Hey everyone,
Wow, looking back, I never really used the meaning behind this chapter's title to its full advantage. I blame the pairing. I am so crazy for HarryxLea, HarryxFred and HarryxGeorge, that I never gave the other pairings – LeaxFred and LeaxGeorge and all that – the love and honor they deserve. Though I definitely plan to change that and the conversation that takes place in this chapter is, to me, the perfect starting point for that.
Let's do this,
Venquine1990
Chapter 14
An Important Break
7th of August 1995
Grimmauld Place, London
Fred's POV
"I don't know who that new guy thinks he is, but if he thinks Harry is going to fall for him, he needs to get ready to fight. I know George and I are meant for Harry, his reactions to us since he came here and especially the looks he has been sending us since he came into his inheritance just outright prove that. We just have to get a minute to talk to him and see what he plans on doing. See where he thinks he stands and whatnot."
I think angrily, while knowing that part of my anger is because of all that woman has tried to do to Sirius, angering and insulting him like she did. And while I bless Sora and Riku for arriving when they did – because I sincerely don't want to have been there when that woman mentioned Azkaban – and while I definitely think their best friend is a lot of fun and that there other friends are also interesting, do I despise their team mate.
Yes, Lea definitely looks like a hot, amazingly well-toned man with hair that is so red it almost puts ours to shame, but he also has the looks of someone who knows others think him good-looking and takes advantage of that by flirting and dating whoever he pleases. And while I can't help the fact that I think his looks to be nicely attractive myself and know that George thinks the same, is that is the kind of guy I don't want around my Harry.
Harry's been through way too much and I still blame myself for the terrible things I did to him when he lost the 150 points, not to mention that I was forced away from defending him when that Bludger tried to take his head off and that George and I didn't find out about him saving Ginny until the morning after it happened. And when we found out what Harry discovered about Sirius after us giving him the Map, did it add to our growing guilt.
This all together with the discovery about Harry's newly found heritage, makes George and me more determined than ever to make sure nothing and no one – who isn't out of our league, which part of me fears this guy just might be – can hurt Harry. And therefore do George and I silently wait for the chapter to be over, before we both stand up, look Lea right in the eyes and ask as one: "Can we talk to you in the hallway?"
Our fellow redhead nods and George and I lead him up a few of the steps, me taking the rear and using my wand to make sure there is a field of Silencing spells between us and the doorway to the basement kitchen, if only to make sure that Harry doesn't hear us fight or hears us confessing to how we feel – at least not yet.
Then, about a quarter up the staircase, does George turn around, only to find Lea leaning against the left wall, which is without banister, with his arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face and his eyebrow raised up ever so slightly, which to us is only more confirmation that we are dealing with a self-centered prick. And as he turns to look from my brother to me, do I try to resist the way that his green eyes try to draw me in.
George's POV
I can't believe this guy. He's clearly able to see that we mean business with this talk and still he leans there against that wall as if he doesn't have a care in the world – as if our beliefs of him aren't important enough for him to care about. Hating this guy for his arrogance, do I try not to feel attracted to how his black cloths make his hair's red color shine or his green eyes stand out and instead I strongly say: "We need to talk."
To which the slightly older teen retorts: "Don't couples usually say that when they break up?" But I glare him silent and ignore the voice within that whispers: "I'd love to be a couple with you and Harry – without breaking up." As I say: "Listen, Lea." I make sure to emphasize his name if only to get some emotion out of him and his eyebrows do lower themselves in slight anger as he hears this, but I ignore this and continue my spiel as I say:
"We care for Harry way more than we let on and we know it. Harry means the world to us and Fred and I are 358% sure that we are destined for him as his mates by Empathic Veela bond. We've also been blaming ourselves for not being there for him when he needed us for long enough. But that was always for situations that were way out of our league and dealing with you isn't." Now the young adult raises his eyebrow and says:
"I didn't know I was a situation you had to deal with." But while my traitorous mind shows images of how Lea could create situations for us to deal with, does Fred then take over and says: "Well you are. We know your kind, Lea. You're good looking, handsome even, you know so and you take advantage of it. You flirt wherever you can, care nothing for other people's emotions and go from one fling straight to the next whenever possible."
To this I go on: "And that is something we will not allow you to try. Not with Harry. He has enough people just judging him based on one physical trait, he doesn't need you adding to that list." But instead of the young adult starting to laugh, opening his mouth to insult us or even starting a threat, does he simply turn his eyes skyward, angering me even further before he calmly says: "Wow, you two just got me all wrong."
