A/N: Hello! Look who's here...ahhahaha
So...I'm back...for now...yay?
My apologies for the slow updates...school work is tougher than it looks...
Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter...wrote it in the small pockets of times I found over the past month. If it ain't good...well...please be nice with your criticism? Hehe. Thanks.
Harry sat up with a jolt, mind douse in panic.
Green enveloped his sight.
His breath hitched.
"No," he shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no!"
He struggled to sit up straight and felt his arms and legs entangle in ropes that restricted his movement. The memory of being tied to a tombstone resurfaced in his mind.
Pettigrew was coming at him with a knife.
"No, stop!"
Harry was too wrapped in his struggle to notice the twin pops signalling people apparating beside him.
"Merlin! I think we've done the right thing by removing that silencing charm Harrikins placed around himself, Georgie."
Harry's head shot up in surprise at the familiar voice and a part of him calmed down, recognising the two redheads before him. He blinked and felt the nightmare still haunting him clear slowly from his mind, albeit slowly.
"Sure was, Freddie. Harrikins seems to be in a right state."
Harry blinked some more. He suddenly found the Weasley twins kneeling on either side of him, their faces adorning identical expressions of concerns despite their previous joking.
"What's the matter, Harry?" the twin on his right asked gently. Harry absently recognised him as George.
"Too much green light," he whispered back softly, mind going back to the killing curse that had plagued him in his nightmares. He gave a half-hearted tug at the green things still twined around him and completely missed the comprehension that dawned on the twins' faces.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, Harry could recognise that the green things were not a threat. But at his current state of mind, where all he could feel was his erratic heartbeat and sweat soaked skin, Harry could not care to accept that realisation.
He did not want any more of the green light. No more at all. He would be happier not even knowing it existed honestly.
"Tell him to stop dying," Harry whispered tiredly as the memory of Cedric falling dead washed over him again.
Fred and George gave him sad looks that he didn't see.
"Too much green," Harry whispered brokenly again as he tugged on the green stuff surrounding him.
"Well, that can be easily fixed Harry," Fred whispered from his left.
Harry turned to look at teen, as though just remembering Fred was there.
"W- what?"
Fred gave him a soft smile before raising his wand. Harry flinched slightly. He remembered wands in his nightmares. Wands that gave off green light.
Fred's smile dropped from his face at his reaction, sadness seeping into his feature. But the redhead didn't move his wand from where he held it upright between Harry and himself.
Suddenly, a brilliant white light bloomed from the wand tip.
Harry blinked rapidly, stunned by the sudden brightness. But his mind effectively jolted from its half-asleep state, clearing away the last of the nightmares clinging to the forefront of his mind in a few heartbeats.
The light changed to a golden hue.
Memories of a bell-shaped flower that was a beautiful shade of gold flooded Harry's mind. He remembered how beautiful those flowers were. How they had filled his sanctuary with warm, comforting light as the other flowers and plants kept him company.
Harry blinked.
Right. I have plants for company, he thought as his brain awoke fully.
Harry relaxed as his mind caught up to his reality. He leaned absently into George who caught him without complain, exhaling as the older boy looped his arms around Harry's waist in a manner that brought him comfort.
Did I hurt you guys? He asked silently to Pale Pink and his other companions. I'm really sorry. I keep forgetting myself when I'm stuck in my nightmares.
A wave of concern and affection washed over him from his link to the plants.
We are fine, youngling, whimsical voices breezed across his mind. We'll go through this again and again if it means you feel safer every day.
Harry stilled at that response, breath caught in his throat that was suddenly dry.
This was not certainly the first time the plants had said something so caring to him. But despite that, he kept getting caught off guard when the beings showered him with such unconditional love.
It was a rather novel experience to him. To feel so loved and cared for.
Harry blinked. A small sense of guilt creeped up his heart.
His last thought wasn't exactly true. He knew he had people who cared about him. Ron, Hermione, Sirius, the twins and a handful more. They all loved him for who he was, he was certain. He shouldn't have undermined the care that they held for him so carelessly.
But he would be lying if he said he saw them all equal to the plants surrounding him.
The plants were just different to him. Somehow, the green beings were just a tad bit more important. More close to Harry.
They were like actual family, he realised with a start, surprised by his own internal view of his newest companions in his life. The kind of family he had dreamed of having as a child. The kind that was constantly supporting him, constantly being with him, unconditionally caring for him. Granted they weren't human. But they were family.
Harry felt his heart warm and a quiet, deep contentment coursed through his veins.
Family. Huh. Who would have thought…
Would you promise to never leave me if I asked? He asked the plants in his mind, words coated with a raw vulnerability he had not shown in a long time to anyone.
We would not leave you, youngling, even if youtold us to leave you for good, the plants replied firmly, sending feelings of stubbornness over to him.
Harry smiled slightly, ignoring the way his eyes seemed suspiciously moist. He was not going to cry. No, not at all. Not trusting himself to speak, he hugged his left arm to his chest, encompassing his leafy companions in a gentle hug in gratitude.
Thank you, he whispered in his mind. You have no idea how much that means to me.
The vines grew around him, twining away from his arm to circle his whole body. Flowers and leaves sprouted in abundance around him, the former appearing in every and all colours. Harry giggled under his breath. He could only imagine what kind of image he was giving the twins. He probably looked like an overgrown bush that happened to have limbs and a face.
Chuckling mentally at the thought, Harry turned his attention to finally focus on his red-haired companions. Mild embarrassment coloured his cheeks at the fondly amused looks they were shooting at his predicament but he chucked it aside. He rather liked the plants affections. It wasn't going to do him any good trying to deny it. Besides, this wasn't exactly the first time the twins were witnessing this particular scene, if he were to be honest.
"Sorry for waking you up," he told them apologetically.
George, who Harry was still leaning on, rolled his eyes.
"We don't mind, Harry," the boy told him gently. "We'd do this again and again if you need us to."
Fred nodded seriously.
"A thousand times. A million. However long it will take, Harry. We'll be here."
"Promise," the twins chorused.
Harry stared at the two in silent shock. If he had not known the twins couldn't speak to the plants, he would have wondered if they had somehow eavesdropped in his conversation with the green beings.
With a small smile, he averted his eyes from the twins' serious gazes.
"Thanks," he mumbled quietly, touched.
Silence stretched between the trio after that. Harry fumbled with a pair of vines near his arms, unsure what to say to break the silence with his boyfriends.
"The twins are my boyfriends," he thought with a start. "Boyfriends."
Harry licked his lips, nervous.
"Merlin, what does a guy do when his lovers wake him up from a nightmare?"
Harry cursed himself for being in such a situation. It was both awkward and embarrassing.
He looked up to steal a glance at the twins to see them watching him quietly with amused glances and immediately averted his eyes again. George shook beside him at that, in what was obviously restrained laughter. Harry gave the redhead a half-hearted swat.
"Stop laughing at me," he grumbled at the teen.
He sighed when George ignored his order.
"Don't you two want to go back to sleep?" he asked them finally, looking up to shoot them a disgruntled look each.
Fred leaned into him with a pleasant smile. Harry eyed the teen warily.
"Why yes we do want to sleep, love."
Harry scowled as the endearment brought a red hue to his cheeks again.
"Well then go back to your beds, morons," he mumbled.
"Oh, you wound us, darling," George cried in mock hurt, laying his head onto Harry's shoulder with an exaggerated sigh, not batting an eye that said shoulder was covered in vines and flowers. "How could you call us morons?"
"Yeah Harrykins, we thought we were your knights in shining armour," Fred sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Go back to sleep you two," he muttered tiredly. "This is not the time for dramatics."
