To Gain My Independence

WARNING:! A tad bit of incest-nothing really- nothing at all actually, but I thought I better warn you guys anyways. Mature rated situations with Harry/Fred and Harry/George……or would it be Harry/Fred/George? Idk. Nothing that will turn on you Harry/Draco lovers, but don't skip this chapter completely, they will reunite(?) later in the chapter, and no Harry will not start crushing on one of the twins, he is solely Draco's. Now the only difficulty is trying to keep this rated M and not MA. So if I fail, let me know. Harry went farther then I planned, but sometimes when I write my characters pick up a mind of their own, and thins just happen.

Words I was supposed to use: Intoxicating, and grindylows.

But everyone suddenly lost interest in this word thing, so ummm…I guess we wont do it anymore. =C

Harry didn't say anything as the hand traced up his arm, resting on his shoulder. He didn't like it, it was uncomfortable. But he didn't want it to stop either. His body was betraying his mind.

"We are very into guys," one of the twins whispered in his ear, not the one whose hand was now trailing down his chest, excruciatingly slow. In the dark, he could not tell the twins apart, that's something he could rarely do, even in broad daylight. The twin that was whispering leaned into his ear and spoke quietly, Harry had to strain to hear "We are very into you." the fingers of the other twin that were playing down his chest reached the end of his stomach, and froze. They didn't seem to want to stop, but they didn't seem to want to rush a thing. Harry was torn between wishing they continued lower, and wishing they would remove themselves from his body. He was also wishing those fingers were Draco's. They were too large and too short , stocky. Not thin, and small, and perfect. Not delicate.

"We aren't monogamous Harry," the brother closest to him spoke up, his voice barley above a whisper. As if saying it too loud would scare Harry away. No, Harry would not, could not, be scared away. Why couldn't he grow to like the twins. Or at least one of them. Because really, everyone knows he hates Malfoy. In fact, he more then hated him, he despised him. They were enemies. They would never get along no matter what Harry would like to think. He hated Draco.

And yet he knew he couldn't lie to himself, he really liked that stupid git.

"And you don't have to be either," It took Harry a moment to remember what they were whispering to him. A feather light kiss was planted just below his ear, and he was filled with goose bumps. Every touch the twins laid on his skin were soft, and gentle, like he was a fragile piece of china. They were giving him time to adjust he realized. To get used to what was going on, give him a chance to change his mind. Harry didn't want to change his mind, the only thing he wanted to do with his mind was forget. Forget about the forceful crushing lips of Draco when they had their first kiss. To forget that the kiss was only to fool Lucius, and Draco was straight. To forget the girl Melanie who Lucius hired to ruin things. To forget how good his hand felt in Draco's, how it tingled, how he longed to hold onto it forever. Mostly he wanted to forget how his body filled with fire when he kissed Draco, and how he was almost desperate to see that infamous smirk right about now, and kiss it away…he was really bad at forgetting things.

"Harry?" in front of him were lips so close asking, no begging, to be kissed. Leaning forward slightly, he gave his permission, and soft lips gently kissed his. There was no fire, no heat coursing through his body. It was nothing like kissing Draco, not nearly as pleasurable. He didn't get an instant hard on, but to deny that the kiss had any effect on him what so ever, would be a lie. He did have hormones after all. He didn't know which twin was kissing him, he didn't really care. He knew it wouldn't make a difference anyways, it wasn't the kiss from the person he desperately wanted. But it was a kiss he desperately needed, a kiss from a guy other than Draco.

Slowly hips rubbed against him as the kiss continued, and he felt the cock against his. It was already hard. Feeling it, he became hard too, and he pushed Draco out of his mind. The twin rubbing against him smiled at the reaction in satisfaction, and Harry almost didn't think about Draco's smirk. Just when he decided he needed more friction, the hips got faster and the twin against him got louder. The moans were enough to turn Harry on immensely. He liked the feeling of making someone moan. He pressed his crotch harder into the one against his, and sighed when he heard the immediate moan. He pulled back, and did it again, this time he was the one doing the grinding, in charge of the pressure, and the speed. The Weasley twin was at his mercy, and enjoying every blissful second of it…loudly.