This shocks the both of us and he says: "Let me tell you who I am. I used to be a young 9 year old, living in a town called Radiant Garden and dreaming of being the apprentice of our Leader, Ansem the Wise. I had a friend named Isa and together with him did I try all kinds of ways to approach Ansem and ask him to take us in. We also found out about a young girl who was part of Ansem's experiments and this made us want in even more.
It failed day in, day out, but one day we succeeded and we got in. It happened shortly after rumors about the Master having gone mad started running around and it was his first Apprentice, a young man named Xehanort, who had approached us and showed us the true results of their research. Next thing we knew, we had been changed.
Isa and I had discovered that something had happened to the girl we met and didn't want to get caught having snuck in as we wanted to find out what and wanted to save her if necessary. So we went along and that is how the Darkness took my heart, how I became a Heartless and how part of me lived as a Nobody for over a decade." This shocks both Fred and me and Lea seems pleased he has our interest as he says:
"My Nobody Axel even became friends with Isa's Nobody Saïx and – and don't tell Sirius this – Sora's Nobody, Roxas." Now both Fred and I are beyond shocked and I think: "How could someone like Sora lose himself to the Darkness? What about Riku? Does he have one? And does that mean that Roxas is a Veela too? And where is Roxas now? And could Riku's Nobody be meant for Roxas the same way Sora is for Riku?"
Lea then seems to read the questions off my face and says: "Axel and Roxas both became Renegades for the Organization, a group formed mostly out of the apprentices of Ansem the Wise and others. Roxas became one, because they were using him and Axel, because Roxas meant that much to him. And while Master Ansem himself was able to get Roxas and Sora back together, did my Nobody sacrifice himself to protect Sora."
Now I feel absolutely stupid as Axel must have done that out of the goodness of Lea's actual heart and I think: "Fred and I really owe him a huge apology." Before Lea says: "Axel died, my Heartless was already Slain and I returned to this body – this body that you see here – three years and four months ago – from the future. In fact, I'm pretty sure that Axel will be sacrificing himself in about two months from now and I will be reformed shortly after."
Now Fred and I have our heads hanging and Lea says: "Yes, I do know I'm good looking. Trust me, I had plenty of girls going after me in Radiant Garden after we defeated Master Xehanort, but they never caught my interest. Like Harry has those people out for him because of his scar and fame, did those girls only like me because I'm considered a hero. Harry has – and with that he has my loyalty. And I know he has yours as well and I respect that."
By now I have my hand in the back of my neck and I mutter: "Lea, we owe you an apology." But the man rolls his eyes again and says: "It's not the first time I've been accused of being a hot asshole." Now I have to hold back a snort and Fred says: "We never called you that." And Lea retorts: "No, but Jack has, plenty of times." And this time I accept the little voice within me telling me to hate this Jack person for calling Lea that.
Fred's POV
"Who's Jack?" I ask excitedly, feeling glad that we had been misjudging one of Sora's close friends this badly and that Harry might have a third Veela partner who will treat him as respectfully and lovingly as George and I are planning to and Lea answers: "A guy who's as good looking as I am, but on different grounds and who believes my good looks will steal his girl from him, even if she doesn't see me that way."
The guy shakes his head, part of me hating the fact that this keeps me from being able to see his gorgeous green eyes and says: "That guy has just too many self-confidence issues. I sometimes wondered if he was really that good-looking from himself. I know I got my good looks from all the training Axel went through when he worked for the Organization, but I never got why Jack looks so good and is still so insecure."
He shakes his head again, staring into the other wall as if it has all the answers and then George and I share a glance, knowing that Lea's self-confidence might be of help to us instead of the hindrance we thought it was and I say: "Jack's not the only one with that problem." Lea looks at me and I say: "Harry's the same. He'd sooner see the good in others than in himself and he barely ever accepts a compliment – even when he deserves it."
Lea sighs and says: "So why is he so insecure? A guy with those angelic looks –." But while I definitely agree that Harry looks just like an angel – and should be protected as well as something so precious – does then George say: "He didn't always look that way. Up until the day Sora came, he looked exactly like James, but then with different colored eyes." Lea nods and seems to visualize this, before he shrugs and says: "Still looks cute."
This makes George and me smile at each other and I say: "That's exactly what we think. We just want to wait until Harry is ready to come to us as we think he needs it as a way to boost his self-esteem. He has to believe he deserves to be with us – even if we think he has deserved that since he first became our little crush. And we've been crushing after him since we started realizing that we prefer our own gender over the other."