Fred and George pouted at his refusal to play along with them but complied.
"Fine, fine little one," George mumbled.
The twins moved away from him and stood up. Harry gave them a small smile as they stretched their legs to get out the kinks of kneeling for so long.
"Right, come on Harry. Get up," Fred told him once he had stopped stretching.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
Fred raised an eyebrow in return.
"Time to sleep, Harry. Like you said."
"But I'm already in my bed – Fredrick Weasley!"
Harry scowled as the older boy pulled him up smoothly in one swift motion. Since he had been seated so long, Harry felt his legs – still rather dead – almost give way as they weren't prepared to hold his weight. He wobbled on his feet only to find Fred steadying him with a hand around his waist, pressing Harry close to the redhead. Said hand also lowered dangerously close to his butt.
"Watch the plants!" Harry hissed in warning as Fred's actions almost crushed the leaves and flowers still surrounding his body. "And don't even think of groping me, Fred!"
Fred gave an easy grin but shifted his arm up to his back nonetheless, while loosening his grip on Harry to ensure the plants would not get squashed.
"Ah, sorry little green ones!"
The redhead caressed the vines on Harry's chest lightly.
"But I'm just trying to get Harry to bed, you see? He needs proper sleep and that obviously isn't going to happen on the floor, no matter how comfortable you guys make it for him."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I'm fine where I am – eek!"
Harry yelped as the plants surrounding him suddenly grew in volume. He blinked as he found himself seated upon a mess of vines and branches. Then blinked some more as said vines and branches carried him across the room and deposited him right in the middle of the twins' joined beds before they untangled from his person and spread themselves around the bed's edges. Even Pale Pink had chosen to twine away from him and dangle down near his head from the ceiling.
Harry blinked again.
Twin cracks of apparition on either side of him jolted Harry out of his shock. Fred and George smiled at him before taking in the way the plants left the bed untouched for the three of them in gratitude. Harry watched in confusion as he saw Fred even give Pale Pink a high five that the flower returned by smacking its petals gently against the centre of the redhead's palm.
"What the heck just happened?" he muttered to himself aloud.
"I believe your plants have sensibly transported you to your proper sleeping location, love," George replied casually as he pushed Harry down onto the mattress and pulled up the sheets till it reached his shoulders.
"But –"
"Shh little one," George interrupted. "It's time to sleep. We can talk later."
Fred nodded in agreement and settled himself under the covers next to Harry. George mimicked his twin from Harry's right.
"The plants listened to you?!" Harry spluttered, ignoring their words.
He was still somewhat in shock. Not to mention there was also that slight sting of betrayal in his heart. The plants had listened to Fred's words!
Merlin, he didn't want the twins teaming up with the plants anytime soon. The chaos in his life would double and his life was already chaotic enough to turn him insane.
"Like Georgie said. They're sensible, love," Fred replied with a smirk. "Of course, they would listen to us when necessary."
Harry blinked.
"But –"
A kiss on each side of his cheeks cut him off. Harry's face flamed. He knew without seeing that both the twins were very much smirking.
"Sleep well little one," Fred purred into ear.
Harry forgot to breathe.
"Yeah, and have nice dreams of us, love," George teased.
Harry rolled his eyes, ignoring the way he felt his heart jumping out of his chest.
"Dreaming of you two will be counted more as a nightmare," he told George, though the red dusting his cheeks gave his true feelings away. "And I'd really do not want to see your annoying faces more than necessary, thank you very much."
Fred and George smirked.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night Harry," the twins chorused.
Harry huffed and closed his eyes. He felt the twins shift and adjust beside him to lay on their sides, bodies facing his in the centre. Two sets of arms embraced him under the sheets. Harry tensed slightly before relaxing.
"Do you two got to keep touching me all the time?" he asked the twins without opening his eyes, voice tinged with mild annoyance.
He felt the twins still beside him.
"Well little one –" George's voice came from his right.
"Do you not –" Fred cut in from his left.
"Like it at all?" the twins asked in a chorus.
Harry didn't reply immediately.
"Harry?" Fred called out softly, jest gone from his voice.
George shuffled closer from his right and Harry knew without seeing that both the redheads were wearing worried faces.
He sighed.
"It's a bit uncomfortable," he confessed softly to the twins. "I've not had people hold me like this before."
The twins didn't speak for a few beats. Then he felt them start to move away.
Harry shot out his arms to hold the two in place. He then opened his eyes to shoot both the twins a glare each before closing them again with an exasperated sigh.
"I never did say I didn't like it though, you idiots," he grumbled to the two, tightening his hold on their arms slightly, refusing to let them rescind their cuddling.
He fought off the smile that was threatening to bloom on his lips when the twins quietly shifted closer to him after that. Their combined warmth encompassed him in a comforting heat. Fred curled in to rest his head on Harry's left shoulder while George tucked his chin on Harry's right shoulder instead. And Harry knew without seeing again that both of the redheads were wearing a grin on their faces.
He sighed, truly loving the position they were despite all his snarky replies to the twins.
They laid in that position for a few beats. Harry felt his mind relax slightly.
"Good night Harry," the twins chorused softly after a while.
Their voices sounded sleepy and Harry knew the two were already on the brink of sleep. He remembered with a pang that the twins had just woken up in the middle of the night to comfort him from his nightmares. Remembered that they were likely going to not get proper sleep with him in the room, since he often woke up several times in the night. Remembered that the two idiots knew this fact and yet chose to sleep with him beside them on their bed, rather than kick him out like any sensible person would do.
Harry tightened his own arms around theirs, sighing as the warmth of the two teens comforted him better than any blanket could on a cold night. His heart swelled a little at how nice the twins were to him.
"Good night Fred and George," he whispered back, squeezing their arms slightly. "And thank you. Both of you."
The twins didn't ask him what they were thanking him for. They didn't need to. Instead, they snuggled in closer to Harry in reply.
Harry willed himself to relax again and drifted back slowly into the land of dreams, mind praying fervently that at least for the rest of the night, he would not be subjected to nightmares. He didn't want to trouble the twins anymore. Plus, they deserved to sleep well.
Sirius blinked, rubbing wearily at his eyes to clear away the sleep in them.
"Um, pup? Are you ok?"
He took in the way his godson averted his eyes from, blushing red from head to toe. The boy's hair was even more of a mess than usual and his lips were looking rather bruised – likely due to how hard Harry was biting them in nervousness. The plants and vines draped around his shoulders and neck reached out to brush and caress the boy's face in an almost teasing manner. The teen's blush worsened for some reason.
Sirius raised an eyebrow, confused and yet amused.
Whatever brought Harry knocking on his door so early in the morning had to be serious. But it was rather difficult to stay solemn when met with the sight of his godson covered in leaves and vines like he was some form of mythical swamp monster. The plants were covering so much of Harry that if Sirius didn't know better, he would have thought the boy was naked underneath that green mess.
"Pup?" he repeated again while stifling a yawn. In his defence, it was rather early to be up and he had just awakened moments ago to the pounding at his door thanks to Harry. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?"
Harry, to his surprise just groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
"Yes," came the muffled response from the mop of hair that reminded Sirius so much of his brother-in-heart, one James Potter.
"What is it pup?" Sirius asked gently.
This time, Sirius had trouble understanding the reply that Harry gave from behind his hands.
"Come again Harry?"
Harry sighed and reluctantly lifted his head from his hands.
"I said I'd like to talk to you, godfather," the teen replied.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at the formal term. He was not going to lie. He was very lost on what Harry wanted from him. Judging from his calling Sirius' role out, it was likely adult advice.
