Harry stepped into the room and could not help but look around uncomfortably. It wasn't anything that he had seen outside of a textbook, and even the moving pictures in the books had not done this justice. To be fair to him there were very few people who would actually have need to step into a ritual room, very few people who would have any use of one in their whole lives.
He didn't have use of one.
He needed one.
He turned a little and looked to where Dumbeldore was standing, pale faced and drawn as he had looked for a couple of months now. Part of Harry wanted to feel sorry for him, part of him even understood in a little way the choices that he had made.
The larger part of him would not forgive him for what he had done and thought to do, no matter how much he might understand his reasons.
He turned and looked at Hermione and Ron who were stony faced and serious, the way that they had been for a couple of months now too. He believed that he wore the same expression as he stood there, even though nerves felt as though they were eating him alive.
Brown eyes and blue eyes met his, firm and believing that this would work.
It had to.
They didn't want to lose him.
Harry trusted Hermione's research. When Dumbledore had said that there was no way around this, that the horcrux inside of Harry meant that he had to die, Hermione had taken that as a personal challenge, especially when some sharp words from Sirius, Molly and of all people Snape revealed that the Headmaster had not even looked for alternatives. Instead, he had believed that his way was the only way, and he had been waiting for the right moment to shove Harry in front of Voldemort and for him to die.
That was being perhaps a little unfair, Harry thought as his eyes roved back over the Headmaster, he had been prepared to die as well, but he had no right to make that choice for Harry. An old man sacrificing himself at the end of this long life was something very different to a young man who had not even begun to properly live his, who had not had a chance to live his.
Harry had been looking forward to becoming a legal adult nearly all his life, to get away from the Dursleys' oh so tender care, where Dumbledore had forced him to stay. To get away from the yearly confrontations at Hogwarts, which Dumbledore had maneuvered him into.
He had been looking forward to graduation, becoming an adult and being able to live.
Dumbledore had nearly taken that away from him.
Hermione had researched like the devil had possessed her, and Sirius had supplied her with every book that she could think of, and not think of needing, funding every single penny into buying every book, no matter how rare, until she came across this.
The ritual for all its complicated maths and the in depth details on the surface was relatively simple to understand.
The Horcrux was created by death, by breaking a life apart, by murder. To unlock it from Harry and destroy it, it needed to be the opposite, life, pulling something together, a bond.
The ritual had been scanned over by nearly everyone before it was agreed that it was the best choice, and then came the question of who.
Ron had volunteered, of course he had, but Harry had smiled and shaken his head fondly. They were like brothers, and aside from anything the bond would be able to tell there was something wrong with it.
Hermione had been out for the same reason.
It had been bantered around for a week, Harry's future once again being bantered about and waiting to be chosen upon when HE had burst into Grimmauld's kitchen looking utterly furious, furious in a way that Harry had never seen before, he had never seen him angry, not really, aside from when he had found out last year what Umbridge had been doing to Harry during detention.
Everyone had gawped as Fred Weasley snarled, asking why no one had told him what was happening, ripped a little into Dumbledore for what he had done, and then said…no demanded that he would be taking the bond.
Harry had just sat there, open mouthed when storming blue eyes had met his.
He had been asked hesitantly if he would be ok with this, and he had found himself nodding absently. The force of Fred's eyes on him almost demanded that he also accepted, and out of everyone who had been suggested, Fred was someone that he would feel the most comfortable with, someone that he knew at the very least.
The two of them had been whipped away nearly immediately to start the ritual preparations, cleansing them, purifying them utterly, casting the various spells and ritual soaks that would be needed for this to work.
Hermione and Ron had been as baffled as he was when they had managed to speak to him, but when they had double checked he was ok with it, his slightly shell shocked attitude worrying them, he had nodded again, the vision of those blue eyes flashing across his mind, and the expression on Fred's face.
Hermione and Ron suddenly moved to their places at the top and bottom of the ritual pentacle as representatives of Harry's close friends, Sirius moved to one of the side points as his family, smiling grimly but as supportively as he could at Harry given the circumstances.
None of them knew if this would actually work, none of them were sure that this would rip the damned thing from Harry. It was theory, well thought out and logically should work, but theory nonetheless.
They were all worried that it would fail.
They all also felt guilty that this was another aspect of Harry's life that was being forced. He might not have to die for this, but he would be binding himself to someone else for the rest of his life.
It was better it was someone he knew.
The room glowed with a soft white light that had nothing to do with the candles lit all around it, but despite the soft light and the candles the room wasn't overly bright, the magic humming through it dulled it.
The floor was made of light pink rose quartz, and the ritual pentacle, the lines and the circle, were like they had been filled with liquid gold and silver wrapped together. The runes that were carved into the floor around the circle were ruby red, and Harry knew that part of that colour was the blood that had been drawn from himself and Fred and mingled together.
The walls of the room were plain white crystal, perfect he now knew for emphasing the magic that would be cast, enhancing it and echoing it around them, the same way that the way an auditorium was created would bounce sound around it perfectly.
Harry turned nervously as George and Lee stepped into their places at the other two tips of the pentacle, their own faces set seriously in a way Harry had never seen, though they both did manage small smiles for him as they stepped into place, there to represent Fred.