Now Lea laughs and says: "Now who's sounding overconfident?" But I shrug and say: "It's not overconfidence if you know it's for the best of your insecure beloved." And Lea nods at this, obviously in agreement as he asks: "So just send him small signs that we like him and leave the rest to him?" And both of us nod. Yet then Lea says: "Fine, but let's agree on one thing. Whoever he goes for first, the others will not get jealous." We nod again.
Lea's POV
"Do I feel glad we figured this whole thing out." Do I think as I see the two boys nod in agreement with my suggestion and while I feel stupid for giving them the same impression that makes it impossible for me to be friends with Jack – even if the guy has an amazing sense of humor – do I still feel glad to have the matters settled. At the same time do I think it quite the nice coincidence that there are quite a few similarities between the three of us.
"The biggest of them not even being our similar looks, but our protectiveness of our angel." I then look from one to the other quite closely as I want to be able to distinguish them at all times if we really are to start a relationship together with the little angel waiting for us downstairs and I got to admit that the differences are almost too easy to find – easy enough even that I find it stupid I haven't noticed them before.
Fred, who I believe is behind me, has some darker streaks of red in his fringe and has slightly thicker eyebrows, while his chin is only half an inch shorter than George's and his frame seems about a quarter of an inch taller. The last clear difference is that Fred's eyes shine with hidden wisdom and quite a bit of intelligence.
George on the other hand has slightly more hazel than amber brown eyes and has thinner eyelashes, while his eyes shine with mischief and a need to work hard. His shoulders are slightly stockier than his twins' and his fingers are ever so slightly thinner, while his fingernails prove that he is the worker of the two of them.
Amazed that those small differences can be so well hid by them speaking like one and them constantly sitting together, do I feel as if I just made a huge breakthrough in this house – one that will definitely help me get closer to who I am now quite sure are to be my partners for the rest of my life, which makes me smile widely. And when I notice that George is aware of my actions, do I send him a small wink, smirking at the light blush this causes.
George's POV
Lea might be leaning against the wall as if he doesn't have a care in the world and he might have turned serious while telling us his stories. Yet I can tell when someone is observing the both of us and wonder why Lea keeps looking at Fred intently for several minutes before turning around and doing the same with me. At the same time I can't help but admire his own looks, more willing to acknowledge them now that I got to know him.
Then I see his eyes flicker between my eyes and Fred's, my hair and Fred's and other things that I know differ me from my twin and when I see his eyes land on my finger nails, does a stroke of shock make my heart stop for just a second and I think: "He didn't." As no one has ever been able to see that most subtle difference between us. Harry has always been able to keep us apart, yet I always felt sure that that is for a completely different reason.
But then that same confident smile appears on the red-haired man's face and I feel my heart skipping another beat as spotting the differences between Fred and me was always one of the reasons why my twin and I had loved Harry so dearly and to know that someone else has that same talent really shocks me off my feet. I then spot him looking at me and he actually winks, having his face turned in such a way Fred can't see it and making me blush.
Sending a look at Fred, I see that my twin has also noticed Lea looking at my fingernails and the smile that hides the actual glee shining in my brother's eyes makes me know that Freddy is falling as hard for Lea as I am. Then I think: "Kind of go figure seeing how we're all falling for Harry like absolute fools of lovey-dovey wish-wash."
But I don't feel like a fool at all as I think of Harry, myself, Fred and Lea sharing the rest of our lives together and then I think: "Lea can help Harry personally, while we help him further expand the Potter fortunes. If that's what Harry wants of course." I then tilt my head and think: "Sure wonder what Harry wants to do after Hogwarts." As Harry never struck me as someone to just sit back and use his fortune to live off of or something.
And I ask: "Who wants to go ask Harry what he wants for his future?" And both Lea and Fred raise their hands as Lea asks: "What exactly are your plans?" And while the realization that – with that woman gone – our dreams have a new chance hits me, does Fred say: "George and I are inventors. We mostly invent joke products and advertise them by using them during parties. We want to open our own Jokeshop after Hogwarts."
Now Lea seems quite intrigued, his eyebrow this time raised in interest and a big smile on his face and while I take down the silencing spells – glad that Harry hasn't been able to hear us or our plans for him – and hoping that the same counts for Moody - does Lea say: "Sounds interesting. What exactly have you invented so far? And what do you mean using them during parties?" And Fred and I happily start talking as we walk back down.