"George!" Fred hissed watching his brother rub against Harry , "Keep it down." George was already panting and trying not to moan. He never had the problem of being to loud before, but he never felt anything quite like this. He brought his lips back to Harry's and muffled his moans against them. Shivers went down Harry's back. And he lightly groaned. Much to his dismay, George pulled their lips, and their hips, apart. Quickly he discarded his shirt, and watched as Fred removed all of his clothes in a flourish.

"Feisty," George whispered amused, and appreciatively as Harry's hand reached to his pants and removed them for him, releasing his erection. George stepped aside as Fred knelt in front of Harry, undoing the boys belt slowly. After Harry's clothes were around his ankle's, Fred brought his lips to Harry's stiff cock and looked up. Harry's head was already thrown back, his eyes shut as he felt Fred's hot breath against him. His hand was slowly fisting George's erection, teasing him with his slow movements, when he was so obviously close to finishing.

"You ha-ave ..aahh….your wand Fred?" George managed. Fred reluctantly released Harry from his mouth, reached over to his discarded clothes, and pulled out a wand.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"I'm close, a silencing spell would be nice," George said between muffled moans. Harry never stopped his slow torturous movements on his erection, and surprising as it was to both of the twins, George was reacting to it faster then he expected. He usually never came unless it was fast, and hard. He was humping into Harry's hand the best he could, but that only made him more out of breath, and moan louder. After casting the spell Fred wrapped his lips back around Harry and heard him gasp, not expecting it. Harry's hand sped up just slightly, and instantly George came, loudly screaming Harry's name. Fred pulled back from Harry, and threw a pair of boxers at his brother. Obviously telling him to get dressed and give them some privacy. George frowned. He had agreed with his brother that the first to orgasm had to be a look out, in fact that was the one rule he decided on before they grabbed Harry. What a stupid rule.

Harry pulled Fred up to his height and kissed him, as softly as George kissed him just minutes before. He lowered his mouth to Fred's neck and licked and sucked his way slowly down further.. This time it was his turn to stop at the end of Fred's stomach. He opened his mouth slightly, and Fred edged forward in anticipation. Harry licked the tip of Fred's erection before closing his lips around it.

"Fuck," Fred moaned trying not to buck his hips into Harry's face. "Bloody hell, he's good," he added, somewhat goading his brother. After all, George only got a slow, teasing hand job; and as nice as it may have felt, he didn't have a warm, wet mouth around him doing these amazing things. Fred was busy trying hard not to fuck Harry's mouth, when George, a bit jealous, left. His parting words were a mumbled promise to be a look out.

Fred decided he may very well be in heaven, Harry was giving him the best head he had ever had. He alternated from a fast steady pace taking in most of his length, to sucking on his balls. And just when he was sure he would blow his load, Fred pulled away from Harry. That was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.

"You need some attention too," he told Harry when their eyes locked, he had seen the confusion in the green orbs. Reaching down, Fred felt to where he placed his wand, and aimed it at Harry's member, shocking the raven haired boy when it instantly slicked with a warm oil.

"A-are you sure?" Harry asked catching on. Fred answered by getting on all fours, and arching his back seductively. That was about the hottest, tempting pose Harry had ever seen anyone make. He was aware that besides wet dreams, he had never achieved an orgasm, and face it, those hardly counted. He was both nervous, and lustful. But mostly lustful.

"Just start slow, its been at least three months," Harry was glad Fred wasn't facing him, as he had a difficult time locating just where Fred's entrance was in the semi dark. It didn't help that the red head was swaying his hips seductively. Harry grabbed the boys sides, and held him still. He ran a finger slowly down the crack in front of him until he found his mark. Fred whimpered at the touch, and bit his lips at the wonderful sensation Harry's finger elicited. Harry smiled realizing that the twins moans sounded just as identical as the two were. Slowly he entered Fred and was met with the best feeling he had ever experienced. Fred's tight arse around him was almost too much, and he stayed as still as possible so he would not lose it just yet.

But Fred had other ideas, and was humping into Harry as hard, and as fast as possible. He hoped his silencing spell was strong enough, because Harry was being very vocal, though not has loud as his brother was earlier. Fred started pumping his own cock, and knew he was close. Harry felt Fred tighten around him and he saw stars. It felt great, and he couldn't hold out a second longer.