Harry's people outweighed Fred's as he was the centre of the ritual, the focus of it. Though Hermione had explained that Ron was also being Fred's brother, and Harry's friendship with George and Lee would also help with the ritual.
Harry's eyes moved to the outside circle of the ritual room as the rest moved into their places. Molly and Arthur - the two had insisted that he call them that when they had come to assist in purifying him for one of the pre-ritual rituals as Fred's parents - they stepped into their places looking nervous and concerned, but Harry could also tell that they were proud, proud of Fred and also proud to be gaining Harry officially into their family for some reason.
Snape, McGonagall, Kingsley, Tonks, Mad Eye, Remus and Dumbledore made up the circle and all stood ready to begin, though there was a definite atmosphere against Dumbledore. None of them had been pleased about his plans, and none of them seemed willing to forgive anymore than Harry did.
Even Mad Eye had snarled at the old man when he had tried to appeal to him, Moody had no problem with someone sacrificing themselves for the Greater Good, but he had snarled at Dumbledore that that person should have the choice, and not have it made for them. He had added that if Dumbledore had explained to Harry and gave him the choice he fully believed that Harry would have willingly made that sacrifice anyway.
That had caused a whole load of shouting and screaming when Harry had just nodded his agreement.
It had made things worse when it had been discovered Dumbledore hadn't even tried to find another way.
Harry drew the white silk robe that he was wearing a little closer around himself, he wasn't cold, the room was pleasant, but standing here dressed in nothing but the robe, his bare feet on the stone floor, with everyone looking at him, he felt more than a little exposed.
The robe smelt strongly of Fred as well considering he had been wearing it every night for the last five nights while they had gone through everything. Fred would be wearing the one Harry had worn each night as well.
He met Hermione's eyes again and she smiled a little at him, inclining her head before there was a small noise and walls of the room split open like doors and Fred stepped into the room.
His eyes fell on Harry right away, and he did not look as though he had calmed much since the last time they had seen each other, his face was still set furiously, his eyes snapping as they took him in while the red head stalked forward and into the pentacle opposite Harry.
Only once he was in place and had looked Harry up and down as though making sure he was ok, did his eyes move to George who smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Harry's robe looked a little ridiculous on Fred, even though it had been a little big on Harry it still exposed a fair bit of his chest and was definitely…snug on him.
Though considering what would come next it didn't really matter.
Harry gulped a little when though blue eyes landed back on him and locked there, and as though that was their cue, the five around the pentacle moved clockwise, following the circle until they were back in their original places, and then Ron and George followed their line forward until they were standing in front of Fred. They had been decided on as they had the closest bonds to both Harry and Fred.
The other three started chanting the lines that Harry was sure they had memorised while George and Ron stripped Fred of his robe so that he was standing there utterly naked.
Harry had to fight back his gulp as blue eyes stayed on his face while his own face blushed brightly. Fred had a beater's build, his legs were muscled from riding his broom, his waist trim and muscled from steering and hitting bludgers, his chest and shoulders were wide and strong from carrying the heavy beaters bat and hitting the bludgers.
He had a strong jaw in the way all the Weasley boys seemed to have, his dark red hair falling around his face from where he had grown it out again. Harry resisted the urge to reach up and touch his own longer hair that was being held up in a high ponytail, his fringe and bangs covering his scar and framing his face. Fred had mentioned during the summer that he had liked the look, an offhand comment that had still made Harry smile.
He wondered if he still liked it.
George and Ron reached out and started painting the runes onto Fred's body with the golden paint in the bowls that they were holding, neither of them hesitated as they painted along Fred's arms, chest, back, stomach and legs. Ron admitted to Harry that the two of them had been practicing them so much that they were sure they would be able to write them in their sleep even when they were 90 years old.
As the golden runes became thicker on Fred's skin, the chanting from the other three around them picked up and became more intense, and the magic that was already heavy in the air thickened even more.
Harry fought and lost against the blush on his cheeks when he noticed something else was thickening. In amongst red pubes Fred's erection grew thicker and thicker until it was standing against his stomach.
He stood there uncaring that he was naked and hard in front of all these people, his eyes never left Harry's face as he held his arms out for George and Ron to access where they needed, and neither brother paused at the state he was in, just carried on.
They all knew that Harry's life depended on this.
Once Fred was covered in the runes, Ron stepped forward and placed the only one that would go on his face, a small rune that went in the centre of his forehead, before they turned and following the lines of the pentacle made their way to Harry. They each drew a rune over his closed eyes, and then Ron painted a small rune over Harry's heart, while George painted an identical rune in the middle of his forehead to the one that was on Fred's.
The two then moved their way back along the lines until they were in their spot, they took up the chant with the others near perfectly, and the five moved in an anticlockwise circle until they came back to their points, and then those on the outside started a separate chant, while the five's became even more intense.
Harry's wide and slightly panicked green eyes snapped back onto Fred, and he found that the other had not looked away from him the whole time. With a small nod of encouragement both he and Fred took a breath, and then they started their own separate chant, the three chants filling the room to the rooftop as they all went on for nearly an hour until the room was almost swimming with magic.
