Author: Sickofseconds
Rating: Mature, for MATURE THEMES
Disclaimer: If it were mine, Ginny and Hermione wouldn't stand a chance.
Summary: Harry hears some odd giggling during the night. And it's not Ron, or him, for that matter.
Chapter Summary/warnings: Contains intimate twincest and masturbation. This is your last chance to turn back! What exactly Fred and George were getting up to that night.
Pairing(s): Harry/Ron, Fred/George
Author Note: I'm sorry it's been a little while since the last update, I hope it hasn't been TOO long. I know some of you want the Harry/Ron, but right now, I am laying down the plot. And besides, I can't turn down the Fred/George. It's too tempting. Just wait a little longer! Also, the beginning takes place a little while before Harry wakes up. Yes, he was sleeping at one point! And on we go...
I sigh, for the thousandth time. It's just not fair. Fred and I have to room with Harry and Ron, and there is no way we can fool around with those kiddies in here to hear us! Okay, so they're only two years younger, but still...
"What's up, Georgie?" Fred whispers in my ear.
"Nothing," I sigh out, turning to face my twin. "But it's still early, and I can't sleep..."
"Hmm, then let's get you sleepy," Fred says, leaning forward and capturing my lips. "Ronnie and Harry are asleep already..."
I hum in delight and respond immediately when he licks my bottom lip, opening my mouth for him. It's always more fun when we do this, because neither one of us wants to give up, and we spend most of the time battling for dominance.
I cave eventually, because, you know, it's hard to enjoy yourself when all you do is fight.
"Finally," Fred purrs, and I let out a small laugh, which to me sounds embarrassingly girlish and giggly.
Fred pulls back for a moment. "George, did you just giggle?"
"Maybe," I manage to say, blushing vibrantly. "Why?"
"You're so cute," Fred says, grinning and ducking his head.
"Fred, wha- ah!" I gasp out, as his mouth closes around my neck.
"Yeah?" he whispers, breath tickling my neck. I giggle again. "George, you just --"
"I know!" I interrupt, blushing again. Damn that giggle!
You see, I, George Weasley, have a small problem. Something that differs me from Fred. I am emxtremely, and undeniably... ticklish. I mean it. A soft nuzzle against the neck, a brush against my thigh, and I am sent into a fit of hysterical giggles. The thing that gets me the most, however, is when Fred sucks on my earlobe. And he knows it, too. He knows just how to get me.
He's nuzzling my neck again, setting off another set of giggles, while he slowly makes his way up and up, kissing the sensitive skin all the while. The minute I feel the warm, wet lips on my ear, I gasp, then slowly, powered by the sucking sound, the giggling starts, mixed with a moan of pleasure. Tickles as it does, it also gets me very, very aroused. And that's when, as if realizing this fact, Fred's hand snakes down and brushes my thigh.
"Fred!" I gasp. But dammit, it sounds like a squeal.
He hums against my ear, and I moan-giggle at the vibration. I can hear the sucking quite loudly in my ear, and really, that just sets me off again.
"S-stop!" I manage. "You'll wake them up!"
Fred lets go right away, and we sit quietly for a minute, listening for the sounds of our little brother and his friend's breathing. We can hear Ron breathing loudly, sighing in his sleep, and Harry, matching him. After a minute of listening, Fred chuckles. "Aw, look," he purrs mockingly. "Ickle Wonnie and his Hawwy are bweathing together..." I snicker. After another minute, just to make sure, Fred goes back to business, rolling me towards him and kissing me.
With in a short time, the attacks on my thighs and neck are becoming too much. My face is flushed from giggling, and I'm a little out of breath. And really, this is all quite unfair. So I used Fred's one weakness againse him. Fred has a super-ticklish spot too: the place right behind his knees. As our legs are entwined at the moment, they are an easy target.
Fred let's out a small gasp of surprise before giggling against my ear, and then we're giggling together. I think he realizes I have had quite enough tickling, because he raises his head to kiss me again.
That's when the grappling starts, the absolute need to get closer than were already are. Our shirts are already off, simplifying things, and we hug and hold each other closely, kissing intensely, all teeth and tongue, and god, are we aroused!
Fred's always been the most impatient, and he reaches between us and down my pajama pants first. Did I mention that me and Fred don't like to where underwear with out pants? He strokes me and I whimper out, "Fred!" I reach down too, to return the favor, and he sucks in air. Then he strokes my thighs, and I squeal. Squeal. Like a girl. God, is that embarrassing, or what?
But it was just a one time thing, and he goes back to touching me. "George," he purrs. His strokes go faster and I bury my face in his shoulder to keep from moaning and whimpering. But at some point, finding myself rather girly this evening, I let out a giggle, and after another minute, I come all over his hand and my pants. I sigh and kiss him, silently thanking him. He always knows just how to make me tired.
