Fred
stared at the ring adorning George's ring finger. "We're...
we're..." Married!" George finished excitedly, actual
tears welling up in his eyes. Fred looked equally as awed and
exuberant, his grip on George's hand tightening. "We can
spend the rest of our lives together," he whispered, looking into
George's eyes. The two shared an intense look of love and
desire. "Forever. Just us two," George murmured. Fred
nodded frantically. "The two of us," he agreed, leaning
forward to kiss George, who leaned into the kiss as well. They shared
a passionate meeting of lips, and Harry cleared his throat, trying to
rid himself of the humongous lump firmly wedged in it. "Fred?"
he murmured, feeling pathetic and Harry suddenly felt like there
was a huge gap separating them, a gap he could never, ever breach.
But he had to try! Harry ran. And ran, and ran. His
footsteps echoed loudly off the walls of the stone corridor, his
breathing was harsh in his own ears. He was fairly certain he had a
stitch in his side, only he couldn't actually feel it. It was just..
there. The door grew closer. Harry stretched a hand out,
reaching for it, desperate to swing it open, run inside, face the
wonders he knew to be on the other side of that frustrating door. His hand brushed the wood... His scar seared his
forehead.
Christmas was looming ever nearer.
And with it came Harry's conundrum. He had absolutely no idea what to get the twins. What did you get two boys who had brought out Zonko's, and only seemed to be interested in jokes, sex and catboys?
And Harry refused to get them anything that lead to sex. He wasn't desperate. Far from it, in fact.
Harry collapsed onto a sofa in front of the fireplace. George was serving his detention with Snape for the Quidditch incident – Harry felt sorry for him – and Fred was, again, in the library, after Hermione was manhandled him out of the common room, saying they needed to actually research the ritual the twins were dead set on going through with.
The ritual that made Harry smile, made them all smile. Connecting the twins together, legally, forever.
While you, of course, are left behind... a snide voice said condescendingly, sounding very much like Malfoy. Harry scowled and mentally batted it away – he couldn't afford to feel self-pitying. The twins were so excited! If he was in a bad mood, they'd probably attack him with happiness.
Harry lay on his side on the sofa, basking in the glow of the flames. He couldn't help it if he started purring lightly – the fire was just so comfortable.
"Ayup, mate," a cheery voice burst his bubble of sleepiness, and Harry turned to face the boy who'd sat at the end of the sofa, grinning at Harry's curled up form. Harry smiled.
"Hey Dean," he greeted, slowly sitting up – he wanted to just lie down all day, but that would be rude. He liked Dean, didn't get enough chances to talk to him with the twins constantly consuming his attention. Dean's smile faltered slightly, and he looked to the flames.
Harry frowned, scooting slightly closer to Dean. There was something wrong with him, wasn't there? Harry may not be perceptive, but anyone could see the dark cloud hanging over Dean's head.
"Everything all right?" Harry asked hesitantly. He suddenly wished Hermione was around, or Neville. They were more nurturing, they could talk about problems and the like. Harry... Harry really couldn't.
"Well, erm... I have something to ask you," Dean said nervously, not looking at him. Harry frowned, wondering why that sounded so familiar.
"All right then," Harry said, leaning back on the sofa cushions and waiting for Dean to get out whatever he needed to say. By the expression on his face, he obviously wasn't comfortable. And Harry got the feeling he'd be just as uncomfortable when Dean was through.
"Well, you're..." Dean started, voice slightly higher than usual. "You're gay, right?"
Harry's jaw fell open. Dean took in his expression and grimaced. "Sorry, erm, obvious question... with you and George and Fr-... just you and George."
Harry's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Oh, fuck.
"I... need some advice," Dean admitted, looking away again. Harry's quickened heartbeat slowed down slightly. That was a relief – apparently Dean wasn't keen on talking about what he did or didn't know. Hopefully it was of the 'didn't know' category.