There was a soft whooshing noise through the room and with a small flare the runes painted on Harry and Fred changed from golden to black, and everyone stopped as though someone had silenced them.
It had worked, the first part was done.
Slowly the outer circle stepped away and out of the room, Molly, Arthur and Remus giving Harry and Fred encouraging looks. Harry avoided Dumbledore's attempt to meet his eyes, looking back to Fred and he saw that fury there again.
Once Moody had been out of the room for exactly a minute the five around them stepped back as one and bowed to them before walking once clockwise, once anticlockwise, and then stepped back and bowed once more, the magic growing thicker in the room before they turned and walked out, each of them looking at Harry and Fred intently before they walked passed them.
As soon as Ron stepped out the door it swung shut, sealing Fred and Harry in the ritual room for the rest of the night, and another flare went through the room, the runes turning white now.
It was working.
"You want to know why," Fred stated rather than asked almost as soon as the runes changed colour, taking a step towards Harry, still uncaring about the fact that he was naked and looked almost painfully hard.
"Yes," Harry licked his lips and blinked at Fred when he stepped closer.
"You think that I did this as a sacrifice, offering myself to save you from some of the less desirable people that were being put forward," Fred said, nearly within reaching distance of Harry now.
Harry nodded again, the thought had been going around and around in his head since he had been tugged away from the kitchen of Grimmauld and everything had started to get them here to this moment. As much as he didn't want to have to go through this with Snape who had been put forward, he didn't want to ruin Fred's life either with the other…
Harry gasped when Fred's arms snapped out and grabbed the sides of his robes, tugging him forward and against Fred's hard body, his hands sliding down the silky robe and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist while he slammed their lips together. There was no other word for it really as he held Harry tightly to him and his lips demanded movement from Harry's, his tongue quickly becoming involved and feeling as though he was devouring Harry who floundered for a moment before his hands settled on Fred's shoulder's and gripped tightly as he eyes closed and he lost himself in the kiss.
"I…my actions were entirely more selfish than that," Fred laughed hoarsely, both from the chanting that the had been doing and the kiss, as they parted Harry's eyes fluttered open, unsure when he had closed them, and met furious blue ones again that were only inches away, Fred's arms still locked around his smaller form.
"You were…you were angry?" Harry asked, remembering the expression on Fred's face when he had burst into the kitchen.
"No, I wasn't," Fred laughed a little shaking his head, but it wasn't his normal lighthearted laugh.
"But you…" Harry started to say confused but Fred shook his head again stopping him. The redhead grit his teeth and then answered through those clenched teeth.
"I wasn't angry Harry, I was furious,"
"Of what Dumbledore did?" Harry asked, but knowing as he said it, it wasn't quite right.
"That as well," Fred grunted. "I nearly lost you,"
"Because of the ritual?" Harry knew he didn't mean because of Dumbledore and the Horcrux.
"No one told George or I, no one let us know, we only found out through Mundungus. Someone else nearly claimed you, someone else nearly took you," Fred almost growled out, and he couldn't miss the shiver that went through Harry at the tone considering how tightly they were still pressed together.
"Why?" Harry almost whimpered, desperately trying to push from his head the fact that he could feel Fred's hard and weeping erection pressed against his own and his stomach.
"You were always too young before…I was going to wait another year before pressing my suit to you, I had a whole plan to woo you and win you over, to help you see me as more than Ron's older brother - one of many - and your Quidditch team mate,"
"You're not…"
"Shhhh," Fred smiled a little, a break finally in the fury he had been feeling as he reached up and swept his thumb over Harry's cheek bone before cupping his face. "I know that that is not all I am to you, but I wanted you to see me as more, and a partner. Then I heard what was happening," the smile faded.
"You didn't want it to be someone else," Harry breathed out.
"I love you," Fred said, looking him right in the eyes, and Harry felt his heart explode into a million pieces as cheesy as it sounded. "I love you, and I have for a long time, the thought of someone else doing this, of you being bound to someone else for the rest of our lives. I am being selfish doing this, I am claiming you for my own, so no one else can," Fred laughed roughly closing his eyes.
"You're saving me," Harry said softly, reaching up and stroking Fred's cheeks, cupping his jaw while one hand carded through Fred's red hair. Blue eyes opened and settled on his face, finding a small smile there. "I was terrified that it was going to be someone I didn't know, or worse someone like Snape who hates me, I was terrified that I was going to be bound to someone for the rest of my life that wouldn't love me, would tolerate me, or worse come to resent me for being stuck with me. But you…you already love me," Harry said with such awe in his voice that Fred's face softened completely into a smile, one that was far more familiar to Harry.
"I do, I love you, and I will never come to resent this, though you might," Fred said, but Harry was already shaking his head.
"I can't say that I love you," Harry said quietly, and Fred grimaced a little, but Harry's hands firmed on his face, "but I have noticed you, not as Ron's older brother, not just as my team mate. I…I know the difference between you and George, because I know you," Harry stressed.
"What do you mean?" Fred asked, tilting his head a little into Harry's touch.
