J is for Joke
AN: Yeah so last chapter was pretty dark but it had a semi-happy ending right? This one can be counted as a prequal to C for Confession, but it can also be a stand-alone. WEASLEY TWINS! 8D But no twincest . . . this chapter :D
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Rating: T because of heavy petting, Draco being a perv, and overprotectivebrotherly!Twins.
It was a normal Friday night at Weasley's Whizarding Wheezes for Fred and George Weasley in Diagon Alley. It was almost midnight and the two were getting ready to retire to their rooms and sleep off the weariness Friday usually brings. "Busy day today Fred." George murmured, locking the front door and activatingt he detection and protection charms along with a few of their own nasty little jokes to stop intruders. "Ay George. And it'll only get better." Fred grinned, throwing an arm around George's shoulders. "Make sure you don't wake Harry on your way up. I'll just finish down here and then go straight to bed. I'm beat mate." George stated and Fred nodded before quietly making his way upstairs. Harry had been staying with them for a majority of the summer. Since their second year, they'd wanted Harry out of the Dursley's house as much as possible, so he'd only stayed a night at their house before the twins whisked him away to their new shop, which Harry had partial ownership in since he DID help them buy it. The image of the small, starved twelve year old bar trapped behind bars on his window always haunted him. They would never forget the way Harry looked with his sunken eyes and decimated body, small hands gripping the bars as he gazed at them in surprise and overwhelming relief.
Lately the twins were worried about Harry. He seemed to be hiding something and they were afraid that it could be harmful to his health. He'd been showing up with mysterious bruises on his neck and collar, with odd scratches on his back the one time Fred had seen him with his shirt off. They had a theory that Harry was being abused by someone he was in a relationship with. Of course they knew Harry was gay, they knew before Harry even knew. It was really quite adorable really how timid and shy Harry would get when they asked him about boys he liked, or anyone he might be interested in. Harry had yet to come out to anyone else, but the twins knew it was only a matter of time.
Fred paused on his way past Harry's room, hearing an odd noise from within. Odd, Harry was normally out like a light by this time. Feeling a tad too curious, Fred pulled an extendable ear from his pocket and pushed the tube under the door just enough where he could hear inside. He could hear a sound like kissing, then Harry moaned. Fred had to hold back a snort, realizing that either A. Harry was having a wet dream or B. Harry's mystery boyfriend was here and they were having a damn good snog. "Hmm . . . Dray . . ." Harry sighed and Fred jerked back, eyes wide with disbelief. Dray? He hoped that was short for . . . Dray or Dendron or . . . Dray. Certainly not Draco as in Draco MALFOY? Backing up slowly, Fred headed back downstairs. "George!" He hissed, trying not to be too loud so as not to alert the two that they were still awake. "What?" George asked, also keeping his voice low. "Harry's boytoy is here." Fred whispered and George's eyes flashed. "He's not hurting Harry is he? Cause if he is, we might need to . . . intervene." George hissed menacingly, looking towards their front desk. That's where they kept all their more dangerous items, items specifically geared towards harm or rightfully painful revenge. Normally they only sold their items to the Order and supporters against Voldemort, but Fred had a feeling that "Dray" would be on George's hitlist if he doesn't watch himself around Harry.
Fred shook his head, then paused thoughtfully. "Actually, bring a few of our "Unmentionable items and some of the tamer ones. Either way, "Dray" is going to get a nasty surprise thinking he can shag our little Harry and not suffer any consequences." Fred chuckled, the same gleam that had been in George's eyes appearing in his own identical ones. "Dray? As in Malfoy?" George asked, looking completely gobsmacked. "I'm not sure, I only used an extendable ear." Fred admitted as they gathered up a few of their items. "Well brother, let us go protect Harry's honour!" George giggled quietly. With that, both mischevious twins trekked up the stairs, trying to hold back their laughter.
Harry gasped, arching his back slightly as Draco bit down gently on his left nipple. "Huh, Dray!" Harry called quietly, straining to keep his voice down. "Dray, we can't go all the way tonight, Fred and George will hear!" Harry reminded the boy on his chest. "I know Harry. Don't worry love, I won't do anything that will alert them to my presence. And you just need to keep those delicous little sounds under wraps." Draco whispered, sliding up Harry's body sensually and making the latter's eyes roll back in his head. They continued the heavy petting for a bit, writhing against one another. Draco's hand was slowly sliding down, down towards the waistband or Harry's sleep pants when Harry giggled. Draco stopped and raised an eyebrow at Harry which only caused him to giggle louder. "And just what is so funny love?" Draco asked, caressing the skin just above Harry's happy trail. Harry looked about to answer but fell into a loud bout of giggles. "Shh Harry! They'll hear us!" Draco hissed, but Harry just bust out into full on laughter. "Tr-trust me Dr-Draaaay! They already kn-know you're h-h-here!" Harry howled, tears of mirth falling down his cheeks. Draco looked completely dumbfounded, staring at Harry in confusion. "Hey Malfoy, that's a good color on you." Fred said, leaning on one side of the door post while George leaned on the other.
"True Fred, but I think it would look better green." George said with an evil smile. Harry was rolling on the bed laughing hysterically once George said that. "I dunno George, I think purple is more his color." Harry looked to be near hysterics and ended up rolling right on the floor with a loud whump. "Oh, oh I know!" The twins looked at one another. "Rainbow." They said together, then they both fell to the ground howling with laughter. Draco looked back and forth from the twins to Harry and back again. This caused a lock of hair to fall in his face. A lock of . . . indigo . . . hair?
"WEASELS!"