Harry's POV (Again, really short, sorry)
I don't know what Fred and George wanted to talk to Lea about, but it seems that whatever had them worried when they left has now been settled. They now excitedly tell Lea all about the products they plan to sell, how they had a whole order list of items they were inventing and what they had been experimenting on as well as the few times they switched a couple of snacks around for their prank products and then used the showed results as advertisement.
Happy to hear my two favorite pranksters talk so lively about their dream, I feel confident that me giving them the money to open the Jokeshop – the 1000 Galleons I got for winning the Tri-Wizard Tournament last June – was a wonderful step for the two boys, who have more ambition together than all of their family combined. And the fact that they now no longer have that damned woman telling them to stop makes their dream all the more real.
"And you really want them getting along for when you tell them of your dream." A small voice says in the back of my mind and I hiss: "Shut it." Mentally pushing the voice away, even as it tries to remind me of how it felt, to be in that dream, to be almost completely naked and worshiped. Instead of that, am I trying not to blush as the three of them sit down in front of me, Lea in between the twins and turning his head whenever one of them stops talking.
Ron and the others seem amazed at how well Lea can respond to their Twin Speech and the little voice again comes back as it says: "Only mates can be that well-attuned to each other. That well-attuned to knowing how to listen to each other, body mind, heart and soul." But I simply ignore it, while trying not to show how happy it makes me to see that amazing, fiery redhead enjoy the presence of those brilliant and handsome twins.
Sirius' POV
Harry might be trying to fool himself, but he sure as hell doesn't fool me. The boy is currently in James' lap and while he is obviously enjoying the small position he has on James' lap, are his eyes focused on Lea sitting between the twins – and I know this is not because he fears that Lea will get in trouble with the two.
I've of course known since coming here that the twins have an eye on Harry and it was almost too easy to see that Harry fell for Lea upon first sight, but I still wonder if this relationship can even start off as Harry seems just too hesitant and shy to take the first step, which I unfortunately know is necessary with Empathic Veela. And yet at the same time do I wonder if Sora might be able to help his brother the same way Harry helped him.
Hoping I can get each of my sons alone as soon as possible, Harry to explain his role in this upcoming relationship and Sora to see if he's willing to land a hand, I remember the agreement we made on how far ahead we will read today and I say: "Is it okay if I take my son apart after the reading of the Hearing? I think he will be able to use some parental comfort after reading about that." Everyone nods and James smiles at me.
I personally feel blessed more than words can pronounce at the fact that my mate is back in my life and last night, I made that quite clear as I cuddled and hugged with James for minutes on end, the man even laughing when I jumped the bed he was lying in and laid myself so that my head was on his chest, curling circles on his abs. And the feeling of his form and body back against mine made me feel as if the last fourteen years never happened.
James had quickly hugged me back, pulled me up and kissed me lovingly, whispering how much of a torture it had been having to listen to that woman whine and complain about whatever was going on in her life as she apparently visited him once a month every month over the course of the last fourteen years and I had really felt for him. I had also imagined ways the man had might to get back at the woman if he got the chance and this amused me.
I had snuggled up to him and positioned us so that I was on my back and that James was on his side, leaning against my left and with his hand on my chest as one of my arms was around him and the other was behind my head. James had happily accepted this position and had actually kissed my chest before falling asleep. And the knowledge that, even after all these years, James felt this safe with me had helped me fall asleep.
I sigh as I remember that wonderful night and then hear that sweet, baritone voice whisper: "And many night are still to come, my Siri." Making me smile at James as we managed to develop a small mental bond between ourselves, one that reformed slightly last night, and he says: "You were zoning out, love. Kairi agreed with us not to call for another person until the chapter after this one and we agreed you should read next."
This makes me sigh as I had been hoping not to read until Harry arrived at Hogwarts, but then James whispers: "We just want to help you get past the terrible past you've had, love. We know you want to do the same for Harry, but you agreed to do this once the war was over. No, no excuses." Making me grin and shake my head as the fact that my family wants to help me as much as I want to help them just makes me love all of them even more.
I smile at all of them each, Sora with his amazing brown hair, healthy tan and incredible strong physique and with how he now leans against Riku with the boy's arms around his waist, James with those beautiful hazel brown eyes that I have missed looking into for-ever so long and my little Harry, who looks so much better now that his glamor has been removed and who has his heart shining in those beautiful green-blue eyes of his.