"Ron, George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, even Percy, I care for them like siblings, since Molly and Arthur worked so hard to make me feel part of the family," Harry smiled a little, "but I could never feel like that for you, I…noticed you in different ways, I…you stood out to me…you and George are so similar but so different, and I…" Harry flushed and looked away as his face burned.
"What Harry?" Fred breathed out, pressing his forehead to Harry's temple, and Harry realised that Fred had had the courage to say everything he had, to stand here with Harry in his arms, he had laid himself bare, literally and figuratively for Harry, and he could do the same for him.
"I wanted you in a way that I haven't wanted anyone before. This last year, I noticed my feelings changing for you, and it makes sense now why you were always different to how I felt about the others, why I noticed you the way that I did. Bill and Charlie were so cool and good looking and mature but you were….you," Harry turned and met Fred's eyes. "I can't say that I love you back, not yet, but I really think I will,"
"I will make sure you will," Fred said determinedly, cupping the back of Harry's neck and squeezing a little in a way that made Harry groan.
"Fred…I am glad it is you, and soon as you said it, I was so relieved," Harry admitted.
"I will make sure that we are just fine, I will make sure that this works," Fred promised, scattering kisses over Harry's face.
"I will as well, I will make sure that you don't regret it," Harry said earnestly, but Fred just smiled and shook his head.
"You have carried the weight of so much for so long, I don't want you to have to, I just want you to be happy Harry, that is the only promise I want from you, let me carry this weight," Fred said gently.
He leant down and kissed the tears that fell from Harry's closed eyes at those words, words that he hadn't realised he had been desperate to hear.
"Let me take care of you Harry, let me take some of the weight from your shoulders. Let me love you, Harry?" Fred almost begged the last part, as though Harry would be doing him a favour by allowing him to do so, it was almost mad to Harry's mind, but it was so earnest and honest that he could only nod his head.
He found his chin gripped and his head tilted back, and those lips were back, devouring him, consuming him, and he held tightly onto those strong shoulders, Fred's body folding around him as though he would protect him from the world.
He groaned when Fred reached down and lifted him from his feet by his thighs, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist, meanwhile he was still kissing the breath from Harry, making him feel lightheaded from lust.
"You're so hard," Harry groaned out, wrenching their lips apart as he panted with desire when Fred's hard flesh rubbed against his own as his robe parted when he wrapped his spread legs around Fred's waist.
"You have no idea how many times I have been hard for you recently," Fred groaned, dropping carefully to his knees and placing Harry on his back on the floor, all the while keeping them pressed together, he thrust slightly and Harry's head flew back as he whined in pleasure at the friction. "You have no clue how many times I have stripped myself raw thinking about you, imagaining so many different scenarios where I take you,"
The words were possessive and demanding, but Harry found that he only found them more arousing, that he found himself almost surrendering under them, a millions images flashing through his mind as pleasure welled within him while Fred carried on thrusting their hard erections against each other as he bent over Harry's prone form and rested his hands either side of his dark head after encouraging him to keep his legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Tell me…tell me one of them," Harry panted, and Fred grinned at him like a shark.
"You want to know?" Fred taunted a little, thrusting his hips a little harder and drinking in the cry and the expression that spilled from Harry.
"Yes!" Harry nodded.
"Hmmm, my favourite is probably that we're alone on the Quidditch changing rooms, but you don't know I am there, you're still in the showers, and you're touching yourself, panting and full of pleasure, and then…as I am listening and getting harder and harder, you say my name. You're startled and a little scared at first when I step into the shower with you, but then you see how hard I am. You have your legs wrapped around me like this, your arms around my shoulders as I sink into you, holding you up against the tiles under the shower, as I thrust into you and take you apart…" Fred's words trailed off into a groan as Harry cried out and spilt himself between their stomachs, the words so vivid in his mind at the picture Fred painted. Grunting Fred thrust a couple more times until he followed Harry over the edge and spilt over their stomach's as well.
He dropped on top of Harry and panted into his shoulder as arms wrapped around his own shoulders and stroked along them, over his neck and then back over his shoulders while the two of them panted. He grinned a little to himself, getting the impression that Harry rather liked his shoulders.
"I dreamt that I was at the Burrow," Harry started to say in his ear, and Fred tensed, wondering if this was going where he thought it was. "I couldn't sleep and I went downstairs for a drink. I was coming back up them, but you were standing in the doorway to your room with just your boxers on. You asked me what was wrong, and when I said I couldn't sleep you took my hand and took me into your room. George wasn't there, and you pulled me into your bed, and you spooned up behind me, and as we lay there you got hard…I could feel you against me, and you started you reached round and found I was hard too, and you…you slipped my pyjamas down and pressed against me," Harry knew his face was burning when Fred pulled back to look at him.
"Merlin Harry,"
"I couldn't look you in the eyes for days after," Harry admitted, reaching up to cover his burning face.
"I remember, I thought that I had been a little too obvious and unnerved you or something," Fred laughed a little and Harry shook his head.
"It was as though I could feel it, for days, after dreaming it, every time I thought about it," Harry admitted.
"Merlin Harry, you really have thought about me," Fred groaned.
