Harry, Fred and George arrived ten minutes after the others had settled themselves in the empty dormitory, looking flustered and sweaty and rather randy.

George was pulling a snogging Fred and Harry after him by the collars of their shirts, and the occupants of the room averted their eyes in embarrassment.

"Sorry!" Harry apologised, trying to detach himself from a leech-like Fred. "Fred, stop it!" he hissed, holding up his claws threateningly. Fred unwound his arms, and Harry grinned smugly, until he followed Fred's suddenly rigid gaze to the girl standing in the middle of the room, the reason for Fred's sudden surrender.

"Oh," Harry muttered, bewildered. Ginny stood in a very defensive position, glaring at the floor darkly. George sidled up to Harry and wound an arm around his shoulders protectively, and Fred, catching onto George's idea, kissed Harry's neck.

"Stop it!" Hermione finally snapped when Ginny's glare deepened, sizzling the rug her eyes rested upon. "Stop trying to prove a point!"

Harry was inclined to agree with her – that was all the twins were doing, and it was quite humiliating. Ginny already knew Harry was with the twins, why would they flaunt it?

"What's wrong with cuddling our kitty?" George asked petulantly, deepening his point by bringing Harry even closer and reaching a hand down to grope his butt. Harry's breath hitched, but he smacked the hand away, claws scratching George's skin.

Hermione growled and grabbed onto Harry, dragging him away from the molesting twins, who looked rather put-out. Hermione sat Harry on the end of one of the beds, next to Ron.

The twins grudgingly took seats on George's bed, and Fred draped his arms around George's neck, grinning at Ron before kissing George soundly. Ron groaned in frustration and his head fell onto Harry's shoulder with a thud.

"Is there a reason for me to even be here?" Ginny finally hissed, causing the others to startle. "All I'm doing is watching these two violate everything normal." She gestured to the embracing twins. Fred's temper flared up, and he made to stand. George clamped a hand on his knee, keeping him sitting.

"I think you know the reason you're here," Hermione said. Harry cast her a questioning look – all he knew was that something loud happened in the common room, and Ginny was situated in Fred and George's room.

"I think Gryffindor deserves to know who we share our living space with," Ginny retorted. "Nothing disgusting going on behind our backs."

Hermione pressed her fingers into the bridge of her nose, and Harry fell back on the bed, hitting it and staring up at the ceiling – he really did not want to be there at that moment. He supposed he should have anticipated having some sort of talk with Ginny, but he had no idea what to say, to think.

"It's their secret, not yours!" Hermione told her reprimandingly. Ginny rolled her eyes. "And that's not even the point here! The point is what you said before. You spoilt, immature little child!"

Ron quickly stood and wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders, bringing her close to him before Hermione completely lost her temper and said anything else. Ginny was back to glaring at the ground.

Harry wished someone would explain the situation to him.

"Look, Ginny," Ron said when Hermione had calmed down slightly. Ginny instinctively responded to Ron's voice, looking up at him – it seemed she still held a lot of trust for him, even though they had always bickered constantly. "I know how you feel."

Ginny snorted. "Yeah, sure you do. You, the best mate of the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm sure you know exactly how I feel."

Ron grit his teeth, and Harry sat up again, rubbing at one of his cat ears. Fred and George looked equally as confused as he was. "I do! You feel, you know, hurt. And a bit discarded and useless." At everyone's incredulous stares, Ron shifted uncomfortably. "Well, it's just a guess."

It was far more than a guess, but everyone seemed willing to let it go – what Ron felt was Ron's business, especially considering how awkward and embarrassed he felt about it.

"I... no I don't," Ginny denied, averting her eyes. Ron sighed in frustration. "Well... I..."

Everyone seemed to lean forward as Ginny blushed and refused to meet any of their gazes. Was it possible that Ginny was about to reveal everything in one emotional, tear-filled confession?

"Shut up! You know nothing!" she snarled, turned, and stormed out. None of them stopped her as she exited, slamming the door behind her.

"Well, that went splendidly," Fred said sarcastically, levelling an annoyed look at Ron, who looked slightly disappointed. Harry bit his lip, staring down at the red covers on the bed he was perched upon. He couldn't help but feel responsible for the expression on Ron's face.

The Weasleys had been so good to him, and he'd gone and tore their family apart simply because he couldn't help but give in to the twins. It was like all willpower simply fled when they were around, and Harry wanted to do everything they did, and more.

