(A/N): All of you are so nice! Like I can't even begin to explain the way I grin each time I read one of your reviews! THANK YOU.

I know I promised a longer chapter than this last time, but this is where it felt natural to stop. I'm sorry if I've disappointed any of you : (

For anyone who is interested in Glee, well okay, Klaine, I've posted a new Vampire!Klaine story. In that one the vampires will be slightly different from the ones in here. If your interested you should check it out : )

Rating: M

Warnings: M/M, mentions of abusive Dursleys, AU

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters and geniusness belong to J.K.R not me.


Bloody Brilliant!

Chapter 7

"Shhh! You'll wake him up!" a familiar voice snapped.

"You shhh!" the same voice argued back.

Harry quickly sat up and opened his eyes only to hiss in pain and close them again. He heard a few gasps and managed to blink his eyes open. Two pairs of identical startled blue eyes stared back at him. The sight of freckles and red hair made him grin.

"Fred, George?"

"Harry!" they both called out at the same time, jumping on the bed and tackling the shorter teen.

Harry cried out in surprise, but soon couldn't stop his giggles as the redheads launched a tickle attack against him. "Cut it out! Its not fair! There's only one of me but two of you!" He called out in between gasps of air.

"Aww, Harry doesn't like…" Fred began, smirking towards his twin.

"To be tickled?" George finished, trying to give an innocent look, but Harry scoffed and shoved against his chest, not buying one second of it.

"What are you two doing here, anyways?" Harry asked, running his hands down his face as he tried to wake up a bit more. The closest twin to him laughed, while the other snorted.

"Blaise is making us retake our seventh year this year too." George groaned.

"Says 'not practical to be without a full education' and all." Fred replied, trying to imitate Blaise's voice, causing Harry to go into another round of giggles.

"That still doesn't explain why you are at Malfoy Manor though." Harry pointed out after his second round of giggles had tapered off.

"Lucius and Draco invited Blaise here since it was closer than Italy was." George explained, standing up and looking around the room.

"We're going to be here until the new term starts." Fred said, laying in the bed and looking up at Harry as he spoke.

"What about your joke shop?" Harry asked, pulling the blankets higher up on his chest. "You never did write me back about that."

"Blaise hired someone to look after it until we can…" George began, pulling a few books from the shelf on the other wall.

"Which means its another vampire since we won't be able to go back for a long while." Fred continued.

Harry frowned but nodded in understanding. He knew the twins loved their shop, but they weren't complaining about the fact they had to stay away from it at the moment. "Have you talked to your mum?" He asked, trying to change the subject. Both grinned at him at the same time, making him feel slightly nervous. Weasley twin grins weren't good for your health.

"Absolutely loves Blaise, that woman does." George said with a shake of his head.

"Never shuts up about how charming and well mannered he is, does she?" Fred replied in disdain.

Harry smiled as he imagined the redheaded woman mothering the tall dark skinned vampire. "Does Ron treat you two…differently?" Harry asked, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on top of them, wrapping his arms around his legs.

The twins shared a knowing look before they began to speak again. "Harry, Ron tries to understand he just…" George trailed off, looking at his twin for help.

"He doesn't know how to accept change very well." Fred finished for George, frowning when Harry only nodded in return.

"Did he do something, Harry?" George asked in concern, knowing exactly what kind of mean things his brother could say about vampires since half of them were aimed at him and Fred themselves.

"Yes, well no, not really." Harry began, sighing and closing his eyes. "We were eating ice cream, and I had gotten bloody berry, he just seemed freaked out, and he was really quiet all day."

The twins shared another look before Fred spoke up again. "He'll come around Harry, he has to."

"You are his best friend after all, been through everything together." George added.

"I suppose.." Harry said thoughtfully, completely surprised when the blankets were ripped from him. "Hey!"

"Boxers! See Fred!" George cried out, pointing to Harry's light blue boxer shorts.

"Damn it." Fred muttered, pulling a galleon from his pocket to press into his brothers hand.

"You were taking a bet on my boxers?" Harry asked, his jaw dropping before he jumped out of bed. He quickly took a pair of pajama pants from his dresser and pulled them on, giving the other two a dark scowl.

"Actually Fred thought you would be wearing boxer briefs. Which I told him wasn't even possible." George said, grinning back at his twin. Fred just rolled his eyes, watching as Harry tugged a shirt over his head.

"Why on earth would you make a bet about my underwear?" Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

"Well someone had to know what the savior wore besides his Sire." Fred began, grinning at Harry with a mischievous glint reflected in his eyes.

"What does the famous prince wear, Harry?" George asked, smirking when the shorter fledgling flushed a bright pink.

"How am I supposed to know?" Harry snapped, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Knowing that pervert he probably goes commando." He said with a small snort.

"Blaise does." Both redheads said at the same time causing Harry to double over in laughter.