"You're the only person I have…I have had similar dreams but they're always faceless, you are the only one I have seen," Harry admitted.
Fred could do nothing but press their lips together again and kissed Harry until he was a panting mess under him, both of them had hardened while Harry spoke, and they did so even more during the course of the kiss until they were thrusting against each other again, and almost panting into each other's mouths.
"Fuck Harry," Fred groaned, and Harry made a noise of what he was fairly sure was agreement when Fred reached down and wrapped his hand around the two of them until the spilt themselves again.
"The magic, in here, it shouldn't be this potent right? It is meant to keep us going, but Hermione made it sound like it would be half an hour not…this," Harry panted as he dropped back into the floor.
"George and Lee looked into it a little, they reckoned that because I love you, because I have 'intense and honest' feelings for you, the magic would be more potent. Because you have also thought about me, it is probably more so," Fred stroked his fingers over Harry's face soothingly, drinking in the image of him, flushed with pleasure, pleasure that he had given him.
"Intense and honest, that was Lee wasn't it," Harry grinned a little, and Fred laughed.
"Definitely," He nodded.
"The intense and furious you is sexy, but I prefer this version of you," Harry said softly, brushing his fingers over Fred's face. "This is the you that I know,"
"I was so angry Harry, with them, with the situation, and scared of losing you," Fred admitted.
"We're bound now," Harry said, and then smiled a little brighter. "The thought of being bound to you, isn't a scary one, it is a hopeful one," He admitted.
"We will have a happy life," Fred promised. "We will get a house, somewhere pretty in a little village, somewhere that will be home for us,"
"I would like that, a home, I…I could be there, looking after it, waiting for you to come home from the store," Harry licked his lips nervously.
"Mmmm, coming home to you, to your amazing cooking after a day at the store, getting to kiss you, to touch you," Fred hummed happily, leaning down to kiss Harry again in a way that was rapidly becoming addicting. "Maybe after a few years some kids as well, little black haired green eyed kids,"
"Red Haired green eyed kids," Harry protested almost without thinking, a blush taking over. "I have thought about it," he muttered, turning his head to the side.
"Harry," Fred groaned before capturing Harry's mouth again as the black haired teen felt the redhead getting hard again.
"Fred…" Harry shook his head when Fred started thrusting against him again.
"Are you uncomfortable? Is it too quick?" Fred stilled his hips immediately and looked down at Harry, but the smaller shook his head and smiled softly, before his face burned red a little.
"Inside of me, I want you inside," Harry admitted.
"Harry I…" Fred sucked in a breath before resting his head on Harry's chest.
"What is it?" Harry asked, concerned and confused, but reached down to comb his fingers through Fred's hair.
"I am desperately trying to think about dementors naked to stop myself from cumming all over you again," Fred muttered, and Harry laughed brightly, filling the room with his laughter, and his joy.
Relief swelled through him as Fred sealed their lips together again, and this was definitely going to be an addiction, as his fingers pressed inside of Harry and started preparing him. The future suddenly didn't look so bleak anymore as he had thought it had when another choice was being taken from him.
He had found a few other guys aside from Fred attractive over the last couple of years, but his mind always came back around to Fred, and Fred was the only one that had stayed one of his fantasies. It had been a knee-jerk reaction to the expression in Fred's eyes and on his face but Harry had chosen Fred for this, but he had been Harry's choice.
And he thought that he could easily fall in love with the other, he could easily fall more and more in love with Fred as the years went by and their bond deepened. He could have a life of love, and more than that happiness and laughter with this man by his side, a life of support and understanding, and a life that was full.
He moaned and threw his head back when Fred withdrew his fingers and pressed himself inside of Harry's heat, the feeling of being stretched and filled sending fire through his veins, the sound of Fred panting and making soft noises of pleasure himself firing Harry's own arousal.
"Your eyes!" Harry groaned as Fred stared intently down at him.
"What about them?" Fred grinned a little, clearly guessing, even as he thrust his hips a little deeper and buried himself to the root, making Harry whine and arch in pleasure.
"They…they're so intense, they make me feel like I am on fire when you look at me like that," Harry panted.
"They're identical to George's," Fred said a little uncertainly.
"No, they have always been different, it is one of the ways I tell you apart, yours are more intent, intense, they always have been," Harry panted reaching up and running his thumbs under Fred's eyes before crying out when the other couldn't stop himself from pulling his hips back and thrusting back into Harry's hot body. "But the way you looked at me that day in the kitchen, the way you're looking at me now!" Harry groaned.
"It's only for you, always for you," Fred whispered in his ear before drawing back and thrusting into him again, and then again, and then again. Harry panted and clung on tightly as Fred took his body apart, driving him towards a pleasure that he had never felt before, that he hadn't been able to imagine.
"Fred!" Harry cried out.
"Yes! Cry out for me, only for me!" Fred demanded, fucking even harder into Harry, the noises of their lovemaking filling the room.
Harry had never imagined that Fred could be so possessive, that he ever would be, and he had never imagined how much he would like it. The words seemed to light body on fire and he spilt between them again, screaming out in pleasure as Fred carried on thrusting into him, drawing out his orgasm as Harry's finger's bit into his shoulders.