Suddenly, a hand lifted his drooping ear, and he turned to see George looking exasperated. "You and your bloody guilt," he muttered, and Harry found himself being pulled into George's lap, head resting under his chin.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled into George's neck, snuggling up to him. A hand on his back made him turn his head to see Fred, smiling at him with amused affection.

"It's not your fault," George told him, rubbing his face against one of Harry's cat ears. Harry wriggled, purring slightly, and Fred's hand slid to his stomach, under his shirt, rubbing against it. Harry arched into the touch.

He suddenly glanced around the room, well aware that Ron and Hermione had been in the room. However, it seemed they had fled. He breathed in relief, and slight guilt – he should be with his friend, who was obviously depressed after Ginny's complete rejection.

Harry glanced up at George, and then at Fred. Now that I think about it...

Both of the twin's faces were drawn tight, jaws set firmly and eyes slightly narrowed. George was trying to relax his face, and Fred was grinning almost manically to try and wipe it away.

Harry sighed, realising that it was the twins who actually needed him. Hopefully, Hermione would be successful in cheering Ron up.

"What are you thinking?" George asked, staring into Harry's contemplative green eyes. Fred laughed from next to him, running a hand up and down his tail.

"Oh no, he's about to be selfless again," he teased, pressing kisses to Harry's neck. Harry shifted so he was sitting straddling Fred's lap, a firm hold on George's hand. George pressed up behind him, pressing him closer to Fred.

Harry lifted his mouth to Fred's while his tail curled around George's waist. George slid his hands up Harry's shirt, stroking his stomach and then going upwards.

Harry curled his tongue around Fred's, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard at it. Fred gave an interested moan, pressing his growing arousal against Harry's. It seemed the twins were willing to go along with Harry distracting them.

A hand suddenly tangled in Harry's hair, pulling his head back, away from Fred, so it rested on George's shoulder. Harry lifted his green eyes to meet George's narrow, lust-darkened ones, before George lowered his head to roughly press his lips against Harry's.

Harry groaned, a hand clutching at the collar of George's shirt. Fred leaned forward, sucking on Harry's exposed throat, catching his bobbing Adam's apple between his teeth for a moment.

George's fingers sought out a nipple and twisted it almost painfully. Harry cried out, bucking against Fred, who licked up his neck and then back down, saliva cooling on his heated flesh and making Harry shiver violently.

"Merlin," George growled as Harry's tail inadvertently brushed the bulge in his trousers. Harry groaned and reattached his lips to George's again, while manipulating his tail around George's erection, and wrapping an arm around Fred's back to draw him close enough to rub against.

"And clothes go off," Fred mumbled against Harry's jaw, waving his wand in a non-verbal spell. Harry's clothes instantly vanished, leaving him bare in between the dressed twins. Harry shot a glare at Fred, who merely ran his eyes lavishly over Harry in response. Harry shuddered under the heated gaze.

"So sexy," George whispered huskily into his human ear. Harry gasped as George's hand trailed down his chest, past his stomach, until it reached just above his straining dick. He 'meow'ed quietly and thrust his hips forward.

Fred grinned and leant down, shuffling backwards, until he was almost level with Harry's erection. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he anticipated the feeling of a wet mouth over his throbbing need.

Fred's mouth moved forward, only to catch one of George's fingers, slipping between his lips. Harry made a gurgled, distressed noise as Fred sucked one, then two, of George's fingers into his mouth, tongue twirling around them.

"Aww, don't tease our kitten, he's desperate," George scolded, but the hardness digging into Harry's arse told him that he wasn't the only one. Harry rubbed back against it provocatively, listening as George inhaled audibly.

"That's it kitten, rut against me. Show me just how much you want it, how much you want my cock," George rumbled, turning the tables on Harry. Fred released George's fingers, kissing down Harry's flat stomach, and then licking the base of his dick. Harry's blood boiled, both at the words and Fred's ministrations.

"I do," Harry groaned, then arched as Fred closed his mouth over the head of his erection. George's fingers trailed downwards. "Need it, need your..." He bit his lip, embarrassment managing to strike him even in the midst of such dirty actions. George didn't say anything, and even Fred lifted his mouth from Harry, staring up into his eyes intensely. "I want..."

"What?" George whispered, nibbling on the lobe of his human ear. Harry vaguely realised his glasses had been misplaced somewhere. "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Fuck!" Harry cried out – Fred had, rather wickedly, began licking his balls. "Want both of you! Please!"

George 'hmm'ed in thought, and Fred lifted himself up until he could kiss Harry's lips softly.