"I can do that," Sirius thought nervously. "Sure, I'm not the best adult but I'm his godfather."
Sirius tried not to show his sudden nervousness on his face.
"Sure, pup. Want to come inside first?"
Harry turned bright red again but stepped into his room without protest, heading to the centre.
Sirius frowned.
He was starting to get very concerned with all this red rushing up his godson's cheeks for the fifth time despite how adorable Harry looked. What had happened to cause Harry to be this flustered?
He turned to close his room's door while Harry seated himself on the chair nearby his bed. He paused briefly however, when he felt two set of footsteps hurrying over from a few doors away. Years of living as Padfoot had heightened his senses and he knew from the weeks he had spent around the Weasleys that said set of footsteps, light and nimble as they were, belonged to a pair of mischievous twins.
Sirius spared a glance behind at his godson, who was fidgeting on his seat, unaware of the twins likely rushing over to find him. With a sigh, he closed the door and locked it with a privacy charm. He hoped for the twins' sake they didn't do anything to make Harry uncomfortable. He would have their hides if they did.
His godson had been through enough bullshit already for Circe's sake.
"So, what did you want to talk about, pup?"
"Yeah, before that, um –" Harry coughed. "Would you mind if I used your bathroom please? I desperately need a shower."
Harry's blush worsened.
"A cold, cold shower," he mumbled under his breath.
Harry averted his eyes while Sirius narrowed his, having heard that last statement clearly.
"Cold shower?" Sirius thought aghast.
His eyes travelled over his godson's frame again, seeing the boy's ruffled appearance in a new light. Messy hair, bruised lips, excessive blushing. It wasn't hard for things to click in Sirius' head.
He scowled internally.
"I'm killing those redhead twins after this," Sirius thought vehemently. "Nobody touches my pup. Not even his mutual crushes."
Sirius's internal scowl deepened. The Grim Animagus was seriously starting to regret his decision of letting his little Prongslet bunk in the twins' room.
Padfoot in particular growled at him from within his mind, reprimanding him for his blunder.
Letting Harry be alone with the twins was obviously bound to not go well. For Merlin's sake he knew all three had affections for each other. What had he been thinking, allowing them to room together? Share a bed together?
Padfoot growled more at that last thought.
He obviously had not been thinking at all.
"Wait, if they kissed, does that make them official?" Sirius frowned. "But Harry is not the age to have boyfriends. Or girlfriends. Or romantic partners."
Padfoot snarled in agreement.
"Pup needs to reach a minimum age of hundred," Sirius thought desperately. "Ah shit, what have I done? Lily would kill me if she were alive. James would murder me in my sleep and –"
"Sirius?"
Sirius snapped his attention back to reality. Harry was watching him with worried eyes.
"Did they touch you, pup?" he asked, keeping his voice neutral.
But something in his face must have tipped off the teen about his true emotions.
"Oh no – I mean, yes," Harry amended at Sirius' deadpan look. "But it wasn't like I didn't consent it."
Sirius frowned, not believing it.
"Pup, you are hardly at the age to realise if you are being emotionally manipulated!" Sirius cried, waving his hands around frantically. "I'm going to castrate those two, I swear. Who do they think they are? Touching my godson –"
Sirius cut off as he was suddenly dangling upside down in his room. Blinking away the sudden disorientation, he realised a vine was casually holding him up by the ankle. He looked away from his foot to lock gazes with emerald orbs. Even upside down, he could tell they were glaring at him, unimpressed.
"There will be no castrating my boyfriends, Siri. Absolutely not. I will not allow it."
Sirius' heart almost stopped at the word 'boyfriends'.
"But pup –"
"Don't whine at me," Harry cut in.
Sirius pouted. He was not whining.
"Look Sirius, I'm fifteen years old already. I hardly think getting into a relationship now is something you should stop me from doing. I mean, I'm pretty decent compared to what you obviously were up to at my age," Harry told him with a deadpan stare, gesturing silently around at the walls of Sirius' room.
The various posters of the human female species stared back silently at them in their ascending levels of nudity.
Sirius blushed.
"I wasn't doing that at your age," he grumbled back.
"So even younger then?" Harry scrunched his nose. "Ew Siri."
"Hey! I could have done that when I was seventeen," Sirius defended himself. "Don't make assumptions."
"No need to lie Sirius, Remus has already told me enough about your rendezvous and rebellions."
Sirius scowled.
"But back to the topic at hand. I need advice. Are you going to give it to me?"
Sirius sighed.
"Of course, I will pup. But do you have to have boyfriends now –"
"Would you prefer I took a leaf out of your book instead?" Harry asked with a straight face. "Go around on one night stands every night of the week?"
Sirius paled despite being upside down. He could already imagine the hell Lily would have prepared for him in the afterlife if he let Harry be like that.
"No! Relationships are good!" he shrieked. "You can date pup. Just don't cheat."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I know that Siri."
Sirius yelped as he was dropped onto the ground a beat later.
"I had hoped to never experience that after the forest," he groaned as he stood up gingerly from where he had been gracelessly deposited.
Harry smirked.
"Keep hoping."
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Alright pup. Advice. What do you need?"
Harry looked away.
"Shower first please."
Sirius tried not let his eyes wander past the embarrassed teen's stomach. Suddenly, he knew why the plants were draping around his godson for, hiding his body under their leaves and vines.
An amused smile blossomed on his lips.
"You don't need to feel so embarrassed about morning wood, pup."
Harry blinked before he registered what Sirius said. He blushed from head to toe.
"Oh, shut it," Harry grumbled.
Sirius chuckled.
"I'm serious, pup. It's common amongst boys your age. Even grown men actually."
Harry looked up at him shyly.
"I've never really um – woken up like this," he confessed softly.
Harry let his head fall into hands again with a sigh and fell back onto the chair he was sitting on more, as though he were wishing it would somehow swallow him up.
"I woke up like this Sirius," came the horrified whisper as emerald eyes peeked at him from behind slender fingers that hid the boy's face. "Woke up like this! In front of the twins. It was so bloody humiliating!"
Sirius gave a small chuckle and met Harry's gaze calmly, expertly ignoring the hysteria in the teen's voice. And the nervousness within him at this whole unexpected situation.
He had hoped he would get a warning before he had to delve into such matters with his godson.
"That's nothing to be so terrified about, pup," he told Harry in a soothing voice. "Like I said, it's normal. It's only terrifying because it's a new experience. You'll learn to get used to it sooner than you think."
Harry turned crimson for some reason at his words.
"Oh, you'd be surprised at how quick I got used to it, Siri," Harry replied with a red face.
Sirius stilled.
"What now?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
Emerald eyes stared despondently at him.
"I um – got a bit too excited I think, after I sort of got used to my unusual way of waking up," he told Sirius quietly, face still covered behind his hands in embarrassment. "For a lack of better words, let's just say I started to act under my horny instincts rather than my rational brain."
Harry cringed.
"And then I may also have gotten a bit too scared when I actually realised what I was doing," Harry ended with a squeak.
Sirius bit back that urge to go find a pair of twins and turn them into hippogriff food. He did not like what he was hearing one bit. He supposed he had to give Harry some leeway considering his age and innocence likely made him vulnerable to a lack of impulse control in such situations. But what the hell were those Weasley twins thinking, taking advantage of him like that?
Oh when he got his hands on those two –
"Well these things do happen to the best of us pup, especially when you are new to these kinds of things," he told Harry instead, reigning in his protective instincts and trying to comfort the boy before instead.
But from the way Harry crumpled further in misery, Sirius had the feeling he had not helped manage to reassure his godson any bit.