"Fuck, you came just from this, without me even touching your cock, fuck Harry," Fred groaned into his ear before thrusting himself as deeply into Harry as he could go and spilt inside of him.
"Fred," Harry groaned when he felt like he could breathe again and his ears stopped ringing.
"Right here," Fred scattered kisses over Harry's face before pressing gentle, loving kisses to his lips. "Ok?" he asked, concerned when they parted.
"I feel amazing, I haven't…with anyone before, I have only kissed Cho once, that's it. This is…for my first time this is amazing," Harry admitted and then went a little wide-eyed when he felt Fred hardening inside of him again, "Seriously?"
"I think I would have gotten rock hard anyway hearing you admitting that to me," Fred said dryly before thrusting his hips slightly, "As it is, I think that they severely underestimated what might happen if feelings were involved," he chuckled.
"Hermione predicted four or five times," Harry said before groaning when Fred thrust a little harder and he could feel his own body awakening.
"I always did like breaking expectations apart," Fred grinned and moved them suddenly so that Harry was on his hands and knees and Fred slipped back into him, feeling as though he were going even deeper than before.
"You're going to break me apart," Harry whined, scrambling to try and get purchase on the stone floor as Fred started pounding into him again.
"I will put you back together, I promise," Fred smirked.
"Fred!" Harry cried out as the redhead gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, and Harry could feel his head swimming in pleasure.
"Just to take you apart, again, and again, and again, to see you falling apart under me, on my cock," Fred growled, dropping his hand next to Harry's head and using the new position to take Harry even harder.
"Your mouth!" Harry groaned.
"Do you like it?" Fred asked, but he already knew the answer, he could feel what it did to Harry every time he spoke like that. He looked down at Harry who had pressed his face to the cool stone floor, his expression wracked with pleasure as Fred took him, pounded into him, and he moved back to meet as much of Fred's thrusts as he possibly could until he spilt his cum onto the stone floor this time.
Fred held still for a few moments only before reaching down and lifting Harry by the throat so that he was kneeling now, and then he moved his grip to Harry's dark hair and gripped it tightly as he started thrusting into him again.
"Fred, I can't!" Harry whined, reaching back and gripping tightly onto Fred's thighs for dear life, groaning when he could feel the muscles moving with every thrust.
"You can," Fred groaned, widening his own stance and then taking Harry as hard as he could, listening greedily to the groans and whines, and the sound of his name tumbling over and over from Harry's sweet mouth.
Fred woke slowly, the feeling of the magic in the room still humming around them as they lay there. He was aching, every muscle felt as though it were on fire, but as his memory came back to him of the hours and hours of lovemaking that he and Harry had had the night before, it was worth it.
Though he would kill for them to be on a bed right now and not a hard stone floor.
They had been so exhausted when they had finally stopped at some point in what Fred thought was the early hours of the morning, that the stone floor hadn't felt so bad. Now it was far from comfortable.
Looking down he smiled and ran his fingers through Harry's dark and ruffled hair, he at least was hopefully a little more comfortable considering he was using Fred as a bed slash pillow, curled up on top of him and still fast asleep.
Fred took a breath as he looked at the bruises and bites starting to really bloom on Harry's pale skin. He would feel a little guilty if Harry hadn't been very vocal about what it did to him, how arousing he found it the night before. Now, that possessive side of himself just burned a little brighter, seeing Harry wearing his marks, seeing him in his arms.
Harry's words from last night also sat brightly in his heart, he couldn't say that he loved him yet, but he liked Fred, he wanted him, had wanted him for a while now, he had thought of him differently to the mass of Weasleys that surrounded him. Fred could more than work with that.
He loved Harry, had loved him for years now, he had been the only one for Fred and the redhead had been willing to wait for him. He had come so close to nearly losing him though.
He started a little when gentle fingers brushed over his face, and he looked down to see Harry awake, green eyes watching him.
"You're thinking deep thoughts," Harry said and his voice was rough from the crying out he had done during the course of their lovemaking.
"Just thinking that I owe Mundungus something big for not being able to keep his mouth shut," Fred snorted, his own voice just as rough.
"Me too," Harry laughed. "I am so glad it was you," he sighed.
"Me too," Fred sat up a little, careful not to dislodge Harry as worry swept over the other's face. "What is it?"
"We had better go find out if it worked," Harry said, fear clear in his voice.
"If it doesn't then we will find something else, Hermione isn't going to give up, none of us are. And you're not alone anymore, I know you have Ron and Hermione, Sirius and Remus, but we're partners now, I meant what I said yesterday, let me carry some of the burden," Fred said softly.
Green eyes filled with tears and Harry sat up and straddled Fred's lap and buried his face into his shoulder as those tears fell, and he cried out all of the fear and relief, worry and pain that had been going through him. Fred just held him tightly and rubbed his back, murmuring to him as they sat there.
"Thank you," Harry sniffed.
"Whatever happens we will get through this," Fred promised.
"I have something to look forward to now, a future," Harry smiled, it was a small smile but it was honest and bright. "I want that cottage,"
"I thought you might like that, I have thought about it more and more over the last year, evenings in front of the fire together, mornings in the garden drinking coffee. You made it even better though,"
"I did?" Harry blinked.
