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Pretty Kitty	By : CherryStarburst Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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Warnings:
Smut! Anal, HJ, toys, and that's just for this chapter...

“Want
to tell us what this was all about?” Fred asked, face buried in
Harry's hair. The three were currently curled up on George's bed, and
hadn't spoke since they'd come up to the dormitory, fifteen minutes
ago.

“... No?” Harry said, voice wavering. George
shook his head, arm around Harry's waist tightening. Fred snorted
with laughter, inappropriate though it was.

“Sorry, let
me rephrase that. Tell me what that was all about,” Fred said
sternly. Harry shrugged, body tensing. George started kissing up
Harry's neck – noting the lack of collar – and Harry was
instantly putty in their hands. This time, it was Fred shaking his
head in exasperation.

“It was, um...” Harry
started, voice shaky. Fred petted his tail soothingly. “Well,
the thing is...” George rubbed his cat ears. Harry finally
jumped up, away from them, sending them dirty glares. Fred grinned
and reclined on the bed, while George laughed, reaching out for Harry
again.

“Sorry, kitten, we'll stop,” George told
him insincerely. Harry gave them a flat look and started towards the
door.

He never reached it.

Fred, smirking, jumped off
the bed and onto Harry, bringing the catboy onto a red rug lain
strewn on the stone floor. Harry turned to glare at him, and Fred
kissed his lips, before standing and grabbing Harry. Harry hissed at
him as he was lifted off the floor and into Fred's arms.

Fred
dumped Harry back on the bed when his claws sunk into a freckly arm.
George 'tsk'ed and tapped Harry's nose. “Bad kitty.”

“Ow,”
Fred murmured petulantly, rubbing the puncture marks on his arm.
Harry frowned and looked down, not willing to admit that he felt
slightly guilty.

“Poor Freddie,” George said,
gathering Fred in his arms and kissing the injured area. Fred nodded
pitifully, tears glittering in his eyes. “Did the big bad cat
hurt you?”

“Uh-huh,” Fred squeaked out,
sniffing pathetically. Harry twitched, glaring daggers at the
bedspread. He felt guilty, but this was taking it to ridiculous
proportions. “It hurts, Georgie.”

“I know,
baby,” George cooed, rocking Fred back and forth. Harry rolled
his eyes, muttering curses under his breath, while Fred sniffled and
sniffled. When Fred
let out a long, loud wail and George murmured soothing words, Harry
finally looked up from the bed to shoot them dark looks.

“For
fucks sake, you wimp!” Harry snarled. Fred looked scandalised,
and George shook his head, looking very stern and authoritative.

Harry gulped, shuffling backwards on the bed at the look
George was giving him. George lifted Fred and set him on the bed,
before moving from sitting to kneeling on his knees. Harry hit the
board at the foot of the bed, and attempted to rise up and slide off
the bed.

“Oh no you don't.” Was all the warning
Harry got before he was jumped by George, who dragged him back to the
centre of the bed by his legs, and then straddled his waist. Harry
meowed pitifully.

“I think this kitten needs to be
punished, don't you, Gred?” George asked, looking towards Fred,
who had mysteriously materialised at Harry's side, and was leering
down at the catboy. Harry gulped audibly, and Fred looked
delighted.

“I do believe he should be punished, Forge,”
Fred agreed readily. Harry tried to push George off, but the teen
refused to budge, grinning down at Harry. Harry refused to admit that
he was feeling faint stirs of arousal. That was just fear.
Right.

“Here, Gred, keep him down for a minute while I
go and get something,” George told Fred, who gladly complied,
taking George's place on Harry's waist while George slid off the bed
to the trunk at the foot of it. Harry heard rummaging, and tried to
see what George was up to, but Fred's lips on his stopped his
curiosity.

“Such a pretty kitty-cat,” Fred
murmured against his lips, before pressing down harder. Harry exhaled
shakily, opening his mouth for Fred, who didn't hesitate to plunge
his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry arched his back as Fred traced
the roof of his mouth, and then rubbed their tongues together.