"I, well..." Suddenly, the entrance to the common room swung open, and in walked Fred and Hermione who were, predictably, bickering. Did every Weasley feel the need to constantly argue with Hermione? Or maybe it was the other way around...
"Harry!" Fred called, grinning. Dean groaned, sinking down in his seat, and Harry eyed him with concern as Fred bounded over, Hermione following behind him, scowling.
"Want to continue this later?" Harry suggested, getting the feeling that Dean wouldn't really want to talk about anything with both Fred and Hermione there. Fred was prone to laughing, and Hermione was prone to telling everyone exactly how to live their lives if they came to her for any help.
Dean nodded, shooting him a grateful look and standing up. "Well, see ya Harry," he said awkwardly, and then moved away. Fred paused behind the sofa, frowning at the boy shuffling over to the dormitory staircase.
"Strange fellow," he commented. Harry looked up at him and scowled – Dean was the most normal of the 5th year boys.
Fred grinned and leaned over the back of the sofa, giving Harry a lopsided, upside-down kiss. Harry, predictably, couldn't help but reciprocate. Hermione sighed and sat down heavily beside Harry, clearing her throat.
Harry, blushing, broke away, wiping his mouth. Fred laughed, kissed the top of his head, and then proceeded to move around the sofa and sit on Harry's lap. Harry grimaced.
"Ow, crushing," he hissed, "you fat lump." Fred wriggled around on his lap, grinning evilly, while Harry groaned in pain. Fred wasn't heavy, just heavier than Harry. Everyone was heavier than Harry.
"I'm not fat! S'just all that muscle from Quidditch!" Fred protested, flexing his arms. "Don't you feel privileged to have such a macho boyfriend?" Harry rolled his eyes, trying to push Fred off his lap. Hermione tsked.
Harry sighed and turned to Hermione. Apparently, she had something to say, and was determined not to go away until she said it. He tried to keep his amusement off his face.
"Do you know what your boyfriend has been doing?" Hermione hissed angrily, glaring at Fred. Fred scoffed, but Harry ignored him, a grin starting to creep onto his face.
"Oh no, what's he been up to this time?" he asked. Fred made a mock-hurt sound, snuggling into Harry and kissing his neck. Harry bit his lip.
"Nothing, you should have seen what Hermione did, though," Fred said, shaking his head. Hermione's mouth fell open in disbelief, and Harry laughed. "She was putting charms on all the books in the library, making them snap at people's noses when anyone opened them. Brilliant, if I may say so myself."
Hermione stood and stomped her foot on the floor. "That was you!" she exclaimed, pointing at Fred. Harry groaned, head falling back to rest against the sofa as Fred laughed and protested that it was her. The twins knew just how to get under her skin, it seemed.
Harry's eyes slipped closed and one of Fred's arms wrapped around his neck, fingers stroking through the hair at the back of his head. "Sleep, kitten."
He didn't notice when Hermione and Fred's argument quieted, and then eventually stopped, as sleep dragged on the corners of his mind. Fred pressed a kiss to his forehead, shuffling off his lap and dragging Harry into his arms. Harry was out like a light.
XxXxXxX
Harry groaned as he stormed out of Zonko's, Charlie, Hermione and Ron hurrying after him, all wisely not saying anything.
"Why is it so hard?" he snapped as they walked down the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade. An hour after they had arrived, Harry had run away from the twins, dragging Hermione and Ron with him, Charlie coming with them by default. Dropping hints about them splitting up for a bit had failed spectacularly, and he'd eventually had to resort to drastic measures.
"Twin!" Hermione squeaked, and they all dived into a book shop nearby. George passed by, looking right and left for Harry. However, he didn't even think to check the book shop – Harry disliked books, but not as much as the twins.
"What do I get them?" Harry whined, slouching against a bookcase. Hermione had become immersed in a Transfiguration text.
"No idea. I'm just getting them some Honeydukes stuff," Charlie said, shrugging. "They're impossible to buy for, believe me."