"The thought of getting to come home to you each evening, eating your meals, you welcoming me home with a kiss…maybe some lovemaking," Fred laughed when Harry poked him hard in the cheek.
"Don't you dare, I think if I get hard again anytime soon I will die!" Harry part growled, part groaned.
"Well we can't have that," Fred grinned before kissing Harry sweetly. He summoned Harry's original robe and wrapped it around him, before standing and tugging his own one on.
"Fred?" Harry huffed.
"What's wrong?" Fred asked concerned.
"I am not sure my legs are going to work," Harry huffed embarrassed.
"That is fine," Fred grinned and then picked Harry up from the floor, one hand under his knees, the other behind his back.
"This is embarrassing," Harry groaned.
"You have gone through a lot of stress the last few weeks, not to mention the ritual was focussed on you last night and removing that thing from you, it is no wonder you're exhausted," Fred snorted.
"And everything else," Harry said, a little amused, resting his head on Fred's shoulder and bringing his hand up to stroke the other one. He definitely had a thing for his shoulders, the things that he had said last night, not to mention the marks on Fred's shoulders from his nails told of that interest. "I just hope it worked," Harry sighed.
"Whatever happens we will figure it out, we're together in this now, and you don't have to do this alone," Fred said. He paused in front of the wall when a gentle kiss was brushed to his temple, and then his cheek, and then with gentle urging from Harry to turn his lips as well.
"Thank you," Harry breathed.
"You never have to thank me for loving you," Fred shook his head.
"I think I will be thankful of that every single day," Harry answered honestly.
"Come on, let's face the music," Fred said, but there was a wide grin on his face as they walked out of the ritual room.
An hour later they were washed and dressed in more comfortable, and less revealing clothes, and made their way down to the kitchen where the others had said they would wait for them. Harry's legs were working again, but he leant against Fred, the other's arm around his waist as they walked, partly for support, and partly because he did not want to be very far from the other.
When they walked into the kitchen they found an exhausted looking group sitting there, looking as though they were being fueled by the massive mugs of coffee that were sitting on the table. Everyone brightened though when they walked in.
"Boys," Molly beamed hurrying over to hug them, and that started a stream of worried people coming over to hug them tightly, nearly everyone at the table besides Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall. Moody even hobbled over and though he didn't hug them, he did squeeze their shoulders.
"You're a fucking animal!" Ron muttered darkly, glaring at his brother when he caught sight of a couple of marks on Harry's chest.
"Ron I was…" Harry coughed as his cheeks burned brightly.
"Oh…oh!" Ron coughed and blushed back, looking utterly mortified as he stumbled away.
"I want a good number of the details," Hermione muttered hugging him.
"That might take a while," Harry admitted sheepishly and Hermione let out a delighted laugh, more at the sparkle that was back in his green eyes than at his words.
"Thank you!" She said fiercely, wrapping her arms around Fred and squeezing him tightly.
"You never have to thank me for this," Fred said but he squeezed her back, "but I know what you mean, I want to keep him happy and smiling," he promised her as they pulled back and he looked into the intelligent eyes of one of the most important people to Harry.
"Oh," Hermione breathed as Harry Sirius turned from when the godfather had been fussing over his godson.
"Thank you for working out how to save him, I love him, and I don't know what I would have done if I lost him," Fred said, and the whole room paused as they clearly heard what he said.
"Suddenly makes a whole lot more sense now," Bill chuckled from the table.
"Oh Fred," Molly tugged her son into a tight hug.
"How are you feeling about this?" Sirius asked Harry softly.
"I think I can easily fall in love as well, I already have strong feelings for him," Harry admitted.
"We have to see if it has actually worked first before we go congratulate Granger!" Snape snapped from the table.
"Worked or not, we will find something that will," Fred said with a certainty that had Hermione's eyes sparking back to life from the fear she had been feeling, nodding determinedly.
"How about we check if all this worked first huh?" Charlie laughed.
They all made their way back to the table and seated themselves, Harry paused for a moment, eyeing the hard wooden chair before slipping into Fred's lap and making himself comfortable. George laughed at his twin's face when Fred blinked at Harry before a joyous expression crossed his face and he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.
"This is going to get gross really quickly," Ron sighed, slipping into the chair next to Harry as Hermione and Sirius sat opposite.
"Me and Fred, or the jar hopefully holding part of Voldemort's soul?" Harry asked with a small grin, motioning to the round earthenware jar seated on the table that Dumbledore had summoned from the ritual room.
"I am buying a new table after this, that doesn't feel hygienic at all," Sirius grimaced glaring at the jar.
"I will look now," Dumbledore took a breath and stood, his hand on the lid as he clearly fought to prepare himself, and then ripped the lid off and peered inside. "Oh," he said, sounding so utterly surprised that everyone around the table stared.
"Oh?" Sirius repeated after a moment.
"Oh good? Or Oh bad?" Ron frowned.
"Oh nothing is in there?" Arthur asked concerned.