When
Fred pulled away, Harry was slightly flushed, and George was sitting
next to his head, rubbing his cat ears. Harry distantly realised he
was purring.

Fred moved to his jaw line, licking a long trail
to his ear, while George worked on unbuttoning Harry's shirt. Fred
moved his body out of the way to help him, lying on his side next to
Harry, and nibbling on the lobe of his ear. Harry's breath was
beginning to come out in short pants.

George finished
unbuttoning his shirt and stared, through lidded eyes, at Harry's
revealed skin for a moment. Harry moaned softly at the look, and Fred
smirked around his ear, tongue lapping up the shell of it, before he
bit the skin just behind.

Harry gasped sharply, and stopped
breathing altogether when George's hand rested on his stomach for a
moment. His palm seemed to burn Harry, and the boy squirmed, trying
to get George's hand to just move.
George chuckled, abiding Harry, his hand gliding from his stomach to
his chest.

As Fred sucked on Harry's neck, the sounds of his
mouth pulling the skin loud and lewd, George rolled one of his
nipples between finger and thumb, his mouth biting down on the other
one, hard. Harry arched into the rough touch, wishing that his hands
weren't being squashed under the twins bodies.

Fred slid off
his glasses and threw them somewhere, none of them comprehending the
tinkling of shattering glass. Harry's tail finally worked it's way
from under his body, and Harry smiled smugly as he made it run up
Fred's clothed leg slowly.

Fred gasped and tsked. “Naughty
kitten,” he murmured and, in one swift, violent move, had
ripped the button off Harry's trousers and pulled the
zipper apart, probably breaking it. Fred's laughter was dark,
seductive, as his hand slipped past the waistband to palm Harry
through his boxers.

“Merlin,”
Harry groaned. George gave one last volatile suck to Harry's nipple
that had the boy keening, and began to kiss his way down Harry's
torso.

“You can just call me Fred,” Fred
whispered into Harry's cat ear, and then lightly nipped the tip. His
ear swivelled every-which-way. Arrogant though Fred might have
sounded, Harry could hear the slight catch in his voice, the
stuttering of his breath. Harry's tail was currently rubbing at the
area around George's crotch, never quite touching the pronounced
bulge.

“I'm gonna tie your tail up in a minute, if you
don't stop that,” George said against his bellybutton, before
he blew gently into the hole, noting with satisfaction that Harry's
tail went rigid with the pleasure, finally touching
him where he wanted it.

It seemed Fred had taken Harry's lead
in denying his partner pleasure, as his hand continued to rub Harry
through his clothes, never dipping under his boxers. Harry moaned in
frustration, curling his fingers, which were still pressed under
Fred, and slightly unsheathing his claws.

“Oh, wow,”
Fred suddenly hissed as Harry's nails dug into his hip. Harry thumped
the back of his head against the bed. Of course Fred
would like that. The twins seemed to like all of his revenge.

“Not
entirely sure I want to know,” George mused, before he sat up,
looming over Harry. Harry frowned at him in confusion, wondering
where that hot mouth had gone. It had been so close.

George drew his wand out, tapped Harry's trousers, and
muttered a spell. Harry's trousers vanished instantly. George then
tapped Harry's cock, through his boxers - which also swiftly
disappeared- leaving the tip of George's wand touching his exposed
erection.

George smiled.

“Time to try out that
spell you like so much, Fred,” George said quietly. Harry got
the feeling that he should run away, as fast as possible. But, for
some strange reason, his body just wouldn't comply, which possibly
had something to do with Fred staring hungrily at his completely
naked body. Harry vaguely registered that they were still both fully
clothed – how unfair.

“Igneus
iucunditas.” The way
George practically purred the incantation made Harry's body feel weak
as a newborn kitten's. And when George trailed his wand down Harry's
dick, he was certain he was going to faint.

“George!
Do that again,” Harry begged, wanting more and more of the
electric sparks that had just been dragged down his cock. Fred seemed
rendered helpless as well, gaze fluttering between Harry's cock and
his flushed, twisted face.