Harry refused to believe it – surely there was something he could find for them? Something special, not just a box of chocolates or anything impersonal like that. He felt he owed it to them to put some thought into his gifts – they'd done more than enough for him.
"How 'bout a 'Congratulations, your incestuous relationship is now legal' card?" Ron grumbled, and Harry snorted with laughter. Ron was in a bad mood due to another explosive argument between him and Hermione. Just when it looked like their relationship was finally going somewhere, their efforts were shredded.
"Hmm, very intimate," Charlie agreed. Hermione sniffed at their insensitive comments, and then shot a glare at Harry when he laughed again. He was supposed to be even more sensitive than the others!
"Oh, leave him alone, 'Mione," Ron said, using Hermione's hated nickname to get to her. Harry and Charlie traded winces when the two suddenly burst, filling the previously quiet shop with yelling.
"Wanna escape?" Charlie murmured. Harry sighed in relief, and began edging towards the door with Charlie.
"Do I," Harry replied enthusiastically, yet quietly. Hermione and Ron paid no heed as the door opened with a small jingle and then closed again, Harry and Charlie stepping out into the cold street.
"So, where to?" Charlie asked as they made their way through the bustling crowd, keeping an eye out for the twins, Hermione or Ron. All this avoidance was giving Harry a headache.
"Dunno. It's useless getting them a gift, isn't it? Whatever it is, it'll end up being really crap," Harry said sadly, looking down at his feet. Charlie sighed – an upset Harry was like a kicked puppy. Or... a kitten. He rested a hand on Harry's head.
"They'll love whatever you choose to get them. Even if it's just mum's knitted jumpers," Charlie said. Harry laughed quietly, his expression lifting a bit. Charlie smiled, feeling grateful. If he returned Harry in a solemn state to the twins, there'd be no telling what he might have to endure. The twins could be downright evil.
"You're his brother, can't you give me an idea?" Harry asked pleadingly. Charlie shrugged, not really knowing what to say. Even Mrs Weasley didn't know what to buy for the twins half the time.
"Well... Fred likes that Quidditch player, doesn't he?" Harry shot him a deadpan look, and Charlie winced. "You know the one... the seeker, blond hair, kinda skinny..."
Harry realised who he was talking about, and his expression fell further. He felt unreasonably jealous of that damn seeker. "Gabriel Smith?" he asked. Charlie nodded. "So... I just get him Smith for Christmas?"
Charlie laughed, shaking his head. "No, just see if you can maybe get an autograph or something. You're Harry Potter, you can do anything."
Harry sighed – he really didn't want to, but he had no choice. "Oh all right, I'll get a bloody autograph from him. Might as well see if we can find a picture of him, then."
XxXxXxX
Harry grudgingly sent the request for an autograph, and a picture of Smith, off, using Hedwig. Stupid perfect Smith.
Along with that, he got a large box of Fred's favourite chocolate from Honeydukes for him, and packet of Blood Pops – Fred, for some reason, adored them.
For George, he'd got a bag of Zonko's Delights, some potion ingredients he'd been needing for making new experiments, and two bludgers to train with, magically enchanted not to hurt and only to react to one person's commands.
Harry detested his gifts to the twins. They seemed so insignificant and awful – hardly an expression of his undying devotion.
Charlie had assured him that the gifts were fine, he had nothing to worry about, and if he spent any more than he had, the twins were going to feel insulted. Part of coming from a poor family – they were as defensive as Ron when it came to money or perceived charity.
Harry grumbled under his breath as he made his way to the common room. The twins were going to hate his gifts and question his feelings for them.
After giving the password to the Fat Lady, Harry entered the common room, feet shuffling. And was promptly grabbed and manhandled into a closet.
"What the-" Harry started, but a mouth clamping down on his stopped his protest. In the darkness, his eyes searched out his attacker's, and he found George twinkling back at him. Harry wrenched his lips away and glared. "What the bloody hell?"