All three of them smile back at me, Riku even lying his head on top of Sora's – making my son laugh at the gesture – to smile at me from over my son's head and while I sincerely hope that the twins and Lea will make Harry just as happy – something I have no doubt about is what they just discussed – do I take the book from Lea.
Harry's POV
I know dad is reluctant to read a chapter about his family – not to mention the house he has been locked in for the last month. But I don't want him reading about my school years as I just don't want to take the chance that dad will be disappointed by what he reads as I have no doubt that I will put the upcoming war above everything else, including my upcoming OWLs and thus fought mum tooth and nail to get him to agree.
Finally I used the fact that dad had to heal from his family past as much as I have to, something that had silenced the entire room and that had made mum look at me with pain, obviously hurt that I had actually been through a bad family past, but the man had finally agreed with me, no matter how much he didn't want to. Yet after this had he told me how proud he was of me for admitting it, something I only did in order to convince him.
I don't like fighting with the man that I have always been told I am so much alike, but while I know that dad does not want me to be just the man I was always told about, is it hard to be my own person with the whole world expecting me to be this kind of person or to have that kind of opinion on something. And the fact that I sometimes believed these things to be either invalid or stupid was something I always kept to myself.
I sigh at this and think: "I really hope I can get to know them and that they can help me be rid of that stupid title. I'm not an orphan anymore, so that title should be forsaken as well. Let's just hope that Fudge will see it that way as well." But I sincerely doubt this as Fudge is just too idolized on things concerning power. And while the man might use that power against whoever has it whenever he sees fit, do I know he will do the other thing in a heartbeat if he could.
This of course includes my fame as Boy-Who-Lived and while I don't entirely agree with Dumbledore's decision that it was better for me to be at the Muggles, at least not with the Muggles that I was raised with as I wonder if Lily had any Muggle friends when she died. Am I at least relieved that he saw his mistakes and that it was him and not Fudge or the Ministry who got to decide where their so-called hero should take residence.
Shuddering at the idea, especially because I know – from Second year – that Lucius Malfoy knows Fudge on a personal level as he had called him by his first name when they met in Hagrid's hut, do I try not to think of how I would have ended up had the Ministry decided where I should be raised, as it would have probably been the Malfoys. And the fact that this nearly happened thanks to the man that put my father in Azkaban is horrifying.
I shudder again at this, as I know that this is exactly the reason why dad didn't officially claim his rights of custody over me when I was born. And while I hate how the man had to lie about being my Godfather, just to keep his relationship with me safe and keep me away from being trialed out of his care, do I look at the man, my heart reaching out to him once again as I can barely believe anyone would be that selfless for my sake.
Dad has taken the book, his hands trembling as he seems to try and find his resolve by rereading those terrible things that female Weasley Senior would have said had Sora, Riku and Kairi not arrived. I again thank the three for doing so – something I have been silently doing since mum was brought back from the Burrow. And the fact that one of them is my actual brother by birth was the cherry on top of a pie I never thought I'd get the chance to have.
Looking from the man that has gotten to know more about me from a few meetings than most of the people in this room did from spending the last four years with me, do I smile and think: "Only a loving father can do such a thing." And then, while remembering that dad has this ability even while pretending to have a different role in my life, do I turn my smile over to my mum, who had been present when dad punished me last night.
It had definitely been humiliating to be spanked by my dad, but I had tried very hard to hide my amazement when dad had simply asked me to lower my pants and lie across his lap, while he himself had kept his pants on and even kept his belts in his cloths-drawer – something Vernon never did when punishing me.
Yet while I reminded myself yet again that my father would never be anything like the monster of a Muggle, dad had proven to me yet again that Vernon's way of punishing was the wrong one as he had simply used his hand to slap each of my butt cheeks equally and had actually stopped when I changed from whimpering to soft crying, telling me that crying proved I had learned my lesson as he held me close to his chest.
Dad had then held me for ten long minutes, caressing my back and whispering word of love and comfort in my hair, while mum had his arm wrapped around dad with a huge loving smile on his face, proving how happy he was that we could do this together as a family, even if I really not enjoyed the punishment. He had also, after a few more minutes, started casting spells that took most of the burn out of my painful backside.
Dad had also told me that I was grounded for the next weekend and had added that I could go to the kitchen downstairs and be outside on the front steps for one hour a day, but that I would have to leave the room if either he or mum decided to share family history stories and that I was to revise my school books every night. Yet then I had told him that this wasn't possible. "My Hearing is on the 12th." And the man had grudgingly accepted this.