“You look so sexy,”
Fred drawled. George gave a murmured agreement, far too busy
torturing Harry with this new spell, running his wand up and down,
occasionally trailing it up his stomach, his chest, around his
nipples, and then back to his crotch.

“Please, please,”
Harry repeated, head thrashing from side to side. George looked to
Fred, who was still staring at Harry, expression slack. George was
certain that, were his attention not focused on his wand, he would
have been doing exactly the same thing.

“Fred,”
George hissed, catching his attention. Fred turned his lust-filled
gaze to George, who leaned over, seizing his mouth in a hard kiss.
Fred moaned, arms immediately wrapping around George's neck, as their
tongues met in the middle, rubbing against each other, over each
other, fighting to claim each other's mouth.

Harry watched
them, cock jerking with every 'slurp'.
The two nearly mirror-images of each other kissing had always caused
arousal to shoot through him.

As George broke the kiss, he
smirked and shoved something into Fred's hand. Fred frowned for a
moment, wet pink lips still parted, before he realised what it was.
He mirrored George's smirk.

Had Harry been fully in control
of his body, he would have sought escape at the smirks, but as it
was, the wicked expressions only caused him to groan softly.

“Don't
worry kitten-”

“We haven't forgotten you,”
George finished, pressing his lips against Harry's, fully distracting
him from Fred's ministrations.

Fred set down the object in
his hand and pulled his wand from his back pocket, sliding it along
the bed until it was between Harry's parted legs.

Harry
jolted as he felt something cold and wet suddenly appear in
his ass. He let out a confused mew, gaze meeting George's, who
pressed butterfly kisses to his lips and chin.

“Relax,”
George told him, and Harry decided to trust him (although he should
always remember to never trust a Weasley twin), and made a conscious
effort to relax.

The moment he did, something began pushing at
his entrance. Harry shot up and stared down at Fred, who had a hand
positioned between his legs. Fred laughed softly, making Harry flush
with embarrassment.

“I told you, relax,” George
repeated, breath ghosting Harry's cat ear. Harry squirmed, resisting
the urge to rub his ear, which was made easier as George began
sucking on it.

Fred pushed his finger in, and Harry tensed,
before trying to relax. Fred continued to inch his finger further,
and by the time it was fully in, Harry's breath was coming out in
short pants. George was once again using his wonderful wand on
Harry's cock.

Fred moved his finger out slightly, and then
back in. Harry groaned, reaching out for George. His hand landed on
George's clothed erection.

George gasped softly, and Harry
tensed, before making himself relax. He couldn't keep getting scared
off by doing something during
sex; he'd gone through with giving George a blowjob, and the redhead
in question was giving him amazing pleasure.

Harry's fingers
trailed softly over the bulge in George's jeans. George gazed at
Harry steadfastly, and Harry bucked as Fred's finger pressed down on
his prostate. Fred looked triumphant, and pressed a kiss to Harry's
hip.

As Harry shakily unzipped George's trousers, his tail
moved down to rub Fred. Fred let out a breathless laugh. “Your
tail is simply amazing.”

“He makes such a cute
kitty, doesn't he?” George asked, thrusting his hips lightly as
Harry slid his hand under George's boxer shorts and wrapped his
fingers around George's erection, wrist protesting at the awkward
angle.

Fred slowly slid another finger into Harry, who let
out a cry, although he couldn't really distinguish whether it was
pain at the intrusion, or pleasure at Fred stimulating his prostate
and George's wand finding his sensitive balls.

Fred's fingers
scissored, stretching Harry wide. He found himself thrusting onto the
fingers, and Fred pumped them faster, thrilled at Harry's reaction.

“Just one more, Harry,” Fred promised, although
Harry was too far gone to really wonder what on earth Fred meant.
George discarded his wand for his own hand, covering Harry's cock.
Fred pressed another finger at Harry's hole, and it slid in, causing
Harry to hiss with discomfort for a moment, before George's free hand
began fingering his cat ears.

