Author: Sickofseconds

Rating: PG-14

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. But if I did… Well, let me tell you, Harry Potter would never be the same…

Summary: Harry hears some odd giggling during the night. And it's not Ron, or him, for that matter.

Chapter Summary/warnings: Harry gets frustrated, and George is confused.

Pairing(s): Harry/Ron, Fred/George

WARNING: This story contains slash. If you do not like it, you shouldn't read it, so flames would be pointless.

Chapter 2

Fred and George are gone by the time I wake up in the morning. Which brings relief to me. That is, until I realize I'm lying entangled with Ron. He's sleeping half on, half off me. Our legs are entwined together and our faces are mere inches apart, noses just touching. I blush vibrantly.

Suddenly, Ron let's out a groan, and then opens his eyes. I'm frozen in place, but Ron manages to stutter for several moments before thrashing around to free himself, and then he's up and outta there. It's only after he's gone that I can sit up and laugh at the situation. He is so cute sometimes... WAIT. What was that?!?!

"Oh! Good morning, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley says cheerily. "You're just in time for breakfast! Come, sit down!"

"Morning, Mrs. Weasley," I say, yawning as I look around for a place to sit. Damn. The only open place is between Hermione and Ron. I sigh and head to the table. "Morning, 'Mione," I say to my bushy-haired friend as I sit down.

"Good morning, Harry," she says. "How did you sleep?"

Fred and George, sitting across from me, pause for a moment to look at me, before going back to devouring their food.

I stare for a moment longer, remembering last night's events, and cough. "Oh, well, you know... All right, I guess..."

"Eat, eat," Mrs. Weasley urges, piling my plate with food.

I glance at Ron, but he blushes and looks away. I sigh. Today is going to be very, very long...

Today, we go swimming. It seems to me like Ron is ignoring me, or trying very hard to avoid me, but Bill and Charlie, who keep getting into very child-like water fights, include me in their games.

For a long time, the twins sit on the grass. They see me stare, and Fred grins, beckoning me over. I pause, suspicious, before swimming over.

"Something you'd like to say to us, Harry?" Fred asks. George looks at him in askance, but Fred smiles and winks at him.

"Not really," I mutter, blushing a little.

"Caught you staring at the table, Harry," Fred purrs. "Like what you see?"

George glances at Fred, as if insulted.

"Of course, you were staring at George too…"

"I was not!" I blurt out, face tomato red.

"Leave him alone, you gits!" Ron yells as he swims over. He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Come on, Harry."

"Oh-ho-ho! Ickle Ronnie wants Harry all to himself!" Fred teases.

Ron flushes and gives them the finger while guiding me away from them. "Oh, bugger off, Fred!"

I grin, until I hear Fred and George chuckling behind me. "Thanks Ron," I say.

"No problem," Ron says, even though he's still blushing. He really is cute sometimes… ARGH!! I did it again! Today just keeps getting worse and worse!!

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I know this is a bad place to leave it, and honestly, it's not my best work, but I wanted to do one of the twin's point of view next, which will explain the last chapter, and the rest of this one.

Tell me what you think! And thanks so much to all the reviewers! I appreciate your thoughts!

-Love Sickofseconds