"Drac-mmmmmmm," Harry yelled as he came. He blushed furiously at his slip of tongue, but Fred noticed nothing as he was still fisting his cock close to his own release; moaning and panting. Harry knew he should help finish the twin off, but he was too tired and satisfied to move, besides from the looks and sounds of it, Fred was seconds away anyways.

Harry was busy talking to Ron and Ginny about how twisted it was for Snape to assign homework over the break, when Fred, or was it George, beckoned Ron over with a hand movement. Harry watched as Ron proceeded over and they began whispering. He just knew the twins were telling Ron about what happened only twenty minutes ago in the broom closet. Ginny smiled at Harry and left to go upstairs to her room. Probably to start her homework assignment. He dreaded Ron's reaction to what he did with the twins, but from his positioning, he only saw a sudden devilish expression on his friends face. That was not good.. Ron sauntered over, with a small smile that looked like a bad impression of Draco's smirk , his eyebrows were raised suggestively. Great, he was going to tease Harry about it. He'd never live it down. But it would be easier for Ron to forgive him for being with his brothers in his house, then it would be if he found out he was with Draco in an unfamiliar place.

"Did you bring your broom?" Ron asked throwing Harry off.

"Wha-no," Harry watched Ron's face fall for just a fraction of a second. "We'll still win, come on," Ron led Harry to the broom shed, where the twins were already debating which brooms they would use. Harry figured they were going to play each other and he would be on Ron's team. It would have been nice though, if his friend told him instead of letting him figure it out on his own.

"Heads up," George yelled throwing a broom to Ron. Harry was surprised he knew what twin it was, they were identical down to the last freckle. Well, that wasn't necessarily true, Fred was better endowed in areas that George was not. But that didn't explain how he could tell them apart out her, with their clothes on.

"First one to-" Fred started.

"Sixty?" George finished. He asked in a way that gave Ron or Harry a chance to raise or lower the number.

"I think we should play with the snitch, and play by league rules," Ron suggested. Both the twins rolled their eyes.

"We do have to be in by dark."

"Ikleronickins," George mounted his broom, and sent a wink to Harry. What was that for?

"Winner team gets to bunk with Harry," Fred mounted his broom, and kicked off into the air. He hovered at four or five feet up. Ron looked confused.

"Harry always sleeps in my room, why would you guys want to bunk with him?" he asked confused. George joined his brother in the air.

"Harry's a cool guy."

"And you always hog him, but-."

"He is our friend to, and our room-,"

"Is much bigger. Besides, we don't-."

"Snore."

"I don't snore!" Ron grumbled as his brothers. "Your room may be bigger, but there are two of you, I have my own." Ron really did not pick up why the twins wanted to have a slumber party with his best friend. "You guys can have your pillow fight without Harry, he's sleeping where he always sleeps when he is here." Harry looked from the twins to Ron. They were being completely obvious, and yet Ron did not pick up on anything.

"So if you guys win, Harry stays in your room, if we win, he gets to cum and have real fun in ours." Ron still did not pick up on anything.

"Fine, we are going to win anyways," and they did, thanks to Harry being very determined that Ron would not become suspicious of hi or the twins.

"Cool it some would you?," he whispered to Fred while they were putting the equipment away. Fred opened his eyes wide, and had a look of innocence and shock on his face.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," he whispered back.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled on the train heading back to Hogwarts. She threw him in a huge hug. "I'm so sorry you had to stay at Malfoy's longer than you planned," she whispered, her voice full of sympathy. Harry forgot that he had owled her his first day there.

"It's fine, it wasn't to bad. It was fun torturing Lucius," He smiled reassuringly at her.

"Well listen, me and Ron Have to patrol the halls and compartments, but we will see you at Hogwarts okay?" she asked tentatively. Harry did not know about this.

"This is going t be like the time when I had to sit with Neville and Luna?" Harry asked annoyed. Hermione bit her lip.

"Well, yes, but it would be irresponsible if we didn't do our job Harry," her voice was pleading for him to understand.

