Harry Potter was dragging his feet by the time he reached the Gryffindor Tower. After all his classes, Quidditch practice, and detention with Snape he was wiped out and wanted nothing more than to collapse in his four poster bed. The password was mumbled at the portrait of the Fat Lady and the door to the common room opened.
The second the poor boy stumbled in, two redheads that looked like carbon copies of each other accosted him. Fred and George Weasley, one on either side of the Boy-Who-Lived, draped their arms over him; one over his shoulder, the other around his waist.
"We've been waiting for you, Harry-" Fred, or was it George, started.
"Where've you been?" the other finished.
"Everywhere. I'm just gonna head to the dorm room and pass out," Harry extricated himself from their grip.
"But Hare-Bear, we need to talk to you," Gred, or Forge (Harry sighed, he really needed to learn to tell them apart if only for his sanity's sake) whined.
"Make it quick?" Harry requested.
"Well, we've been waiting forever for you to notice us," Thing One, as Harry dubbed him, said.
"You've got my attention now," Harry said, confusion etched on his tired and drawn face.
"Do we?" Thing Two asked, a look of hope in his eyes.
"Erm… yeah?" Harry's foggy brain was not helping in this conversation.
"Well, then why don't you walk with us to one of the passage ways so we can… explore?" Thing One suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
Harry looked between the two twins, a frown furrowing his brow. He noticed the odd light in their eyes. He knew he should be able to place it, but for the life of him he couldn't. Mentally shrugging, he let the duo lead him back out of the common room.
As his foot touched the stone floor of the hallway a light bulb went off over his head. Harry stopped in his tracks, a look of disbelief on his face.
"No way," he shook his head.
"Why not? Harry, we're sexy beasts," Thing Two went so far as to wink at him.
"You're brothers," Harry stated, as if that was the only reason needed.
"But we look alike," Thing One replied.
"Because you're brothers. You know, same blood… same genetics?" By this time, Harry was starting to walk away from the two of them. He didn't go back towards the common room because he knew they could easily corner him there. Harry could only hope that they would run into a teacher and get detention… he really must be desperate if he was hoping for a detention.
"You wouldn't be able to go back, Hare-Bear, once you had us," one of them, he wasn't even sure if it was Thing One or Thing Two, said, following him.
"Not interested, thanks." Harry didn't turn back.
"Yes you are, you just don't want to come out of the closet. It's okay; we won't tell anyone until you're ready."
"I'm not in any closet."
"Sure you are. It's okay, we understand. We were in the closet for a long time."
This has got to be at least seven kinds of wrong, Harry thought, picking up his pace.
"Come on, Hare-Bear," one of them caught up to him to give him a puppy dog face.
Harry stopped in his tracks, flustered and frustrated, and looked at the pair.
"You have got to be kidding me! Have neither of you heard the word 'incest'?"
"Sure! Who hasn't?" One grinned.
"Spice is nice, but incest is best!" The other finished.
"No. No, no, no." Harry ran away from the two, muttering the phrase over and over again, his right eye twitching.
The two Weasleys watched Harry run until he was out of sight, and then turned to each other, identical evil smiles on identical faces.
"I'd say our job here is done, Gred," the one on the right said.
"I believe you're right. A prank well played, I think, Forge," his brother said.