Once Harry could breathe again something clicked together in his head. "Wait, how would you even know?" Harry asked with a horrified expression etched on his face.

Fred and George gave him a weird look. "You've got to be kidding me, Harry!" Fred exclaimed after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"You and Draco haven' done anything?" George asked in awe.

"No!" Harry snapped, looking at them with a confused expression. "Why would I?" He asked stubbornly.

"I get it now, he's a virgin." Fred stated, grinning when Harry hopped up with a huff.

"So! It doesn't matter!" Harry exclaimed.

"But how do you, you know, get rid of your problem?" George asked with a raised brow.

"I can't believe you are still going on about this! I deal with like every other guy!" Harry said heatedly.

"The shower?" Fred asked, tilting his head to the side.

"With Draco, right?" George added in.

"No! by myself, oh my god, I'm not talking about this anymore!" Harry said, slipping on his slippers before walking out of the room, grimacing when he heard the two walk after him.

"I can't believe you haven't done anything with him, Harry." Fred said with a sigh.

"No kidding, Draco is-" George was cut off when Harry stopped in front of them, turning to them with a glare.

"Drop it." Harry hissed, his emerald eyes shining angrily. Satisfied when both twins raised their hands in defeat he sighed and rubbed his face.

"Sorry Harry…" Fred began, patting the teen's shoulder.

"Let us make it up to you." George finished, taking Harry's arm and pulling him down the opposite end of the hallway.

Harry really should of known better than to let the twins lead him off somewhere, but he couldn't help the curiosity that gnawed at the back of his mind. When they reached a spiral stair case that led down to room that showed off various glass figurines he got confused. "Um, what exactly are you doing?" He asked as Fred pulled out his wand.

"Making it up to you!" George said happily, pulling out his own wand.

Harry gave them a confused look and was about ask what on earth they had taken that morning when Fred waved his wand. Creaking and snapping could be heard coming from the staircase so he turned quickly to watch as the steps flattened out in one smooth pathway all the way to bottom. He looked back towards the twins again, curiosity overriding the warning bells sounding in his head.

George pulled out a few scraps of paper and tapped the end of his wand to them as he muttered a spell. Soon enough the slips of paper were transfigured into three rolling seats with handle bars on the side. The twins sat down on the purple and green one, leaving the bright pink for Harry.

"What are you waiting for, Harry?" Fred asked with a grin.

"You get to go first!" George said excitedly.

Harry scowled at his pink seat but slowly walked over to sit on it, grabbing the little handles on the side. "I don't know about this, there are a lot of breakable things down there." He commented even though he really wanted to do what the twins wanted him to.

"Geeze Harry, still no faith in us after all these years?" Fred asked, placing his hand over his heart dramatically causing Harry to roll his eyes.

"The seats are charmed to stop at the end of the stair case so we don't have to worry." George reassured Harry.

Harry grinned and nodded, using his feet to scoot him to the edge of the staircase. He kicked off, crossing his legs quickly as he began to roll down the spiral stairs. He supposed the seats were also charmed to roll faster and swerve at certain times because he was having way to much fun on his way down.

He laughed when the seat finally halted at the end of the staircase, his hair windswept and his cheeks pink from laughter. He noticed he had to hold on to the little handles since the charm only stopped the seat, not him from flying into the room. He turned around in his chair slightly to call out to the other two but what met him were two red blurs that crashed into him.

It was like everything was in slow motion as he was knocked into the air. He saw the expensive looking figurines and all the other breakable things in the room that were placed in a circle. He also saw what he was going to crash into but he knew he couldn't stop himself. He heard the twins call out for him, but no magic saved him from crashing into the tall pedestal that held an ornate looking glass swan on top.

The twins didn't cast anything once Harry landed, causing all the other pedestals to react like a domino effect as they crashed into each other. He heard all kinds of things falling and shattering on the marble floors as he felt something sharp stab him in the back. Whimpering once everything seemed to go at a normal pace again, he tried to sit up but whatever was in his back was too painful.

Then they came. All of them. Blaise grabbed onto an ear on each of the twins, causing them to howl in pain and Draco rushed through the glass to get to Harry. Harry looked up at Draco pleadingly, wishing he could tell him he hadn't meant to and it wasn't the twins fault. Draco looked into his eyes for a moment before pulling his wand out and saying a string of Latin. The pain numbed to a dull throb and he looked up at Draco again thankfully, his face falling when he saw the look reflected in the silver-grey eyes.

He never thought anything could ever make him want Voldemort back, but the look Draco was giving him at the moment clearly made him wish he was facing down the dark lord instead of being on the receiving of whatever the blond was going to give.


MasterOfGrey: Oh my goodness. Thank you so much for pointing that out! I've fixed that mistake now. Thank you again! :)


(A/N): Oh snap! Look what the twins caused!

Thanks for reading!