The man had still warned me that the punishment was pending and that, if I broke any of the rules again after our move to Potter Place, it would add to a double weekend. Yet because I am so worried about both the books – especially the current chapter – and the upcoming hearing, do I doubt I will even get a chance to break the rules. The only reason I can think of that I will be punished is when dad finds out that him reading this chapter was my idea.
Hoping to be punished by the Marauder behind the parent, my mind races with ways I used to pull pranks on Dudley to get him back for the way he used to taunt and hurt me and while I wonder how the little baby whale is doing, being without his every wish granted for almost three days, do I not really feel like caring. And when I remember what his last words against me were, do I think: "I hope he forgets the key and gets locked out of his home."
I then shake my head, knowing that dad might not like me having such thoughts, but also feeling sure he'll accept their recipient and look at the last of my family, the one person who is actually the cause of all of this happening. Never in my life had I imagined my family to include a brother, not even during the times I was jealous of Ron, but Sora somehow just makes the whole family picture complete and I can't picture it without him.
He definitely has dad's lively spirit and mum's sense of justice and I just know he and I share a sense of caring for others before caring for ourselves. And while I gaze at how perfect the two are together, how well Sora fits in Riku's lap, do I really hope I can find someone who will value that as much about me as Riku seems to value it about Sora. And honestly, I can't think of a better partner for my brother than Riku.
The silver-haired, blue eyed boy has ocean colored eyes that – while having a shadow of darkness making them sometimes look like the ocean on a storm night – still shine as bright as gems and remind me of sapphires and especially of the sapphires I saw the one day I was invited into the house of # 10 on Privet Drive.
I had been truly amazed by the beauty of these gems and had asked the owner of that house, Mrs. Lermonth, all about how she got it, where it came from and everything else that came to my mind, forgetting all about the rule not to ask questions due to my childish excitement over seeing such precious valuables.
I know Sora cares for Riku's eyes as much as Mrs. Lermonth had cared for her stones. And I can't help but wonder if there are any sapphire mines owned by either the Black or the Potter family as that would make an awesome gift for Riku from my older brother, something that makes me decide to question my parents later. At the same time do I hope with all my heart that we might have either amber or emerald gem mines for Lea and the twins respectively.
Knowing it can only be an amazing experience for the two if I can actually get them some gemstones in the color of their eyes, maybe even with special protective enchantments on them, do I realize it will be harder for Sora's as his are blue-green. I wonder if the reading will even give me the time to ask my parents and get to the required gems, either for Sora to give to Riku or for me to give to my own three mates – before my Hearing.
I then shake my head and think: "It's bad enough that everyone keeps mentioning it, that it keeps coming up every time we talk about our plans for the near future. Do you really have to think about it yourself as well?" And that little nagging voice from within my heart whispers: "You would if you really want your mates to comfort you." But I squish the idea away with the fact that Lea has only been here for about half an hour.
"I won't overwhelm him with this. Not before he has fully settled." I think to myself, only to have that nagging voice ask: "And who's to say he won't have someone else by the time he is settled down?" Making me look at the man, who I know has been checking me out several times since he arrived here as I determinedly think: "If he really is meant for me, if my Empathic Veela really chose him, then he'll be willing to wait for me too."
And with that do I finally seem to satisfy the voice enough it stops nagging me, making me sigh in relief as I'm not only against overwhelming Lea before he has fully settled in. I am all for making that dream of a few nights ago come true, but at the same time do I also have no idea how I can try and get together with the twins with Ron and Hermione constantly around me – especially Ron, their younger brother, who I share a room with ten months a year.
I sigh and think: "I couldn't have just fallen for someone who is a total stranger and yet absolutely perfect at the same time. I just had to fall for the brothers of my best friend – not to mention the two people who idolize my parents as much as I do." And while it takes a second, do I suddenly realize the truth behind my thought and with that, a plan forms in my mind that can really give me the chance I have been waiting for since the Yule Ball.
You go for it, Harry,
So I actually wanted to have Lea bring up the fact that, because they are all meant for Harry, it only makes sense that they like each other as well, but I kind of already hinted at that – from the twins' side – with how they admitted to thinking that Lea was handsome and good-looking. After that, I only needed to emphasize a little on Lea checking the two out and the story just basically wrote itself after that. And I definitely plan more scenes like that.
That will be fun,
Venquine1990