Sirius' eyes softened, pity rearing up at his godson's demeanour despite the implications of the boy's words still leaving his heart to beat frantically in panic at what must have gone down before Harry came to him for advice. He decided however, that neither he nor Harry were prepared at all to talk about the matter at the current moment.
"Tell you what, let's get you over with your shower first."
Sirius waved his wand at the door located to the left of his room. It creaked opened under his silent spell.
"The bathroom's there. You take your time to shower and I'll have fresh clothes spelled over once you're done. Then we'll talk as you wanted while we have breakfast together. How does that sound?"
Harry gave a small smile, finally dropping his hands away from his face.
"Sounds like a plan, Siri."
Sirius smiled.
"Go on then. Go take that cold shower you wanted."
Harry did as he was told but hesitated at the threshold of the bathroom. Sirius tilted his head when the teen gave him a frown over his shoulder.
"No harassing my boyfriends while I shower, ok?"
Sirius pouted. Harry's glare intensified.
"Sirius," he warned.
"Ok, ok. I won't do anything till we finish our heart-to-heart," he grumbled miserably.
Harry rolled his eyes and closed the bathroom door behind him.
Sirius sighed once he heard the shower running. Mentally, he was freaking out over the conversation he was to have with his godson. A conversation about the birds and the bees – the gay version.
Sirius face palmed.
"Right. This comes with being the godfather job," he thought silently to himself, smacking himself over for never realising the matter sooner.
He kept forgetting Harry was already a teenager. (Did Sirius mention how much he loathed Azkaban and the way it screwed his mind over?) Harry needed to have these talks for his own good. Especially now that he was in a relationship.
Padfoot growled unhappily at that last bit.
A relationship with magical twins no less.
Padfoot was snarling now. Sirius ignored his internal Grim, not having the time to entertain an internal conflict. He had less than say ten minutes before Harry would reappear, freshened and expectant for "advice".
Sirius grimaced.
Goodness, he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of having The Talk with Harry yet. If Lily had been alive, she would have hexed him into the next century and back for his lapse.
"Where the bloody hell is Moony when you need him?" he thought desperately.
Merlin, he was not the best man for this job at all.
"No. You have to be good. You are Harry's godfather. Get a grip on yourself for Merlin's sake, Black," he thought desperately.
He cleared his throat.
"Right. I am Harry's godfather. Lily and James chose me. I can do this," he muttered to himself absently.
Taking a deep breath, Sirius called out for his house elf, squashing away his hatred for it. He really did not have the time to make breakfast with Harry coming out of the bathroom in a few minutes. Otherwise, he would have happily ignored Kreacher's existence like he had been doing all this time.
Kreacher, meanwhile, appeared with the usual crack at his call, shooting him a vile look and muttering vulgarities under his breath silently, unable to curse after Sirius having explicitly told him not to.
He glared at the elf in disgust.
"Kreacher, I want you to prepare breakfast for two in ten minutes. Properly. No slacking or trying to sabotage the food in any way," he ordered to the creature sternly.
Kreacher scowled.
"As Master wishes. Kreacher will have it laid out at the dining table –"
"No Kreacher," Sirius interrupted. "I'm having breakfast with Harry in my room. Serve it over to the room when you're done preparing it."
Kreacher's face went blank.
"Master is having breakfast with the Heir?"
Sirius blinked, surprised. Harry was his heir in all rights, yes. Sirius had already left a will leaving everything to the child since escaping Azkaban.
But he hadn't realised that Kreacher had caught on to that fact.
"Yes Kreacher. Harry is indeed the heir for the Black line," he told the elf warily.
Kreacher blinked in surprise.
"The Heir is the Black heir too?" the elf asked shocked.
Sirius was now totally confused. Had Kreacher not meant that the first time round? What –
"Kreacher will have breakfast served in ten minutes," Kreacher spoke out suddenly and firmly to him, face clear of any antagonism for the first time in years since Sirius had run away from Grimmauld at sixteen.
The elf then vanished away with a loud pop, leaving Sirius blinking at thin air.
The Grim Animagus sighed.
"This is going to be a long day," he mumbled under his breath. "I can just feel it."
What happened a rough 30 minutes back:
Harry wasn't sure exactly of what to do when he woke up – for the first time in his life honestly – aroused. It was a pleasant yet confusing situation to him. It wasn't that he hadn't been aroused before in his life.
He wasn't that clueless. Not at all.
Masturbation was something that all the boys in his dorm were familiar with. Fantasising over girls was something he was guilty of along with his dormmates. It was where he got most of his (little) knowledge about relationships from, unfortunately. (He shuddered to even think about how the conversations in the dorm were going to evolve with the coming years as the other boys grew bolder in their relationships.) And Harry did have the occasional crush that stirred something within him strongly enough to – well wank to put it crudely.
But he hadn't really experienced the feeling when it came to appreciating the males of the human species. It was honestly exactly the same as when he crushed on a female.
Yet somehow so different.
Harry licked his lips nervously as he stared up at George's face from where he was pressed up against the older teen's chest. Up so close, he could distinguish each freckle on the redhead's face better. They dotted across his cheeks and nose almost like stars across the midnight sky, standing out boldly on George's otherwise clear skin.
It was a pretty sight, Harry personally thought.
The heat between his legs intensified. Harry resisted the urge to groan.
Merlin, this was not how he wanted to wake up. Not at all. Especially not while sandwiched between the Weasley twins.
Taking in a deep breath, Harry leant tried to lean backwards discreetly, knowing George, unlike Fred, was a light sleeper who would easily wake up at the slightest disturbance. If he got anymore aroused, he was certain George would wake up due to the feeling of something constantly poking at his stomach.
Harry blushed.
"God damn it, I'm acting like one of those female protagonists from the trashy romance novels Aunt Petunia reads," he thought silently, swallowing down another groan – this time caused by sheer embarrassment.
Desperate now to avoid any possibility of George waking up to see him all hot and bothered, Harry shifted backwards more. A bad move he found out a moment later. Because he didn't account for one Fred Weasley, who was laying behind him, to grunt in his sleep when Harry's head pressed against his chest. And promptly throw arm around Harry.
That wasn't the worst of it at all however.
Fred Weasley, even when sleeping, had to obviously make life more difficult for poor Harry since the boy didn't simply stop at spooning him. No. Fred's arm, when thrown over Harry's hips, fell onto none other than Harry's arousal and the redhead, being the devil he was, went ahead and caressed it.
Harry let out the breath he had been holding, startled. His breath fanned across George's face as blood rushed up to his cheeks and he watched in rising horror as the redhead before him started to stir.
"Uh–oh," he thought, torn between the pleasure Fred was trailing below his hips and the humiliation he knew was incoming with George's return to reality from dreamland.
"I am screwed. Absolutely screwed."
George's eyes fluttered open slowly. Brown orbs flecked with green took his face in blearily.
"Morning, Harry," George mumbled as he yawned.
Harry gave a weak smile.
"Morning George," he breathed back, praying George would not look down.
And that Fred would just move his bloody, evil, heavenly hand away soon. He never had anyone else touch him there and he was terrified.
Very aroused and excited yes, but also bloody terrified.
George, oblivious to Harry's dilemma threw a hand over his waist and pulled him towards his chest possessively.
"Cuddle me too, love," George muttered, hugging him close.
If Harry was red before, he was crimson now. Bright red, burning crimson.
Back in the position he had started off since waking up, he felt the heat within him intensify again, worsened by Fred's sinful touches. It was a miracle that George had yet to realise his situation. But Harry knew the redhead wasn't going to remain oblivious for long. A quiet, intense desire was building ever so slowly under his skin and Harry was finding it hard to repress all the emotions overcoming him.
