"Oh, don't stop your speech on our account," came a voice from the door. Harry
looked up to see Fred and George Weasley, Ron's twin older brothers standing at the door.
"Looks like ickle Ronnikins has finally discovered the family legacy. Really, Ron, if you're
gunna make out with a guy, at least learn how to lock your door. We figured that out a looong
time ago."
"What, do you two..." Harry started to ask.
"Not me and George together, obviously,"said Fred.
"Unless you count those threesomes with Lee, of course," said George.
"Thats true," replied Fred.
Ron and Harry looked at Fed and George again, then back to each other, then back to
the twins. "Are you two serious?" asked Ron.
"Well yeah. Didn't you know that about ninety five percent of all Weasleys end up
liking ther guys at at least one point in their lives. Even Percy went out with a Ravenclaw boy in
his fourth year. We have their picture in our room. He was kinda cute actually."
"Percy?" Ron asked, astounded. "You serious?"
"You wanna see the picture?" asked Fred, completely serious.
"No, I believe you," Harry said, turning slightly red. He WANTED Ron. He really did. Could the twins just go away!?
"Yeah, we'll look at it later," Ron said.
"Of course. You're in the middle of something. Tell us when your done. And give us every juicy detail!" warned George.
"We will!" Harry promised, half shouting.
Taking the hint, the twins left, but not before taking the time to lock Ron's door.
"Where were we?" asked Harry, sweetly.
"Right about here," Ron said, leaning forward once again, and locking lips with Harry. The kiss seemed almost infinite. Never end, Harry thought. Please...