And last, but definitely not least, chapter three. The final chapter, aren't you all just so happy?

Help From Twins - Part Three

George took a deep breath and started to speak, but found he couldn't help himself from getting toung tied.

Perhaps it isn't as easy to tell someone you're in love with them as I thought, he mused. "Well, you know how . no, you probably don't . oh, go on Fred, you're the eloquent one of us."

Fred gave his twin a look that suggested the other might as well be telling him that Snape liked to wear Muggle women's dresses and go to tea parties with Petunia Dursley. Harry giggled at that thought, which earned him curious glances from the twins, but he shook his head.

"So?" he asked instead, "What do you have to tell me?" Of course, he thought, I've a fairly good idea of what it is . Mum . please don't be wrong.

George and Fred looked at each other again and this time Fred took the initiative to talk.

"Harry . you see . well we . " He gave up and looked at George, "This just isn't working."

"No it's not."

"Reckon we'll have to show him?"

"I do."

"Harry," Fred said slowly, "I really hope you don't hate us for this."

Harry gave the twins a confused look.

"Why would I possibly hate you?"

They gave him no answer. Not a verbal one, at any rate. Instead, George leaned down swiftly and the next Harry knew he felt the older boy's lips on his.

Not that I'm complaining . well, Mum, I guess you were right . he thought absently, and focused on returning the kiss.

After a sweet eternity, although it was only a few minutes, George pulled and allowed Fred to take his place kissing Harry. Once again, Harry readily accepted and returned the kiss, leaving the older boy rather flustered when he pulled away.

"When did you learn to kiss like that?" Fred demanded.

Harry grinned, "Well, it's not like Ron and I that innocent, you know. The night of the Yule Ball last year, we didn't exactly enjoy our dates and decided that there was no way we were going to head into our fifth year having never once kissed someone . so, you know, we . well . "

He trailed off, blushing, and the twins burst out laughing.

"You mean," George gasped between laughs, "That our . little brother . taught you . to kiss."

"Well, I also taught him," Harry defended himself, blushing hotter.

The twins laughed a bit more, then sobered just long enough to joke a little more.

"Well, we'll have to make sure Ron doesn't get in the way, won't we?"

"I agree, Fred. What a disappointment this'll be for Ron, won't it?"

"Yes. We always do get to what he wants first, don't we?"

Then they nearly fell over laughing. Watching them, Harry felt contented, something that was not an overly common feeling to him. They were beautiful when they laughed, he decided, more so than they were regularly. The laughing subsided suddenly and both twins turned on Harry with twin feral smiles gracing their identical faces. He gulped.

"Uh . I'm not sure I like those looks your giving me . "

"That's besides the point, my dear boy," George grinned, "Because you're going to love what we do to you."

Oh my . did he just . yes he did . but .

Harry found himself unable to force his thoughts into any coherent pattern, and wasn't quite sure he wanted to at this point. As Ron had said, thinking too much would eventually get him into trouble, especially in a situation like this.

But, honestly, am I ready for this? . I still can't get Cedric's death out of my head . maybe it's too soon .

He found that he needn't have worried about anything, though, when the twins took his silence the right way.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Fred asked cautiously, "George was only joking, you know. We aren't going to try any of that so soon, we know you're probably still worried about You-Know-Who and Cedric and all that and . "

"Fred," Harry interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up. You're babbling."

"Oh," Fred grinned sheepishly, "Sorry, it's a bad habbit. George and I developed it a while back. Only happens when something happens to people we care about."

Harry grinned. Fred had just given him the perfect opportunity to wheedle three little words out of the twins. Three words he desperately needed to hear, words he had never heard enough, words he was sure he would never tire of hearing.

"Oh? Are you saying you care about me?" he asked, hoping to sound jokingly causal.

Fred and George took the bait, both turning on him.

"Are you daft?" George asked, "Of course we care about you? Why d'you think Fred was dropping by your house in the first place? We wanted to make sure you were holding up all right."

"Really," Fred continued, "For someone who's supposed to be famous, you're quite stupid. We love you, you idiot."

Harry looked up at Fred sharply, causing the older boy to clap his hands over his mouth.

"Repeat that?" he demanded.

"We. Love. You." George said, slowly and clearly.

Harry thought that he looked rather cute when he was flustered. Now that he thought about it, both twins looked cute, but then, they were mirror images of each other.

"Though it would be wonderful if you returned those feelings," George continued, "We are perfectly willing to accept it if you don't."

"George," Harry tried, but George wasn't listening.

"I hope you don't hate us, even if the feelings aren't mutual, we can still be friends, right?"

"Fred - "

Once again, he was unsuccessful.

"And Ron . you won't avoid him, will you? Because he'd be really hurt and -- "

"George!" Harry finally yelled, "Fred!"

"Yeah?" they chorused.

"You're babbling, and you're not letting me talk."

"Oh . sorry."

Harry smiled, nodded, and settled back against the pillows. "That's better. Now . no, I don't hate you, no, I'm not going to avoid Ron because of this, and yes, we can still be friends. As a matter of fact, I'd prefer to be more than friends." He trailed off shyly.

The twins stared.

"Did you just say . more? .You mean . " Fred asked.

"Did I or did I not kiss back, hmm? I love you, too. Both of you." Harry mumbled.

George gave a loud whoop and dived on top of Harry, Fred diving on both of them. Harry fought to return the hug and breathe at the same time. So this was what it felt like to be loved . it was a different feeling than his parents' love, it felt more like . like he was coming home.

Yeah, he thought, I'm home, that's what it is, I'm home.

~Finis~

So, that was the end. I hope you've all enjoyed it! If you have, let me know. If you haven't . well, you can let me know in a nice gentle fashion =^-^=