Author's Note: I love this 'ship (even if I don't write it all that often), and I had such smutty hopes for these three...and then it turned into an emotion-fest. Oh well, I hope you enjoy anyway!
Harry wended through the rubble and made his way to the Great Hall, nodding to those who waved as he scanned the occupants. He didn't see the faces he was looking for. Following gut instinct, he made his way deeper into the Castle. He found Fred and George staring at the hazy Quidditch Pitch. "You're both all right," he breathed with relief.
They turned to him, each smiling, both dusty. "It was close at one point," Fred stated.
"Percy saved him," George informed.
"Never thought we'd say that," they said together. They studied Harry's expression. "Worried?"
"Yes," he stated, flexing his fingers. "It was bad enough when you were injured," he said with a nod at George. "But at one point-" he cut off, looking away as his eyes filled.
"You saw Ron crying over a body," they breathed in realisation and tugged him into a hug. "I was comforting Mum," Fred informed as they rubbed the brunet's back comfortingly.
"Sorry," he gasped.
"You are human," they pointed out. "You feel emotions. It's good that you're getting it out."
Once he had control of himself, he retreated a few steps. "You know," he breathed, wrapping his arms around his stomach. "Everyone thought I was upset that Moody was killed, but I was upset that you were injured because of me," he admitted.
"Well, it means people can tell us apart now," they said smiling.
"You could grow your hair out," he suggested. "Long enough to cover your ears, then people would be too polite to stare enough to try and spot the missing ear."
"We'll think about it," they replied, smiling warmly.
Harry took a deep breath. "Everyone thought I was obsessing about Ginny, but I was really thinking about the two of you," he admitted, eyes averted. "I understand you don't feel the same," he spoke, turning away from them. "We never-" he cut off as they each took hold of one of his hands and turned him back toward them.
"Give us the chance to respond," they spoke gently. "After all, we thought you were interested in our sister."
Harry looked up at them, eyes wide. "She misunderstood, and I didn't know how to let her down gently," he breathed.
They each cradled one of his cheeks. "We are interested," they stated, then sighed. "But the rest of this conversation will have to wait until after you've spoke to Ginny."
Harry nodded and retreated a step. "I hadn't planned of saying anything yet, I just had to make sure you survived…and it slipped out."
"Meet us in the Room of Requirement?"