Warnings: Twincest, slight angst, threesome.
Disclaimer: Don't own…. Never will
A/N: I wrote this for Fred and George's birthday, and sadly have gotten stuck on my smut scene… for many a month. So if any of you would like to help out with that I would be forever grateful, because I really don't wish to leave the story as it is right now… There isn't enough resolution at the end or enough fluff for me. So if you would like to help me out let me know in a review! Thanks so much!
April 1st, 1999
Fred and George Weasley, who were famous among their peers for their love of pranks, were not, as you might expect, planning some huge prank in honor of April Fools Day. Rather, they were planning their twenty-first birthday party. As they lay in bed, planning together, George thought it time to bring up something that had been bothering him for quite a while.
"Fred," he questioned, quietly.
"Hmm, love," his brother and lover returned, slightly distracted with their plans for the evening.
"Fred, can you put that away for a minute? I really need to talk to you about something," George requested, with a slightly pleading tone in his voice.
"Of course, love. What is it?" Fred said, setting aside his papers, and looking over at his lover.
"Well… you know I love you right?" The slightly shorter redhead asked, wondering if this was such a good idea anymore.
Fred smiled outright, and pulled his brother into his lap, "Of course I know, my sweet. But that isn't what you wanted to talk about, now is it?"
George hesitated, then turned his head into his brother's shoulder and mumbled, "I love you, I really, really do, but lately I've felt like something is missing, not only from our bed, but our lives."
Fred smiled at his lovers absolutely adorable behavior before replying, "I know, love. I've felt the same. Now, I know I've thought about who that missing person is, but have you?"
George lifted his head and grinned at his brother, glad that he had understood and wasn't angry with him.
In unison they said, "Harry."
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Harry stood nervously, in front of his bathroom mirror, checking his appearance again and again. He was headed to the Burrow for Fred and George's twenty-first birthday party, and he wanted to look just right. He had realized, gradually over the past year, that his schoolboy crush on the two gorgeous redheads had turned into something more. Something much more. Between working at their shop, and frequent visits to the Burrow, he had come to know his best friend's older brothers as more than just that. They had developed a close friendship, but it was always more for Harry.
He knew there was no reason fro him to care about what he looked like now anyway. Harry knew that the two were together and that they were in love. You couldn't miss it when you walked in on them at least once a week trying to suck each other's faces off. The two Harry loved had each other and he knew good and well that he didn't fit into that equation anywhere.
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It was loud. That was Harry's first impression as he walked into the Burrow. The room was packed with Hogwart's graduates. Most Harry knew by face, but had never really talked to as they were almost all older that him.
He spotted Fred and George across the room, cuddled up on the couch together, talking to old friends. Almost everyone knew of their relationship, but really couldn't be arsed to care. It wasn't an unusual occurrence in the wizarding world for twins to be drawn to each other. Their magic and souls complimented each other; many considered them the perfect soul mates. If one believed in such things, that is.
Harry didn't wish to disturb the two, but when they began to wave him over Harry didn't resist and walked carefully through the crowd of people to where the two were sitting.
"Happy birthday, you two," he said, tossing them each a gift. He had gotten them both a new set of dueling robes. Though the war was over, they would still come in handy.
They grinned and said together, "Thank you, Harry."
Harry laughed half-heartedly at their antics, seeing them together was just too painful.
"Well I'm off to find a drink, does anyone else want one?" He asked, thinking that some alcohol might do him some good right now.
Though he was underage, Molly and Arthur had decide to clear out for the night and leave the house to the kids, so Harry knew there would be no one to tell him he shouldn't be drinking. He also knew that if the got too sloshed to apparate home he was always welcome to stay in one of the many, now empty, bedrooms at the Burrow.
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The party had been a smashing success. Everyone had enjoyed their evening of drinking, dancing, and catching up. Well, everyone except Harry, that is. After having gotten his first drink and returning to the twin's side he had been pulled down onto the couch with them and they had refused to let him go. He'd sat through a night of unmitigated torture with only the alcohol to numb the situation, as his hearts desire was dangled teasingly in front of him.
As a result of Fred and George's constant presence, he was the last to leave, or rather i attempt /i to leave. As he made his way, tipsily, to the door, Fred intercepted him, standing in his path to the door. Looking over his shoulder he realized George was preventing him from turning around.
"What?" He asked rather testily, he was upset and angry and just wanted to go home.
Fred put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, "You are far too drunk to apparate home. Why don't you come back to the flat with us?"
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Harry had tried to resist, he really had. But he realized as he walked into the twins flat, that he hadn't wanted to resist them, he wanted to spend more time with them, even if it did end up hurting him more. As they led him to the couch, he reveled in their hands on his arms.
A/N: I'm sorry to leave you all hanging like this, but I'm going to work my hardest to get a second chapter containing the smut scene and confessions out… Please R&R