.

It's not me, and one glance at Ron, who has recently decreased the already small space between us, tells me it's not him either. So it has to be Fred and George, in the other bed somewhere to my right.

We wouldn't be sharing a room – I wouldn't be sharing a bed – if not for the fact that the house is full up, and all the cots are being used already. That and the fact that Mrs. Weasley asked if I wouldn't mind sharing, Ron was already okay with it, and I would feel bad if I said no. And Fred and George would be – are now – sharing a room with us.

So here I am, and there they are, and frankly, I'm not so sure those are 'plotting new products' giggles. Especially because one; the twins don't normally giggle, and two; those are not the giggles of two, but rather, the giggles of one. One. And there are two of them. In the one bed. I stare at the ceiling and try not to think.

"Fred!" A hushed squeal. Now they squeal? Oh, god, I wish I knew a curse to make myself deaf right now.

"S-stop! You'll wake them up!" one of the twins giggles out. There is a pause of quiet, during which time I try to match my breathing pattern with Ron's.

After another minute, one of the twins chuckles, instead of giggles, thank god. "Aw, look… Ickle Wonnie and his Hawwy are bweathing together." The other twin snickers. In Ron's bed, I feel my face go red.

There is another pause and then a rustle of blankets, and then the giggles start again. This time, there are two sets, identical and in sync. And I wish I was deaf again, for the images my mind is putting together with those sounds.

But it can't be, because they're brothers. They're twins. And, come one, Harry, they're Weasleys! This last thought to myself calms me a bit, and my body relaxes a little. What was I thinking? Until…

"Fred…" Obviously George, because why would Fred say his own name? And a whimper. Oh god.

The twins rustle their blankets again, and I think I hear a moan. Oh god. More rustling.

"F-Fred!" Another squeal. Oh god.

My lower body is a traitor! A bloody traitor! And Ron is breathing in my ear (when did he get so close?), and it is not helping.

"George…" A purr. Oh GOD.

Another giggle, and then a little sigh, and a quiet pause. Oh, god. I feel like my body is on fire, and it takes all I have to keep from whimpering. But then…

"Mmm… Lurv you…"

"Huh? Hey! You prat, don't go to sleep!"

"C'n hel' it… Nigh' Fre'…" George slurs out.

Fred sighs, but chuckles. "Fine, be that way. Good night."

"Lurv ya?"

"Yes, 'lurv' you too."

"Mmm… G'night Fred."

"Good night."

………. What? That's it? One of them falls asleep and I'm left here with an aching cock? That's not fair at all. Especially since I can't move without waking up Ron or seeming suspicious to the still awake twin. But I can't sit here, either.

I slide out of bed, and Ron groans, rolling over. I have to pass the twins' bed to get to the door, and I can swear that in the faint light from the window, that I see one the twins looking at me. Grinning at me.

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Okay, how was that? This is my first fic, so I would appreciate some feedback.

Heehee... I leave you here. What happens next? What were Fred and George doing? One may never know... Or will they? I'll try to update soon!