For Merlin's sake he was new to this stuff. Couldn't the twins let him be? The stupid, handsome, devil incarnates. Ugh. The fact that they were doing this to him without even realising only made it more unfair in his opinion.
Harry bit his lip.
It wasn't that he disliked whatever it was that he was feeling. But he was afraid. For Harry, contact had mostly meant bad for most of his life. In Hogwarts, no one had raised his hand to beat him sure but no one had given him hugs or cuddled him or kissed him or anything either. Save for that few hugs he shared with Hermione and Mrs Weasley when either of those two women became overcome with emotions. Even during group huddles after a Quidditch win, Harry had always made sure to weasel out of staying in someone else's grasp for too long.
Some things just took time to overcome.
The past few days with the twins however, certainly had changed things a bit.
Perhaps it was because their constant teasing from back at the forest had made him sort of expect their advances. Or maybe it was because he did trust the twins a lot, right after Ron and Hermione. But he had gotten used to Fred and George's casual touches. He looked forward to them, he would even admit. Yes, he was still terrified when they came near him (though he hid it well) and often times he got confused if the thundering in his heart was due to his aversion to touch or simply the fact that the twins were gorgeous examples of the human male species. But Harry couldn't deny that he liked it. Liked that he could for once be on the receiving end of such positive touch without needing to fear that it would leave him in pain or broken bones. And the twins weren't like Hermione or Mrs Weasley who only hugged him when meeting him after a long time or when they were worried about him. No, the twins kept touching him. One-sided hug, light caresses, tousling his hair and many other subtle things. It was – It was nice.
But was he ready to take it even farther in such a short time?
Harry licked his lips nervously.
He was curious honestly. He wanted to know where this would lead – if the twins were willing of course. And he had never felt pleasure like this before. It was very different from when he was touching himself down there.
There was something more, something electrifying when it was the twins who were doing the touching.
Fred's hand gave another stroke and George's breath fanned across his neck lightly.
Harry lost it.
He moaned. The sound left his lips in a raspy manner, raw and unrestrained.
Harry flushed. Never did he think he would ever had made such a sound in his life. He felt vulnerable all of a sudden.
George's eyes snapped back open from where they had been almost closed, brown orbs somehow startling clear for someone who had been on the brink of sleep.
Harry cursed George and his light sleeping ways in his mind though a part of him also waited anxiously at how George was going to react.
"Harry?" came the redhead's voice, tinged with concern and curiosity.
Below his waist, Fred's arm was still doing their sinfully pleasurable caressing. Harry moaned again and buried his face onto George's neck, too humiliated to respond and yet too intoxicated with pleasure to try and stop Fred.
He was starting to wonder if the boy was actually awake and was just teasing him on purpose. He wouldn't put it past Fred. And he was starting to berate himself for even thinking that indulging his curiosity in this matter would end well.
Absently, he felt George shifting a bit and then suddenly Fred's hand was gone. Fred gave a sleepy grumble behind him as his hand was repositioned away from Harry. Meanwhile Harry whimpered, unprepared for the abrupt stop of Fred's ministrations.
Merlin something was wrong with him to keep changing his opinions like that.
"Make a decision Potter. You want to be touched or not?" he snapped at himself mentally.
A hand at his chin distracted him from his thoughts. He blinked as his face was guided upwards so that George could look him in the eye.
"You alright Harry?"
Harry averted his gaze and gave a shaky nod. He was embarrassed to admit that a big part of him wished that George hadn't stopped Fred. Despite the terror that came with the novelty of his situation, Harry wasn't going to lie. He liked whatever it was that had happened. He liked it a lot.
It was thrilling.
Humiliating and overwhelming, sure. But thrilling too.
Some part of him wondered exactly what Fred would do to him awake if he could already wreak havoc on his senses when asleep.
He blushed.
"Shouldn't have thought that," he thought. "Bad brain. Shouldn't have thought that at all."
Aware of how George was drinking in all his expressions with a keen eye, Harry buried his head back into the redhead's chest with a groan. His arousal had yet to go away and perhaps it was the fact that George had yet to speak or tease him, but Harry was feeling rather bold.
Ok, fine. He was just feeling desperate which in turn made him recklessly bold.
That burning under his skin had yet to go away and a big part of Harry wanted to be touched again. Quickly. Without interruption.
Now that he was getting a taste of positive touch – romantic at that – he didn't want it to stop so abruptly. Because what if he never got this again?
That pessimistic part of his brain was helpfully pointing out how his life often never had good things lasting for long. So, who was to say this relationship with the twins were going to last for long? Sure, the twins were kind and trustworthy and genuinely cared for him.
But Harry wasn't naïve. He knew break ups existed in the real world. He was aware that this was his first ever romantic relationship with anyone, unusual as it was since it was with two boys. It was likely going to face many hurdles due to that oddity in itself. And he knew first relationships were not guaranteed to end in happily ever afters in real life.
A pang shot through his heart at that thought. He couldn't even start to imagine how he would face the twins or the other Weasleys if he and twins broke up in the future.
He shook his head mentally, shaking himself from that train of thought.
"No point in worrying over a future that has yet to come to pass," he thought.
What mattered more was the now. And the now involved an awake George and his flushed self who was rather needy for touch.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, Harry knew he was going about this whole thing a bit too irrationally. Perhaps it was not exactly healthy for him either, to not exercise impulse control when this was his first time for such an experience.
Alas, desire was still burning hot in his veins. And logic was not the one steering the reigns in his head.
So desperate as he was, Harry gave into what his heated-up body was urging him to do. He bucked up towards George's hip without control or warning. George's surprised gasp and the way the boy's own body aroused at that action did not help matters for Harry.
Harry looked up to lock gazes with hazel brown orbs.
"Harry," George's voice was coated in surprise. "What –"
"Touch me," Harry cut in, voice breathy and a touch needy. "Please."
George stared in blatant shock at him.
"W- what?"
"T- touch me," he repeated, voice softening as his confidence dwindled at having to repeat the embarrassing request.
Harry stared desperately into George's eyes, hoping the older boy would understand.
"Are you sure?"
Harry nodded, letting out a shaky breath.
"I – I liked it," he confessed, shyly. "When Fred w – was touching me…"
Harry averted his gaze at the teasing lilt that blossomed on George's lips. But George lifted his head up with a finger again.
"But you're terrified too, little one. I can see it in your eyes."
Harry deflated, unable to argue against that. He was terrified in all honesty. But the curiosity in was more overwhelming.
Still, if George didn't want to touch him – and why exactly did that make him sad? God damn it – then he really couldn't do anything about it, could he?
A thumb caressing his cheek diverted his attention back to George.
"We'll take it slow, alright?"
Harry blinked and barely registered the meaning of the words before he found lips pressed against his own. His eyes widened and hope bloomed in his chest.
George pulled him closer and Harry didn't resist. His eyes fluttered close as that heat within him intensified again. He felt something hard poke against his stomach and Harry grinned into the kiss, happy that George returned the want that was coursing through Harry himself.
George shifted, pushing himself over Harry slightly. The pressure against his lips increased and Harry melted even more into George.
If he had to describe it, Harry would say that the kiss was sweet and mild. His heart was racing, yes, and every part of him seemed to be on alert. He was hyper aware of the way George's right arm wrapped around his torso, of the way George's other hand was gently caressing his hair. But he also knew somehow that George was starting slow as promised, just testing the waters.
George pulled back a moment later and Harry sighed in disappointment. He opened his eyes to meet amused hazel eyes.
"Liked that?" George asked, voice teasing.
But there was a touch of seriousness underneath it, Harry noted.
He nodded shyly.