"You shouldn't run away from us, hurt our feelings," George told him mischievously. Harry hissed at him cattily, and heard a bark of laughter from behind him.
"Aww, poor kitten." Fred, then. So he was trapped in a closet, in the midst of the Gryffindor common room, with both twins, who looked dead set on punishing him for his transgressions.
He craned his neck back to look at Fred, who licked his lips playfully. Harry lifted his foot, tempted to kick Fred in the shin and make a break for it. They were being so stupid! They'd all get caught, and then all of their research into that ritual would be for nothing.
"Come on, lemme out," Harry whined. Fred wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and George shook his head, eyes burning. Harry growled at him pitifully.
"We're thinking staying in here might just be more fun," Fred murmured, lips attaching to Harry's neck. Harry sighed, already knowing he'd lost the battle. The twins wouldn't let him out until he'd been thoroughly sexed up – they'd probably planned to drag him into an empty alley and fondle him when in Hogsmeade. Again.
XxXxXxX
Ginny Weasley grinned when she looked up from her book. The situation was perfect.
Most, if not all, of the Gryffindors were gathered in the common room, warming up from the cold Hogsmeade trip. Hermione and Ron were in front of the fire, staring at each other with longing eyes, again. There was no one to stop her.
She eyed the doors near the entrance to the common room. They both led to closets, but Ginny knew exactly which one it was she wanted. She closed her book.
'This is Malfoy, Gin. I don't want to know why you were with him, but please don't do it again. He'll drag you down, pull you into his sick little game. You're better than this, I know you are.'Ginny scowled, standing up. Charlie's words wouldn't get to her – she refused to let him have any influence over her life. He was never even in it half the time, why should he be able to lecture her on befriending Malfoy?
Draco had gone out of his way to talk to Ginny, to comfort her and help her. Hermione and Ron were being so hostile with her, the twins didn't talk to her at all, and Harry drifted about in his own little world and refused to acknowledge her. She was sick of them. One little mistake and they all act different with her.
"What's up?" one of her friends asked. Ginny smiled and strode to the back of the common room, gesturing her friends over.
XxXxXxX
"Merlin," Harry gasped as Fred panted against the back of his neck, rubbing against Harry lewdly, working a finger in and out of his arse. George captured his mouth in another heated kiss, thrusting into Harry's hand.
Harry keened, back arching as Fred hit his prostate and George tugged harshly on a nipple. George grinned smugly. "You're so sexy, kitten. Fuck, so sexy..."
XxXxXxX
"What's going on, Ginny?" Angelina asked as she saw the group forming against one of the walls of the common room. People were wandering over curiously as Ginny called for them, promising something apparently very interesting.
"You'll see, Angelina," Gnny said, grinning, satisfied. Angelina narrowed her eyes, suspicious. George and Fred hadn't been trusting their sister lately. Angelina didn't know why but, with Fred and George, they always had a good reason for something so serious.
She turned to Katie, who was frowning, curious.
"What are you showing us?" Katie asked – 'you'll see' wasn't much of an answer for either of them, although apparently it got the younger years rather excited. Lee Jordan came up behind them, throwing an arm around both of their shoulders. Katie squealed and hit him for surprising her.
"What's up?" Lee asked, and then noticed Ginny. His eyes widened slightly, and then he peeled himself off of the two girls, turning around. He suddenly knew exactly who was in that closet, and what Ginny was about to show them.
"Ron, Hermione!" he bellowed. Ginny's face morphed into anger, and her hand reached for the knob of the one of the closet doors.
XxXxXxX
"Please," Harry murmured. Fred and George's fingers rubbed against each other as they thrust in and out of Harry.
Fred licked a long line up the back of Harry's neck to his hair. George tugged on the flesh in his mouth, and Harry threw his head back as the double assault on his neck and arse. His hand clenched and unclenched on George's erection.
