House: Ravenclaw
Year: Pre-Hogwarts (Stand-in for Thispiper, Year 6)
Category: Drabble
Prompt(s): "No, no… keep going… I want to see where this ends up."
WC: 291
Notes: Canon compliant, but possibly AU to some readers.
Harry walks into his shared bedroom with a bagel hanging from his mouth and a glass of milk in his hand. Though he wouldn't have been surprised to see Ron gangling about in his dresser trying to find something half-way decent to wear with Hermione roaming Grimmauld Place too, he is a bit taken back when the twins are rummaging his sock drawer. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," George says.
"No," Fred says.
They exchange awkward glares and nervous grins before changing their answers promptly, and enthusiastically.
"No," George declares.
"Yes," Fred declares.
Harry leans backwards into the hall in search of Ron. Though he can't be seen, his voice is booming from below. Something is said about how Hermione shouldn't have just assumed the bathroom wasn't occupied on her floor. But that floor houses all of the ladies, supposedly, and she hadn't exactly thought that a boy would be in their loo. The argument doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Harry slides back in the bedroom and closes the door.
Fred scoots sideways with precision, but stops halfway to the door, trying to be sly and invisible despite already being caught in the act. This gives Harry a laugh as he swallows his bagel. "No, no… keep going… I want to see where this ends up."
"Do you really?" the twins gasp together, genuinely pleased by Harry's approval in their meddling. He reminds them, "I'm a bit invested, aren't I?"
"That you are mate," they snicker in unison, recounting the funds that Harry had put into their business. It would be poor practice for Harry to kick them out at this point. He'd be losing money on it, wouldn't he?
"So," he settles, chugging half his glass of milk before continuing his thought. "Tell me what it is you've stuffed in there."