"Ah no, the soul piece is here…Boys…was the ritual particularly…powerful for you last night?" Dumbledore tried to ask discreetly, but Harry's face lit up bright red, and everyone had a small blush on their face around the table.
"That's your answer," Moody snorted, pointing to Harry's glowing face.
"Ah it seems that the ritual was a little more successful than we anticipated," Dumbledore coughed.
"More successful…how could it be more successful?" Hermione blinked, her mind clearly spinning to try and work out what she had missed as a potential from her research.
"In light of Mr Weasley's confession…I believe that was a little more umph to the ritual and…it appears that there are all the horcrux souls in here, besides that one that Harry has already destroyed obviously," Dumbledore said, still blinking rapidly.
"So that means…" Ron gasped.
"Voldemort is completely vulnerable now," Dumbledore nodded.
"We…we managed to summon all of the pieces?" Harry asked, confused.
"It seems the power of the ritual and your bond not only drew the soul piece from you, but acted as a sort of…magnet for the other pieces. We destroy this and Voldemort is as vulnerable as any other strong witch or wizard, not to be underestimated of course but…still he can be killed," Dumbledore breathed out.
"We can kill him," Harry whipped around to look at Fred wide eyed who started grinning widely as everything hit him.
"Yes we can," Fred said firmly before drawing Harry in for a firm kiss, ignoring the squawks and groans from around the table.
Harry panted as he dodged out of the way of the spell that had been thrown at him, throwing his shield up to deflect another spell and then finally was able to fire a few of his own. He was drawing and needling Voldemort, and the longer he did it, the more danger he was in but he needed the right moment, he needed…
Now!
Harry cast as Voldemort did, and quickly their spells met and started exploding outward, the green and red light changing to a blinding white, and expanding outward, forming a net around them.
"This again Harry?!" Voldemort drawled as though bored even as he sweated as heavily as Harry was, pumping his magic into the spell and trying to force the magic towards Harry.
"This time is a little different!" Harry grinned sharply right as he felt a large, familiar hand settle in the centre of his back. Through their bond he felt Fred's magic swell and then start flowing into him.
"What are you doing?!" Voldemort's red eyes narrowed.
"All the spells and rituals that you have performed on yourself to make yourself stronger, more powerful, immortal," Harry grinned wider at the growing fear in Voldemort's eyes. "I know what the power is that you know not!"
"What?" Voldemort hissed.
"Love, it is love. Fred loves me, and that love managed to draw together all your horcruxes so we could destroy them!" Harry smirked and pressed his and Fred's magic harder into the spell.
"No…no…you couldn't have…I would know…" Voldemort turned slightly to look at Nagini who was alive and well…for the minute.
"The ritual was to remove the horcrux you settled in me, without killing me, it removed all the others, slid them away without you knowing," Harry laughed.
"No! No!" Voldemort screamed.
"Yes, and all those ritual and spells you cast on yourself, to make you more powerful, to give you all this magical strength, none of it will stand up to us, because I love Fred," Harry said, and he felt the start in his partner, his hand tightened on Harry's shoulder even as Harry laughed happily, "I love Fred, and that strength is what will destroy you!"
"I love you," Fred wrapped his arms around Harry's waist instead and breathed the words into his ear.
"I love you, so much," Harry said happily, meeting those beautiful blue eyes before they both turned to Voldemort and with all of his and Fred's magic crashing through him Harry forced everything that he had through his wand until with a shriek it seemed like a tsunami of magic flowed over Voldemort and swallowed him whole.
Fred and Harry crashed to the ground panting, Fred still holding tightly onto Harry as they stared at the ash falling to the ground, the remains of the ritual spell that had brought Voldemort back into a body.
"Did you mean it?" Fred breathed into Harry's ear. "It has only been three months,"
"I meant it, I love you, how could I not fall utterly in love with you," Harry managed to turn in Fred's arms and threw his arms around his shoulders.
"I love you," Fred couldn't say anything else as he tugged Harry against him and kissed him deeply.
"Seriously?" Ron asked dryly stumbling up a pile of rocks and finding the two of them.
"Are they snogging again?" Hermione groaned.
"You need to look into the ritual and see if it is something from that!" Sirius shook his head.
"I can vouch it is Weasley twin thing," Lee grinned stumbling into the area wiping blood from his face.
"You're hurt!" George frowned hurrying over and wrapping his arms around Lee.
"Let's start our life now," Harry sighed as they parted, completely ignoring the chatter from around them.
"How about we sleep the rest of today away, have wild and furious sex tomorrow morning, and in the afternoon go to the estate agents and ask to see all their cottages in small villages?" Fred grinned.
"That, my love, sounds like a plan to me!" Harry laughed happily before throwing himself onto Fred and kissing him desperately.
"Somehow I don't think it is fair to place all the blame on Fred," Remus chuckled throwing his arm around Sirius.
"We're trying to have a moment here, do you lot mind?" Harry growled, green eyes staring around at them unimpressed.
"Nope, we don't mind at all," George grinned.
"I definitely fell in love with the right twin," Harry huffed.
"Hey!" George protested as Fred laughed and tugged Harry back against him to claim his lips. The two of them losing themselves in each other as their dreams of the future could finally start falling into plac