"You taste like chocolate and strawberries," he told the older boy with a small grin.
George smiled.
"And you taste like plums and sugar."
Harry grinned wider at that.
"Well, I'm glad. It would have been awkward if I had morning breath while you tasted divine."
Harry stilled when George started to chuckle and groaned miserably.
"I didn't mean to say that out loud," he muttered.
"Don't worry, Harrykins. You're rather adorable when you make a blunder."
Harry gave George a mock scowl. The older teen smiled more at that and pressed his forehead against Harry's.
"So, do you want to taste more of strawberries and chocolate?"
Harry grinned.
"Yes," he replied breathily.
George smirked at his immediate response but obediently pressed his lips against Harry's again.
And this time, the redhead went a little further with their kiss.
Harry felt his heartbeat quicken even more when he felt something soft and wet swipe against his lips. Curious and excited, he parted his mouth, allowing George's probing tongue entry. His hips meanwhile bucked out of instinct against the older boy's. The redhead grinned against his lips and Harry felt heat bloom at his cheeks.
He was distracted however when his tongue met George's.
Harry couldn't have stopped the moan that left his throat even if he had tried.
The sensation was strange, he would admit. Having someone else tongue against his was certainly novel to him. And very much weird. But he would be lying if he said that it was not pleasurable. There was something about the whole thing that just made him feel heady and the heat that was within him threatened to consume his whole being.
A groan left Harry's lips. If he had any clarity left in his mind, Harry would have wished the earth would swallow him whole (and he would have gotten his wish, considering his new connection with nature). But as it was, he didn't have that. So, he rather happily let loose the guttural noises that wished to escape his throat.
George was engaging him in a lax battle for dominance now, pressing and pushing gently against his mouth, teaching him how to tug and push. Harry noted each twist and turn of the strange dance within his mouth obediently, body trembling at the feelings the experience evoked in him. The whole affair was slow. Sensuous. And glorious, in Harry humble, novice opinion.
The heat within him was building up to a fever pitch.
Harry groaned needily and pulled George closer to him.
The redhead responded by cutting their coaching session short so that he could take over Harry's mouth.
Harry hummed appreciatively as George dominated him, not at all bothered by how spectacularly he lost once George stopped holding back. He saw it coming anyway with how inexperienced he was.
As George explored his mouth, Harry ran his hands up the boy's chest, shamelessly feeling the sturdiness of George's chest despite the clothes between them. He grinned at how a shiver ran down George's body at his action though the redhead didn't let him feel smug for long. Harry gasped in shock when George bit down on his tongue gently and sucked on it firmly.
He lost the last bit of restraint in his self.
Harry pulled George towards him with a needy growl, shifting himself to the right and flattening his back against the mattress. George hissed into mouth as he found himself straddling the raven-haired teen, hips rubbing against one another at the action.
"Harry!" George rasped as he pulled away from the teen.
Harry was having none of that. He pulled George back down to him with a groan, brazenly pulling the older boy's tongue into another dance with his own. George entertained him for a few moments, a groan spilling from the older boy's lips despite George's restraint. But he forcefully pulled away much too soon (in Harry's opinion).
Harry whined in response and opened his eyes to glare sullenly at the redhead who had gone on to even clasp both his hands together so that he wouldn't pull George down for a kiss again. He pouted as George levelled back a stern look at him.
"Come now, don't be like that," George told him, voice still breathy and low.
The older teen bent forwards to catch his lower lip between his teeth playfully. Harry inhaled sharply and blushed.
"Damn, I've been blushing too many times in one morning," he thought absently.
George released his lip and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips with a sigh.
"We should take things slow, little one."
Harry blinked up at his boyfriend – wasn't that a wonderful word, he thought – and tilted his head.
"This isn't slow?" he asked with faux innocence.
George rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his lips and a knowing look in his eyes. Harry stared back sweetly at the teen, unabashed at being caught. He knew – sort of – that they had taken things a bit faster than the "slow" George had been aiming for. But he didn't really regret it.
He enjoyed it way too much to regret it. In fact, Harry was starting to wonder why he had been so hesitant at the beginning at all.
(Let it be known that the rationale side of Harry's brain has long been buried away by now. It is screaming to be let out but – um – Harry is rather preoccupied to notice it or it's well-meaning warnings…)
"No Harry. We're still at first base sure, but you're letting your excitement get the better of you, love."
Harry blinked, the meaning behind George's words escaping him. He vaguely remembered Dean mentioning something like first base last year. But he had been a bit preoccupied with surviving the next task of the Tournament to listen properly.
Considering all the context, Harry supposed that the phrase was some form of euphemism. Using the baseball sport. He wondered how that had caught on in the wizarding world of all places though. Wizards generally tended to have no knowledge of many muggle sports. Must have the been the influence of the muggleborns.
"But I like it," Harry told George matter-of-factly, retuning his attention to his boyfriend.
His redheaded, freckle-faced, gorgeous boyfriend. Whom he wished would just continue kissing him in all honesty. Because talking was cooling Harry down and he didn't want to cool down. He wanted that hotness in his veins to continue for while longer, encompassing him in this new, heady haze that he rather enjoyed experiencing with George close to him.
George smirked down at him.
"Oh, I think I understood that very clearly little one," George replied back huskily, moving his hips pointedly.
Harry mewled at the sinful heat that pulsed beneath his waist. It had lessened (unfortunately) but it was still there (thankfully).
"George," he whispered pleadingly. "Just kiss me again please."
George grinned at him but didn't move.
"I'm afraid I cannot, little one."
"Why not?" Harry asked, confused.
George didn't get the opportunity to reply to him.
"That would be because I would hex him to next week and back if he kisses you again, love."
Harry whipped his head to his left to meet Fred's serious amber-green eyes.
"F-Fred," he stuttered out. "Um – good morning?"
Amusement shone brightly in the younger twin's eyes at Harry's embarrassed greeting.
"Oh, it is a good morning indeed, Harrykins," Fred replied with a teasing smile. "I mean while I don't like it that Georgie here has become your first kiss, I'm not going to lie. Watching you flustering and floundering was a rather pleasurable sight."
Harry blushed crimson at that and noted belatedly that there was a noticeable tent near Fred's waistline. With an embarrassed whine he covered his face.
Above him George laughed.
Harry glared at the redhead from behind his fingers. George, unfortunately, was not the least bit intimidated.
"You know brother dearest, this is honestly your fault," George told Fred with a smirk as he casually lowered himself to lay on top of Harry.
But the redhead took some care to tilt his weight to his left shoulder so as to not suffocate Harry underneath him. Harry meanwhile, turned his head away to face Fred, uncertain if he could keep himself from closing the distance between him and George if he kept staring up at the older boy's lips.
Those red, soft, wicked lips.
"When did I get this horny?" Harry thought to himself.
Fred raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" he drawled. "Do enlighten me then brother. Whatever did I do to encourage you to steal little Harrikin's first kiss?"
Harry blinked. He had never thought he would see Fred level a glare at George that contained actual anger. Granted it wasn't very intense but still. He'd never seen any real friction between the two before, no matter how mild. A small worry lodged itself in Harry's heart. But he was distracted from it when George replied to Fred's question.
"Well, the answer to that would be that you fondled the poor boy in your sleep, Freddie."
Fred blinked.
Harry closed his eyes in embarrassment.
"George!" he hissed in betrayal.
Fred did not need to know that. No. Not at all.
"I did what now?" Fred asked.
Harry opened his eyes to see the younger twin still blinking in confusion.
"Fondled him while you slept, Freddie," George repeated cheerfully. "As in caressed the boy's morning wood in your sleep. Poor Harry was very much hot and bothered."