"I don't think you've ever said anything so hot before," Fred told him heatedly, peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose, and then moving to his cat ears. Harry squirmed as Fred sucked the tip of one, and George's fingers began walking down his body, past his erection, towards his arse.

"You can't have us both at the moment, you know," George said. Harry didn't like what he was saying – he would have both, even if it killed him. "You'd end up pretty injured."

Suddenly, George grabbed Harry, lifted him up, and then turned him around. Harry gasped as he was settled onto George's lap, their cocks lined up together. George rested his chin on his shoulder, and Harry couldn't see what as happening.

Suddenly, the impact of what he'd just asked for hit him – he'd asked to be taken, to be fucked by both of the twins. Was he stupid? They'd somehow use it against him for sure!

Fingers touched his hole, and Harry jumped, feeling jittery all of a sudden. George rubbed a soothing hand up and down his back, shushing him calmly. Harry tensed up as a finger slid into him, having to fight it's way in; he'd been fingered quite a few times, but it had never been so intense. There was never such a consequences lingering at the end.

"Calm down," Fred told him, and the finger inside him rotated, expertly finding his prostate. Harry jolted at the surge that filled him. "We'll make it feel so good."

Unwillingly, Harry felt his body relaxing, tension melting away. Fred's word had trigged the trust Harry held in the twins, even if he didn't think holding such trust was actually wise. He couldn't help but believe him.

George pulled out his wand, and Harry watched him wave it at both the twins, again using a non-verbal spell. George's clothes were suddenly gone and he guessed that Fred's had done the same.

Another finger pressed against him, slowly slipping into him along with the first. Harry groaned under his breath as they scissored inside of him, stretching him even further. Merlin, it felt so good. His hands on George's back clenched.

He felt George smile against his cheek, and then a hand was reaching down, grasping his cock firmly. Harry gasped as a lubed hand slid up and down on it, wasting no time in almost roughly pumping him. He didn't know whether to move back against the fingers, or into George's hand.

"Nnh, please," Harry begged, lips parted and seemingly unable to close. He was certain he must look completely stupid. George's lusty eyes scanned over him, a smirk on his face that was usually plastered on Fred's.

"You beg so prettily," George told him, leaning forward to press wet, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. Harry actually keened, and distantly felt another finger being added into his body, thrusting in and out, obscenely squelching and rubbing against his prostate every damn time. He was certain he'd never acted so pathetic in his life.

"Lay him on his back," Fred ordered suddenly, and Harry felt the fingers, Fred's fingers, suddenly pull out of him. The pain seemed to send shock waves to his erection, and his tail went rigid as his cock throbbed.

He felt a sense of disorientation as he was dropped onto his back on the bed, both twins looming over him. Fred grinned at him mischievously, cheeks slightly flushed, and George let his eyes roam over Harry's bared body. Harry's tail curled around him nervously, trying to cover him.

Fred chuckled, one hand splaying itself out on his chest, stroking the soft skin. Hands parted his legs, and he watched apprehensively as George settled between them, pulling his knees up. Harry instinctively wrapped them around George's waist.

"Just relax," George said quietly, and Harry felt something blunt pushing against his suddenly tightening hole. He jumped when three fingers pushed into him and spread him apart forcibly, and then pulled out again, seemingly satisfied.

"That's supposed to relax me?" Harry hissed – his stomach was curled in a tight knot that was making him nauseous, and he wanted to take out his jitteryness on someone. George smiled at him softly.

"Sorry, you were tightening up," he said, not sounding at all apologetic. Harry narrowed his eyes, but didn't have time to think on it any further as George took his distraction to push into his body.

Harry cried out, head thrown back, as George's seemingly huge cock entered, filling him completely. George groaned, eyes tightly closed and teeth gritted as Harry clamped around him like a vice.

"Kitten, kitten, relax," Fred told him, stroking his face, fingers trailing over his cheek. Harry blearily turned into the hand, licking at the salty skin. Fred smiled at him affectionately, and Harry decided that all his love could be transferred to Fred, and none to George, who was trying to rip him in half!

"It's not George's fault," Fred told him, seeming to realise where Harry's thoughts were going. "But we can stop, if that's what you want."

Harry stared up at the canopy above them as George stilled completely. Both twins were holding their breaths, nervously watching Harry contemplate.

Harry finally looked away, to George, who was biting his lip harshly in an effort not to push further into Harry. But Merlin, did their kitten feel fantastic.