Fred thrust his fingers in and
out, battering that spot that caused Harry pleasure. Harry's
vocabulary ranged from 'Ah!' to 'Merlin!', and his tail and hand
worked faster and faster on George and Fred.

Fred picked up
the object discarded on the bed, and Harry got a blurry look at it.
It was egg-shaped and pink,
bizarrely enough. Fred caught his look and grinned.

“You'll
love it, Harry,” Fred told him. “... Or hate it,”
he added, as an afterthought, and a sudden buzzing sound filled the
room. Harry frowned, but the expression was wiped away as he felt
something buzzing against his cock.

“Ungh, Fred,”
he cried, the vibrations causing his eyes to roll into the back of
his head.

“This can go inside you, if you want it,”
George told him, voice jilted as Harry's hand around him tightened
slightly. Harry's eyes snapped wide open, and he nodded frantically,
the mere thought sending shivers down his spine. The twins looked
satisfied.

“That's what we thought,” they said in
unison, and suddenly, the vibrator was pushing inside Harry. Fred had
stopped the vibrations for the moment, and Harry shifted slightly,
getting used to the feeling of something more blunt that Fred's
fingers being forced into him.

“It's in now,”
Fred told him, reverently. Two fingers gave it a sudden shove,
and it was pushed firmly inside Harry, with no chance of escape.

Fred turned it on.

“Oh!” Harry gasped
out, writhing, as the vibrator buzzed against his prostate. “Ah,
Fred! George!”
Harry cummed instantly, white jets shooting
from his cock to cover his chest, the explosion so forceful the cum
even hit his neck and chin. The incredibly hot sight was the tipping
point for both the twins, as they exploded, George over Harry's hand,
and Fred in his trousers.

XxXxXxX

“Some
punishment,” Harry snorted out ten minutes later. With his eyes
closed, he didn't register the gleam in the twins eyes.

XxXxXxX

Five minutes after Harry stumbled out of the
common room – the morning's activities having made him feel
incredibly weak- he realised that the twins hadn't taken the vibrator
out.

Harry paled and looked around him, as if certain that
everyone could just tell what
he'd been up to, what the twins had done to him. What he'd
wanted done to him.

He
wondered if he could slip into a bathroom and take it out himself,
maybe with his wand. He sincerely hoped the twins hadn't done
something twin-like, such as putting a sticking charm on it.

“I
bet they have,” Harry muttered, feeling despair welling up in
him. Bloody hell, what if they had? What would he do all day, with
this weird thing rubbing
against his prostate with every step he took?

Harry quickly
slipped into an alcove behind a statue and pointed his wand at his
crotch area. He muttered a glamour, already feeling his cock
stirring. Oh the joys of being a teenager.

Harry poked his
head back out, looking around for anyone, and pleased to see the
corridor was empty. He stealthily snuck out of the enclosed space,
and slunk down the corridor to the Great Hall.

XxXxXxX

As
he made his way back to the common room after breakfast, alone after
Hermione retreated to the library and Ron followed her, Harry
desperately wanted to destroy the twins with all he had.

That
bloody toy, that was still inside him and refused to pop out no
matter how many spells he'd hissed while hiding in a bathroom, had
been vibrating on and off ever since he sat down for breakfast. The
twins had flanked him on either side, the wide grins never leaving
their faces as Harry jolted every few minutes, from the both the
shock and the sheer overwhelming pleasure. It had taken all he had
not to moan out load. However, he'd taken out his frustration by
kicking the twins legs every time the pleasure became too
much.

“Potter.”

Harry jumped a mile high,
tail poufing, and whirled around.

Malfoy.

The events
of the night before, of the morning, slammed back into Harry's
memories, and he paled. The twins had done an effective job of making
him forget, forget the reason behind his outburst, the reason why he
couldn't let the twins
talk him out of his decision.

And yet they had.

“M-Malfoy,”
Harry gasped out, heart thumping wildly in his chest, a combination
of the shock and the sheer terror he felt. He wasn't aroused any
longer.