"George!" Harry growled angrily.
Harry was certain that he had blushed enough to last a lifetime. If this kept on, he would only burst in flames from all the embarrassment. He had no more room for blood to pump up to his face.
Damn these Weasley twins. Why did they have to be his crushes? His bloody boyfriends? He was going to combust at their antics and attention before he even reached his majority.
Fred meanwhile blinked again before a smirk blossomed on his lips. Harry mentally groaned. He was going to die of embarrassment for whatever that came next, he was sure.
"Alright then, shove off Georgie."
Harry watched silently as Fred shifted closer to him and George. George meanwhile pouted at his twin.
"But I don't want to."
Fred gave his twin a deadpan stare and promptly pushed him off Harry. George rolled away with a laugh while Harry watched the whole scene with some concern.
"Gee, no need to get possessive, Freddie. There's plenty of Harry to go around."
"Yeah, no. That ended when you took too much of Harry for the past fifteen minutes or more," Fred replied, miffed.
Harry covered his face with an exasperated sigh.
"I'm not some piece of meat you guys," he mumbled out loud.
The feeling the mattress dipping on either side of his head made him pause and he gingerly lowered his hands to meet the sight of brown orbs with amber-green flecks staring at him heatedly. Fred, Harry realised, was very much doing a plank over his body.
Harry swallowed.
"If you ever see yourself from our perspective, love," Fred told him with a hungry look in his eyes, "You'll reconsider those words."
Then the redhead straddled his hips and smashed his lips to Harry's.
Harry gasped, taken aback by the swiftness with which Fred claim the first kiss between them. Fred shameless took the opportunity his shock presented to enter his tongue into Harry's mouth, pushing against Harry's own tongue without hesitation. Harry's eyes rolled back as his eyes shut themselves in pleasure.
Kissing Fred was completely different from George. Harry thought that it was likely because, unlike George, Fred wasn't keeping the kiss at a slow and steady pace. Rather the teen kissed him with some form of urgency, swallowing up the moans and whimpers he elicited from Harry with fervour. Fred didn't wait to let Harry take in the intimate movements between their tongues like George. No, Fred mercilessly devoured and dominated him instead, exploring his mouth with brazen passion.
Harry absently thought that it was a good thing they were on the bed. He was feeling so very lightheaded that if the twins had kissed him while he was standing, he would have collapsed to the floor by now. The heat under his skin, which had been dampened during the conversation Fred and George had, returned with vengeance.
Fred then rolled his hips without warning. Harry groaned in pleasure, arms shooting up to circle around the redhead's neck. He tangled his fingers in Fred's head and pulled him down more towards him, caught up in the racy pace that Fred had been setting. Hot fiery desire sung though his veins and logic abandoned him again. (Who needed rationality anyways?)
Harry tugged at Fred's hair and bucked his hips upwards, doing actions more out of instinct that anything else. Fred's responding grunts only served to embolden him. He moaned into the younger twin's mouth when Fred rolled his hips again.
"I was right after all," Harry thought. "Fred can do much worse to me when he is awake."
Harry grinned into their heated kiss. He rather liked Fred awake, he decided.
It was only when Harry thought he was actually going to faint from the lack of air that Fred pulled away from him. Harry took in a shuddering breath.
Unfortunately (read: fortunately in Harry's opinion) Fred was not done with his ministrations.
Harry almost forgot to breathe, wasting his previous efforts of gulping in air, when the teen straddling him started to trail wet kisses on his neck, pulling down the collars of his pyjamas while doing so. Heart racing at the new sensations this change in activity was bringing him, Harry tilted his head to the right, allowing Fred to have a better angle. The effort resulted in Fred very much finding his sweet spot quickly.
Very, very quickly.
"Fred!" Harry gasped out, eyes shooting open when Fred's tongue brushed across that sensitive, sweet patch of skin near his neck and shoulder.
For a brief moment, everyone, including Harry, stilled at his outcry, surprised perhaps that he had moaned out an actual, coherent word than incomprehensible noises. Then he felt Fred smirk into his neck. Harry's heart thundered at that – it was never good when one of the Weasley twins smirked, did he mention that? – and the flush on his cheeks worsened.
It did not help him at all that one George Weasley was staring straight into his eyes with a look that screamed he was hungry.
That comment on 'I'm not a piece of meat' decided to re-enter Harry's mind.
"Bad timing brain," Harry thought weakly.
All his thoughts however came to an abrupt stop when he felt a sharp sting on his neck. Harry hissed more out of surprise that Fred had bitten – actually bitten, for god's sake – him than due to the pricking, used as he was to dealing with more intense pain than a bite. He relaxed however when Fred returned to suck that spot gently, tongue providing a soothing, wet pressure. Harry wasn't sure what to think when the whole affair actually made him more turned on.
"Who the hell bites people like that?" he thought, even as his eyes fluttered in pleasure at Fred's actions. "And why the hell do I like it so much?"
Fred sucked on that same spot he bit again and Harry got the obvious answer. Pleasure travelled down his spine, sending shivers down his body that all ended right at his groin. His vision blurred under the hazy heat overwhelming him.
Harry thought he could get used to Fred and George's touches if this was the feelings that got him.
Something moist registered on his senses out of the blue, distracting him. Harry stilled slightly. Fred chose the time to adjust himself, creating friction against both their hips again.
Harry's eyes flew open in realisation and he shot up from the bed with a squeak.
"Whoa –"
Fred swayed backwards, not expecting Harry's sudden rising. George reached out to steady his twin automatically. Then the twins stared at Harry in concern.
Harry meanwhile forgot about the twins momentarily.
He was rather preoccupied with the wetness between his legs. Wetness that he knew only came after a long time of fantasising alone in his dorm bed. A long, long time.
Harry blinked, finally registering his body's state. The tightness in his pants, the growing dampness between his legs, that heat that was pooled up in his abdomen, tempting him to loosen up.
"Merlin. I- I've never gotten here this fast before," he thought to himself, surprised yet not.
That logical part of his brain had finally resurfaced and was helpfully connecting him to his common sense again.
"If we kept this up, would I have gone through an orgasm too?" Harry wondered.
(His inner rationality, if it had a face, would have gave him a deadpan stare by now.)
Harry paled slightly. Is that where this would have led? An actual orgasm?
Suddenly, the nervousness that he had experienced at the start reared its ugly head with vengeance.
Goodness he liked what he had been doing with the twins but he wasn't ready at all for them to see him have a bloody orgasm. From just kissing them at that.
He didn't know that was possible. How the hell did just kissing get him close to an orgasm?
Harry bit his lip, suddenly realising how idiotic he had been. He knew nothing about such matters and he had gone ahead and indulged himself in his curiosity and excitement. For Merlin's sake George had warned him to take it slower and he hadn't heeded the boy's advice.
"And now I'm being a chicken," he thought miserably.
What would the twins think of him to be suddenly getting cold feet just because he found himself getting too hard and excited?
Wait the twins –
Harry looked up to see Fred and George staring at him worriedly. He cursed himself.
"Sorry," he muttered with an awkward smile, unsure how to explain himself.
Damn, he had cut them short in the middle of a passionate snog. What kind of a boyfriend was he?
"Harry? Are you –" Fred started.
" – alright?" George finished.
Both Fred and George reached out a hand each towards him.
Harry shifted back, embarrassed, averting his eyes from the both of the twins. He missed the hurt that flashed through their faces, too wrapped in his conflicting thoughts.
"I – uh, need to go," he muttered to them absently, making to move off the bed.
A hand at his wrist stopped him.