"Can't you ditch your job for ten minutes?" he asked. "There is something we need to talk about," He said lowering his voice. Hermione lowered her voice to where Harry had to strain to hear.

"Ron already told me about it through an owl," Harry looked at Ron who nodded apologetically and looked down to his feet.

"Thanx Ron, real nice. Anybody could have read that owl!" Harry had forgotten to lower his voice. He stormed off and walked until he found the nearest empty compartment. He didn't bother to store his trunk right, but instead laid it out on a seat to take up space. He heard the door open, and he refused to acknowledge who was attempting to enter. The would pick up that he wanted to be alone pretty quickly.

"Mind if I join you," Harry knew that voice anywhere, he didn't answer though. He didn't have to, Draco entered anyways, shutting and locking the door behind him. He sat directly across from Harry, since the trunk was besides him. Instead of putting his own trunk away, he hauled it onto the seat next to him, effectively taking up all the space in the compartment. Now there would be no room for anyone to join them. "How are you?" Draco asked looking at Harry. Harry did not answer, but he did look back. Right into Draco's eyes. And he remembered just how captivating they were. Nobody in the whole school had eyes like them.

"What do you want?" Harry finally managed to ask. Draco feigned shock.

"I just needed somewhere to sit."

"Shouldn't you be patrolling with the other head boys and girls?" Harry asked not so kindly. Draco smirked.

"Granger and the Weasel are doing enough of that for all of us," Draco said, he almost sounded pleased with himself, like he tricked them into it. Harry did not say anything he just stared into Draco's eyes. Finally after ten minutes of silence Draco stood, and pushed his hand to Harry, in what was obviously a gesture for a hand shake. Well that was a formal goodbye.

"Friends?" Draco asked just before Harry decided to shake the hand. He paused for a moment, this was somewhat like their first year.

"Friends," he decided, talking the delicate hand in his. Draco sat down very pleased with himself.

"The Weasel is going to hate this," he said smirking.

"It's Ron, or Weasley. You did promise to be nice, you remember," Harry said, liking that small power of Draco.

"So I did," Draco said remembering his and Harry's deal from the start of their Christmas vacation. Suddenly their door open, and Lee was on the other side.

"Harry," he said, his eyebrows raised a little bit. Harry tried to hold in a groan. The twins had already told him! "You can sit with us if Malfoy's bothering you," Lee said lightly, ignoring Draco. Harry gave Lee a small embarrassed smile. He wondered how much the twins told him, or if they were just using him as a messenger.

"Thanx Lee, but I'm fine here." If possible, Lee's eyebrows raised Harry. "Draco isn't bugging me," Harry reassured the twins' friend. "Were just talking," he added, trying to keep his voice indifferent.

"We are just two doors down if you change your mind," he said before flashing Harry a small smile and leaving, not bothering to shut the door behind him. Draco leaned over and closed it, relocking it.

"That was strange," Draco said smirking at Harry, but again the door opened, and Michael Coroner was standing there.

"Harry, we have an empty seat if you want to join us. Ron said you might enjoy our company." Harry blushed. Literally from head to toe. He knew it was a bad idea admitting to the Ron that he might have liked guys. But he was sure after Ron saw how he reacted about the owl he sent Hermione, that the redhead would know to keep the subject hush.

"Ron's an idiot," Harry told Michael, trying to keep his voice polite, "I would rather stay here where its almost empty," Harry added. Michael's face fell.

"Okay, maybe I will see you later or something," he said hopefully.

"Ya, later." Harry mumbled. Michael left closing the door behind him. "You aren't very good at locking that door, are you?" Harry asked Draco, his face still flush. Draco had an amused look on his face.

"Its not my fault every guy on this train knows how to use the unlocking charm," Draco stood, and put his trunk on the ground, right in front of the door. Realizing what he was doing, Harry put his trunk on top of Draco's, successfully stopping the door from opening. They sat back down in silence for a few minutes, Draco eyeing Harry with a curious look.

"So are you going to tell me why every guy on this train seems to want to save you from me?" Draco asked, his smirk a little to big. Harry played dumb.