"Don't stop," Harry whispered, a humiliated flush covering his cheeks. George's face split it in a huge, relieved grin, and Fred released the breath he'd been holding.

"Fred, do it now," George said suddenly, making no move to move further into Harry or even push back. Harry's brows furrowed in confusion as Fred nodded and shifted, throwing a leg over Harry until he was straddling his stomach.

"Wha-" Harry startled, but was quieted by Fred's fingers covering his mouth. Harry flicked his eyes down to Fred's fingers, and then back to his face. Grinning inwardly, he flicked his tongue out, catching the tip of a finger.

A hand suddenly gripped his slightly depleting erection, and Fred rested his free hand on Harry's chest. Harry frowned as George's surprisingly slick hand slid up and down, working him back to his previous state. Harry moaned in surprise, and one of Fred's fingers slipped into his mouth.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George," Fred murmured, mouth curling in a smirk. Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, sucking on Fred's fingers. Fred moved back, and Harry's eyes widened when he realised he could feel Fred's arse pressing on his erection.

George thrust inside him and Fred pushed down onto him. Harry screamed in both pain and fucking pleasure as the two stilled, George deeply embedded in Harry, and Harry resting in Fred, feeling the tight heat gripping him.

"Fred, George," he whimpered, biting down hard on Fred's finger in his mouth. Fred ground down on his erection, then rose himself up completely. Harry felt his whole body arching when Fred dropped back on him, his cock sliding back into the heat.

George pulled out slightly and pushed back in. Harry felt himself relax more, mainly due to Fred fucking himself on Harry's erection. It felt and looked so bloody sexy, he could barely take it.

When George brushed his prostate, Harry released a choked throb, barely able to stop himself from cumming. His cat tail was completely rigid against his back, and his ears were pressed flat against his head, eyes clenched shut tightly.

Seeming to realise Harry's oncoming orgasm, George pulled out completely and slammed back into him. Harry moaned loudly, and then broke off with a soundless scream as Fred upped his pace, clenching around him every time Harry drew out of his body.

"Fuck, fuck!" Harry panted, one hand clenching Fred's hip and the other near his own face, nails digging into his palm. Fred groaned, leaning down to plant kisses on Harry's hardened nipples, sweaty chest brushing against him.

Harry opened his eyes, which he could feel were filled with tears. George's eyes made contact with his, piercing him with an intense look and then impaling Harry on his cock again, pressing up against his prostate, all friction and heat.

"Please, please, please, Merlin!" Harry chanted. Fred was panting against his ear, moans slipping out after every breath as Harry's erection constantly battered his prostate. George was sitting up, head thrown back, sweat dripping down his face that was drawn tight.

"I'm... I'm.." Harry couldn't even get the words out as George pushed inside him in one large thrust and Fred sat up, grinning provocatively as he deliberately clamped his arse around Harry's burning dick.

"I-I love you!" Harry nearly screamed. The rest of his cries were swallowed by Fred's hungry mouth as he felt himself explode inside the body surrounding his arousal, and tightening around George. He felt an answering wetness spraying across his stomach and chest, and George followed moments later, releasing himself inside Harry with a loud, animalistic growl that sent shivers through both Harry and Fred.

Fred's shaky arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Harry, George pressing against his back tiredly. Harry groaned tiredly at the weight resting on top of him. Strangely comfortable despite his chest being crushed completely.

Finally, George rolled off of Fred, next to Harry, and kissed him soundly. "Love you too," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his head and then burying his nose in Harry's damp hair. Fred laughed quietly.

"Me too," he said, stroking Harry's bare neck, covered in cooling sweat. Harry leant down and lazily licked Fred's palm. "And I miss your collar." George made a muffled noise of agreement, snuggling further into Harry's hair, nose brushing against his cat ear.

Harry's eyes snapped open in the darkness. He suddenly had the perfect idea for a Christmas gift.

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So the chapter was supposed to be serious... and then just fell into smut...

But hey, at least Ginny didn't suddenly randomly break down and confess everything, prompting them all to give her big hugs with tears running down their faces, making you want to gag and vomit at the same time (as Dr Cox would say, 'gavomiting'). I had a bit of trouble with this chapter because I wasn't entirely certain how to play out the Ginny scene, and then the smut made me insecure . stupid too-fast smut :P

I love all my reviewers! Hope you review this chapter, too, tell me if there's something I'm not doing right, or should change or just take out completely.

Also – I've put a oneshot based on Pretty Kitty up. It's pure PWP, about Harry going into heat. You can find it on my LJ or at AFF.