"Harry if we did something against your –"
"No," he interrupted Fred. "Not at all. You guys were great! I just uh – I need to just go and – Sirius!" Harry exclaimed suddenly, "Yes Sirius would help me –"
He shrugged his hand away from Fred's grasp absently. But George latched onto him instead.
"What help? What happened? We can help you too, Harry."
Harry blinked at George's words, then turned red.
"Yeah, no. I think I'll be better off with Sirius for what I need right now," he muttered. "You guys can't help –"
"Don't lie to us little one. You are obviously bothered by something that we did," George said sternly.
"Tell us what that you didn't like. We'll make sure not to make you uncomfortable again – "
"It's not you two, really!" Harry cut in, interrupting Fred again. "Honest. I just need to go find Sirius and um – talk. Yes. Talk is what I need," Harry finished off absently.
He tried to pull away from George's grasp.
"Let me go, George."
"No," George replied.
"Not until you tell us what we did wrong," Fred added on.
Harry stared at the twins' stubborn faces and sighed.
"Well then you leave me no choice."
Back to the present:
Sirius stifled a grin.
"What?" Harry snapped.
"So, you're telling me, you left the twins tied up by vines when you bolted in a panic that was induced by realising you had precum leaking from your di–"
"Can you not be so crude, Siri?" Harry cut in with a cringe, putting down the teacup he had been meaning to take a sip from.
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed or shy about, Harry. It's part of your anatomy and the whole process you experienced is natural. Especially when doing activities like kissing and petting."
Sirius grimaced at the last bit, hating that his godson had been doing said activities less than an hour before. He didn't care what Harry said, he was still too young to be doing all that in Sirius' mind.
Harry sighed.
"I know that."
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think so, pup. You wouldn't be here if you knew that."
Harry sighed again.
"Fine, I didn't know that."
Sirius tilted his head at his godson.
"Tell me pup, exactly what had you running here? From what you've been saying, you don't hate what you did with the twins. You enjoyed it even. And from what you've said, experiencing an orgasm isn't something entirely new to you."
Sirius leaned forward.
"So, what exactly scared you off?"
Harry bit his lip.
"I suppose it was just how far it went in the end," he confessed. "As in – I didn't think I'd actually get to a point where I would have almost had an orgasm. From just kissing."
Harry gave Sirius a confused frown.
"Back in the dorms, it took way longer to even get myself," Harry licked his lips, finding this whole talk awkward, "wet? If that is the term…"
Sirius shot the raven-haired teen an amused look.
"Yes, that is an appropriate way to describe things," he told the teen with a small grin.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Stop laughing at me, Siri," he muttered.
"I'm sorry pup," Sirius chuckled. "But you're so adorable, getting so embarrassed about just talking about this whole matter."
Sirius barked out a laugh.
"I can't actually imagine that you've been making out with the twins just an hour ago at this rate."
Harry scowled.
"Well don't imagine. I don't want you to even try and picture that. It'd be weird, with you being my godfather and all…"
Sirius laughed harder at that for some reason, though at the back of his mind he reminded himself that he needed to have a serious conversation with two redheads that were born on April 1st, like the fools they were.
"Are you done already?" Harry asked him with an unimpressed expression.
Sirius controlled himself.
"Right," he started. "To enlighten you, pup, yes, you can get to an orgasm with just kissing. Especially when said kissing also involved some serious grinding from what you were recounting."
Harry averted his eyes as pink dusted his cheek.
"And as for why you got there so fast, it's probably due to all that stimulation you got from the twins' presence and touch. I reckon, considering your innocence and pretty much lack of experience," Sirius smirked at the way Harry turned red again, "Your wanking materials aren't that great. Most of what you do is imagine, pup. And that can only get you so far when you don't even know what exactly to imagine."
Harry didn't say anything. He didn't really have anything to add.
"Plus, this was your first time, pup. I'm not surprised you didn't last long. Or almost didn't last long, considering you didn't finish up what you started," Sirius ended off in a mutter.
The man yelped when a pillow smacked him in the face.
"What was that for?" he cried out.
Harry shrugged.
"Felt like it."
Sirius gaped.
"Pup I'm your godfather. Show me some respect – eek."
Sirius dogged the second pillow that flew his way.
"Never mind," he muttered.
Harry smirked. Sirius gave a mock scowl.
"So, any more queries, pup?"
Harry bit his lip.
"What is it?" Sirius asked gently.
"About this whole relationship, Sirius –" Harry looked up at him worriedly. "Do you think – do you think the twins and I will last for the long game?"
Sirius' eyes softened at the vulnerability in his godson's eyes.
"I mean, realistically speaking, I know we may not. But I'd rather we do and well, I'm maybe a bit terrified that I'll botch it up or that – Merlin I'm sounding so much like the whiny females from Petunia's romance novels by the minute!"
Sirius barked out a laugh at that.
"Oh Harry," he mumbled.
Emerald eyes gave him a sheepish look.
"I can't tell you for certain, if you and the twins will last all the way, pup," he told the teen gently. "But from what I know, all three of you are decent people. I'm sure that if there ever comes a time that you find yourselves unhappy in your relationship, you'll let each other down gently. And I'm sure that while it will hurt, you guys will also learn to move on and live on."
Sirius reached over to ruffle his godson's hair.
"But don't worry about such a time that hasn't even come to pass pup – if it will even come that is. Focus on the now, Harry. Right now, you have two bloody good-looking and caring boyfriends. Your first ever relationship. And you're lucky enough that it's with people you actually trust. So, enjoy it. Learn to strengthen this bond you've created with the twins. And just be happy."
Harry gave a small grin.
"That was such a cringey speech but it helped, so thanks."
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Are you really ok with me dating the twins?" Harry asked curiously.
Sirius shook his head vehemently.
"No. Not one bit. I think you should only date once you've reached your hundreds, pup. It's the only age I think is good."
Sirius ignored the deadpan stare Harry shot at him for that.
"Seriously. Lovers are disgusting. Don't do it. Just say the word even now and I'll get rid of those twins for ya –" Sirius paused as a vine dangled menacingly at him from behind Harry. "I mean, if you want to, there's nothing wrong with dating the twins at this age. I suppose those two are not bad for boyfriend materials if I have to let you date someone…"
Harry smirked.
"Well, I'm glad I have your blessings, Siri," the teen told him cheerfully.
Sirius grumbled indistinguishable matters under his breath.
"You know –"
Sirius looked up as Harry started to speak, voice no longer retaining the jokey tone from before.
" – I'm kinda surprised you didn't throw a fit at the fact that I bat for the same team. Or that I'm seriously interested in two boys at the same time."
Sirius blinked as Harry looked up at him with a frown.
"Why is that Siri?"
Sirius was slightly puzzled at Harry not knowing the answer to such a simple thing. But he remembered that his poor godson had grown up in the muggle world for most of his life.
"Stupid Dursleys," he thought bitterly. "I'm killing them as soon as I find a way to do so without getting caught."
Inhaling softly, Sirius focussed his attention back onto his godson.
"Now how to reveal this news gently?" he thought. "This news that is very much going to rock poor Harry's muggle-raised perceptions of the world?"
Sirius gave a wicked grin. Harry, who had been keenly watching him, he realised, leaned backwards in his chair warily. Sirius' grin widened.
"Um Siri?" Harry probed gently. "You alright?"
Sirius smiled more.
"Pup dearest, are you aware of the fact that in the wizarding world, gay couples can knock each other up?"
Harry's jaw dropped in shock and Sirius cackled at the sight. It was the most hilarious thing he had seen in his entire life, in his opinion.
"I'm keeping this memory preserved in my family faults," Sirius vowed to himself silently.
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