"So close," Harry whimpered, thrusting back against the fingers. George nodded against his sweaty neck, and Fred groaned, pushing into George's hand which rubbed him through his trousers.
"Ginny!" Harry's head jerked at the sudden shriek. George pulled him in for another kiss, distracting him from whatever was happening.
XxXxXxX
"Ginny!" Hermione yelled, running over to the group. Ginny grinned and pulled the door open.
The common room went silent.
"Fuck!" a muffled voice yelled, and two figures quickly detached themselves from each other, blushing furiously and looking faintly horrified. Ginny let out a wail of despair.
"Seamus," Ron murmured. "Dean..." Seamus and Dean made a quick attempt of righting their ties and buttoning up their shirts. Seamus' blush had receded slightly, to be replaced by a lewd grin. Dean was looking at the floor, obviously not sharing Seamus' humour.
"It's just... just Seamus and Dean!" Ron said, and then doubled over, hysterical laughter spilling forth as the tension left him. Hermione smacked the back of his head, and then ran the rest of the distance to Ginny, who she saw reaching for the second door.
"Sorry, but you ain't getting to see what's behind door number two," Lee said, quicker than Hermione, and grabbing Ginny's outstretched wrist. Ginny scowled and tried to pull her hand away, only to pause when a heavy hand clamped down on her shoulder.
"I think you've ruined enough reputations for tonight," Angelina said, and Katie nodded alongside her, throwing a glare at Ginny. How awful, for her to try and 'out' two perfectly nice people. Or... one nice person and one pervert.
"Right, because my life's not been ruined as it is!" Ginny yelled, hitting out at Angelina, who caught her wrist. "You! Fucking all of you! Got no idea what you're doing, have you?"
"Ginny," Hermione murmured warningly as people continued to watch the spectacle happening right before their eyes. Tears swam in Ginny's eyes, and Angelina and Lee awkwardly moved away.
"Yeah, shush me! That's right – all you care about is that no-one knows about their dirty secrets, doesn't matter what anyone else feels!"
Ron rubbed the back of his neck nervously – Ginny had often yelled about no-one caring about her feelings, although he'd assumed she'd grown out of it. He supposed being pushed into the corner while the twins stole the spotlight for doing something illegal and, by all means, 'wrong', had embittered her.
"Gin, let's talk about this somewhere else, yeah?" he suggested quietly. Ginny sniffed and wiped at the tears streaking down her cheeks in black lines from her make-up. Ron smiled hesitantly and rested his hand on her back. Hermione didn't look approving.
"Ron!" she hissed. The others nearer to them looked mightily confused as well, and Ron shrugged at Hermione.
"Sorry, but I really can't stand seeing my own sister crying," he said sincerely. Hermione sighed and crossed her arms – she didn't like it all, that much was obvious. But Ron looked guilty, and she couldn't deny him what he wanted.
"Let's go to the seventh year boy's dormitory," she whispered. Ron nodded and guided Ginny up the stairs, while Hermione diverted everyone's attention. When people began to break apart, she banged angrily on the door that concealed Harry, Fred and George, who, it seemed, had heard the commotion.
"Seventh year boy's dormitory," she told them sternly over the sounds of hastily pulled on clothing. An affirmation was shouted through the door, and Hermione stalked to the boy's staircase. Ron's idea of talking to Ginny had better not fall flat.
XxXxXxX
Oh
dear, that was close. Poor Seamus and Dean :D Sorry to all
Ginny haters – she was meant to be a bitch, but every bitch has her
reason, right? I simply couldn't leave Ginny a 2D bad-guy... girl. And, heh heh ;;shifty eyes;; my, my, it has been a while,
hasn't it? Erm, sorry about that. My hand's gotten over itself now,
so good news! But the moment it got better, I got bombarded by a
million plot bunnies for stories I have no intention of writing. They
won't let me rest :P Thanks for all the reviews, I love you
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