"I don't know, maybe its that whole boy-who-would-not-die fame you and Snape are always ranting about." Draco's smirk left. That was a good explanation.

"I guess it could be," Draco agreed, but he was positive that wasn't it. Another ten minutes passed "So, did you do anything fun while you were at the Weasley's?" he asked, just to get a conversation going. Harry blushed again, confusing Draco.

"Sure, I mean we just played quidditch and stuff," Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. His blush was still there though, and Draco noticed.

"Quidditch?" he said in a suggestive voice, throwing Harry off.

"Yes, quidditch, now shouldn't we be getting our robes on?" Harry lifted his trunk off Draco's, and took his robes out, Draco did the same. After taking his shirt off, he began to put his white school shirt on, Draco's were already half buttoned. But the blond wasn't really paying attention, and had missed a few wholes, and was off a few buttons. Harry laughed. Hard.

"Can't dress yourself without a house elf?" he joked. Draco joked back.

"Nope, never had to," he smiled when Harry leaned over and began to undo the messed up buttons.

"Then let me help," he said somewhat annoyed. Harry didn't think anything of it, he was always tying Neville's tie for him, and helping him with his color. He even had to help Dean a few times. He was down to the last two buttons, when the door opened.

"Oh!…oh, ummm sorry, I was just..umm.. Well I was..going to ask if you wanted to umm…share a carriage..well ummm I see your busy," and the door slammed before Harry could see who it was. It was Draco's turn to laugh. Harry stared daggers at him.

"That was not funny!" Harry growled Draco just laughed harder.

"Your shirt is half off-"

"Half on," Harry corrected.

"And your unbuttoning mine, that must have been a sight for that poor fourth year." Harry didn't find the amusement in the situation. "I mean, we happen to be the two hottest guys in the school," Draco had stopped laughing. "That's going to give him enough wanking fantasies for the rest of the year!" and the laughter was back. Harry still didn't find it funny.

"Hold still if you want me to finish buttoning this," he told the blond sternly.

"I'm sorry Harry," Draco said between laughs. "The whole school is going to think you are gay now," and Draco began to laugh again. Harry didn't mind this story now so much. Now Draco would believe that all this gay talk that would be sure to spread around school like wild fire, would be just a false story.

"Let them tell their rumors," Harry stressed the word rumor. And Draco laughed again, throwing his robes on.

"I wonder if they will think that we are fuck buddies, or dating," Draco said still laughing, but Harry stilled. This really was not funny. The train began to slow, and then pulled to a stop.

"Don't you look spiffy," Fred said opening the unlocked door.

"Quite spiffy indeed," George came in talking very formally. "Why don't you sit in a carriage with us and Lee Jordan?" he asked throwing an arm over Harry's shoulder, and leading him out. Draco made sure to sneer that the twins before he left to find Crabbe and Goyle. Why did he feel jealous of the twins?

A/N: ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! I'm 18 today, and my gift to you guys was this really long chapter. But wait, there is more. For anyone who is reading my other story, Are You My Daddy? I have a new update. There is still more, and I know you guys will love this.

DANIEL RADCLIFFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He does amazing things with his tongue, have you seen them? He can use that tongue on me any day.

Go to youtube dot com, and in the search bare type in 'Daniel Radcliffe on Ellen' its about ten minutes long, and he is doing this really funny interview, and at about seven minutes, a girl from the audience asks if he has any special talents, and he shows off just what he can do with his tongue. OMG!! And then he talks in an American accent.

So who knew Tom Felton(Draco Malfoy) could sing. I have never heard of Feltbeats before so I had to look them up while I was still on youtube. Look for it, he has two videos were he is singing and playing his guitar, and one he is smiling the whole time, and the other at the very end he gives this big smile that almost made me fall in love with him. YOU WILL LOVE IT.

Lastly, Daniel can sing! Okay, well he is taking lessons, and he has a video where he and his other cast members from Equis are doing a spoof for a fundraiser, and he is pretty good at singing, even while he had a cold. He's still taking those lessons though (just search Daniel Radcliffe singing) on youtube of course.

THAT'S MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOU GUYS. So my birthday present from you guys should be a review. And let me know what you think about the videos. Especially the tongue one.