Haven't updated in a while. Ron/twins won! HA HA HA! Don't own HP. So sad.

Harry took the computer, anger settling over his features.

"You will pay, Ron."

As he looked through possible revenge pieces, Ron said to Hermione, "So how bad can fanfiction be?"

"Awful."

"Oh?" Ron said, trying to keep his spirits up.

"I saw one between McGonagall, Sirius, and Ginny."

"Oh, crap," said Ron, face paper white.

"I found it!" sang Harry. Hermione grinned.

"You are so dead, Ron."

Harry cleared his throat. "And it is called Even Though!"

Ron was rather bored.

"I'm bored already," mumbled Ron. "Let's skip it."

Harry was off fucking Ginny somewhere,

"WHAT?" yelled Ron. "Is THAT what you do when I'm not around?"

and Hermione was probably with all the sixth year boys in Ravenclaw. Even though they were all twenty-one.

"This had better be worth it, Harry," warned Hermione.

"Oh, trust me, it is."

Wandering around Hogsmeade,

"How am I rather bored? I'm in Honeyduke's or Zonko's!"

he found himself in the Hog's Head.

"Nuh-uh. Not now, not ever."

There was nobody there but Fred and George. Ron felt his heartbeat speed up.

"What did you do?" asked Ron slowly.

For a couple of weeks now, Ron had had this reaction whenever near the twins. He had tried to blow it off at first, but it had gotten stronger and stronger until he couldn't ignore it anymore. Yesterday, he had finally accepted it: he fancied them.

"Harry!"

No, he loved them.

"HARRY! I WILL MURDER YOU! HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FANCY FRED AND GEORGE! FIRST HERMIONE SHAGS SKEETER, AND NOW I WANT TO SHAG MY OWN BROTHERS? HARRY, YOU'RE SICK! SICK! AND I'LL KILL YOU! YOU-KNOW-WHO WILL BE KITTIES AND PUPPIES WITH DULL TEETH NEXT TO ME!"

"Done?" asked Hermione. "I want to hear this."

"Traitor."

Trying to control his racing heart and instant boner,

"Did I mention I hate you?"

Ron made his way to their table. "Hi," they chorused.

It was so cute when they did that.

Hermione stifled a burst of laughter, and Ron seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

"H-hi," he stammered. He sat down.

"What's up, Ronniekins?" asked Fred. Or was it George? Never mind, he loved them both just the same.

Ron had turned from white to green to purple in seconds.

"Uh, nothing much," he said, trying not to make an ass of himself.

"Too late," mumbled Hermione. "Years too late."

Harry chuckled.

"No, I can see there's something else," said the other one.

"What is it?" asked the first one.

Now or never, he thought.

"Um, guys?"

"Yes?" they said at the same time.

"I kind of love you. In that way. Even though we're brothers."

Ron made some strangled, choking noises. "Please," he said hoarsely. "Have mercy. I'm your best mate! I wouldn't do this to you!"

Harry grinned and continued.

Something in their eyes softened.

"Um, Ron?" asked Fred gently.

"Yes?" he asked, heart in his throat. If they rejected him, he wouldn't be able to live.

It was an odd sight. Ron's eyes were bulging, face purple, neck bright red. There was a vein throbbing in his temple.

"Wait, how come he's able to tell them apart all of a sudden?" asked Hermione.

"Because he looooves them," teased Harry.

"We kind of love you, too," said George.

"In that way," added Fred.

"Even though we're brothers," finished George.

Ron fainted dead away. Both Hermione and Harry burst out laughing.

"Should we wake him up?" asked Harry.

"Yes. Allow him to complete his torture session," laughed Hermione.

"Rennervate."

Ron gasped awake. "Is it done? Am I liberated?"

"Nope," grinned Harry.

That afternoon was very pleasant for Fred, George, Ron, and his boner. Several times.

Ron groaned and fell back onto the couch.

"Neither of you are ever going to let me live this down," he moaned.

"Absolutely not," said Hermione, offended.

"What will be next?" asked Ron, his eyes full of genuine fear.

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. Anyway, next up: Hermione/Dobby or Trio? You have until next Saturday to vote! A new post will be up by next Monday! I work so hard for you guys...