I yawn, half-heartedly pumping him, but really, I'm getting tired. I kiss him again. "Mmm... Lurv you," I say groggily.
"Huh?" Fred blinks, as I let go, but I'm too tired to remove my hand from his pants. "Hey!" he protests, when he realizes I'm falling asleep. "You prat, don't go to sleep!"
I feel bad, seeing as how he did get me good, but I just... can't... do anything... "C'n hel' it," I slur. "Nigh' Fre'..."
Fred sighs, but then chuckles. "Great," I hear him mutter to himself. "Wanking alone's no fun..." To me, he says, "Fine, be that way. Good night."
I curl against his side as he rolls on to his back. "Lurv ya?" I ask. I don't even remember what I wanted to say.
"Yes, 'lurv' you too," he says, putting his arm around me, but I think he sounds a little sour.
"Mmm," I agree. "G'night Fred."
"Good night," he whispers, kissing my head. I think I hear footsteps, then I give in to the darkness of the dreamworld.
The next day, we wake earlier than Ron or Harry, who are, to our amusement, completely entertwined with each other. Huh. I've always thought Ronnie had a thing for Harry. I guess maybe I was right. I tell Fred this, and he laughs, agreeing.
We head down for breakfast, and I notice, when Harry comes down, that he looks at us awkwardly. I continue eating, as though I didn't notice, but I can't help but look up, Fred with me, when Hermione asks, "How did you sleep?"
He heard, he knows, my subconcious is babbling, but it's best not to draw attention, so I go back to eating, put on the edge when he responds with a cough, "Oh, well, you know, alright, I guess..."
"Eat, eat," Mum urges him, piling food on his plate, and for a time, he is distracted.
"D'you reckon he knows?" I ask Fred as we head down to the lake for a swim.
"I dunno," Fred shrugs, knowing that I'm talking about Harry. "It's possible."
"But he hasn't said anything yet, if he does know," I say, nodding to myself. "So we can only hope he doesn't say anything."
"Yup," Fred says. "What would you do if he did know?" he asks, grabbing my hand in his and swinging them back and forth together.
I smile. We used to do this all the time when we were little. "I don't know," I answer to his question. "I don't think it matters if he doesn't tell anybody before we do. IF we do," I add.
"If we do," Fred repeats in agreeance.
I don't feel like going in the water yet, and neither does Fred, so we sit on the shore together, hands enough to brush against each other occasionally, but not too suspicious to our brothers (and sister) and friends.
Ron is avoiding Harry in the water, and I can only assume that it's because of the morning incident. Harry looks put off by it, but Charlie and Bill are nice enough to realize it and include him. But when they get into another water fight, Harry stares at us. This isn't the first time. He's being doing it for awhile now. And so Fred beckons him over with a finger.
Harry stares, suspicious of my twin's motives, before swimming over cautiously.
"Something you'd like to say to us, Harry?" Fred asks, and I look over at him, to see him grinning. He definitely knows something I don't. But he notices my confusion and smiles at me, winking.
And it's then, through our sort-of twin-kinesis thing that I know that he knows that Harry knows. And then I know that Harry knows.
"Caught you staring at the table, Harry," Fred purrs. "Like what you see?"
I glance over at Fred. What is he up to now? Is he trying to get him to admit to it? And is he trying to imply that he is better looking than me?
But Fred, being Fred, says, "Of course, you were staring at George too..." And I beam inside. He really does know how I feel.
"I was not!" Harry says heatedly, face flushed bright red. I almost laugh, but stop myself. It's... not... nice... But it's so funny...
"Leave him alone, you gits!" Ronnie says as he comes over. Coming to protect him from the big bad twins. He puts a hand on Harry's shoulder, and I see the raven-haired boy turn a new shade of red.
"Oh-ho-ho!" Fred crows, and I can't help it, I have to laugh. "Ickle Ronnie wants Harry all to himself!"
Ron flushes red and gives us the finger, guiding Harry away from us.
Me and Fred chuckle as they go away, and I say quietly to Fred, "I think I was right after all."
"Definitely," Fred agrees.
We sit in silence for a moment after the chuckles die down. Finnaly, I ask, offhandedly, "You knew about Harry?"
Fred sucks in breath, and then says, "Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me?" God, I sound injured.
"I wanted to know how you felt about it," Fred says, squeezing my hand. "I didn't want you to panic."
"I wouldn't have panicked," I protest, but I hold tightly onto his hand, and I'm happy he doesn't pull away. Truthfully, I don't know what I would have done. I've never thought about what would happen if someone actually found out.
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Okay, so I didn't describe the whole day. But the next chapter will. Besides, it wouldn't be fair for George to hog the spotlight, would it? It's a bit longer than the other chapter, isn't it?
Well, I'll hurry with the next chapter, I promise. Not hurry in a bad way, I hope!
Thank you all so much for the reviews! I was really pleased to get that many! Please, tell me what you think about this one as well!
Love, Sickofseconds