Azkaban. They'll go to Azkaban! Like Sirius!
The same thought swirled around
his head, and Harry felt a cool sweat suddenly prickle the back of
his neck, his forehead. Malfoy was giving him a cold look.

“Did
you get rid of that trash?” he questioned. Harry gulped, adams
apple bobbing crazily. He could lie. Just lie. Malfoy would never
know a thing. They'd have to keep their relationship a complete and
utter secret, they wouldn't be able to be so careless. But they'd
still be together, the
twins wouldn't be in Azkaban.

“Y-yes,” Harry
stuttered out. He seemed to be doing a lot of stuttering around
Malfoy, his sworn enemy. “We're- We're not together any more.
So, um, no going to the Daily Prophet, aye?”

Malfoy's
eyes slid up and down his body, and the blond boy cocked an eyebrow.
Harry's breathing sped up, as he willed Malfoy to believe him.
Believe me, just believe me, please!

“You're
lying,” Malfoy sang.

Harry felt his world coming to an
abrupt halt, and he let out a choked sob. He was in such a state that
any of his lies sounded awful, forced - how could he even think
Malfoy would buy it? Merlin, Harry couldn't even save the twins!
Thanks to his own incompetence, they'd be ripped away from him,
chucked into a deep, dark cell and watched by dementors, day in and
day out.

“I'm not, I'm not,” Harry told him,
voice shaky. Malfoy tutted, shaking his head.

“Bad
Potter,” he scolded, patronising. Harry gasped sharply as
Malfoy began advancing on him, a cruel smirk on his face. Not
mischievous like the twins, not full of humour.

He wished the
twins were there, with him.

“Back off, Malfoy!” a
sudden, familiarly welcome voice snapped. Harry felt his knees
buckle. Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the two figures that had appeared
on either side of Harry.

“Weasels,” he greeted
curtly, sneering. Hands rested on either of Harry's shoulders, and he
felt an arm snake around his waist, pulling him into a strong chest.

“Did you really think you'd get away with it?”
Fred asked, standing protectively in front of Harry and George.
George turned so his back was to his twin and Malfoy, and leant Harry
up against a wall, kissing his trembling lips.

“Don't
worry, kitten. We'll protect you,” George vowed, before
turning, back to Harry, and taking his place at Fred's side. Fred
looked back at Harry and quirked a smile. Harry weakly smiled back,
before sliding down the wall as his legs finally gave out.

“I
wouldn't be so quick to attack me if I were you,” Malfoy
taunted, waving one of his many condemning photographs at Fred and
George. Fred's mouth was stretched in a maniacal smile, and George's
hard eyes were narrowed in a glare.

“Like that means
anything, Malfoy,” George snarled out. Malfoy looked vaguely
intrigued.

“Oh? I think it means a fair bit. Potter
seemed to think so, too,” Malfoy said. The twins tensed at the
mention of their catboy, but didn't lose their composure. Harry had
no idea how they'd get out of it. But surely they had a way, if they
confronted Malfoy?

Harry buried his face in his hands as he
realised how weak he
was. The twins were standing up for themselves, but Harry had folded
over, unable to work a way around Malfoy's blackmail.

“Yes,
well, I believe the fact that you held Ginny Weasley under the
imperious curse might just mean something to the Wizengamot.
“

“After all, if you're capable of such illegal,
dastardly actions, maybe your claims won't have any truth, after
all?”

“You are the
son of Lucius Malfoy, right?”

Harry gaped at the twins
backs. Malfoy looked equally as flabbergasted; he obviously had not
anticipated that anyone could best him. He had the ultimate
blackmail.

But the twins had to do everything better.

“So
run along, little Malfoy,” Fred said, mocking laughter in his
voice, as Malfoy stared at the twins in horror, features paler than
normal. It seemed his elusive plot had come to an end.

“And
if you ever come after our Harry again-” George started
pleasantly.

“We might have to resort to hurting
you.”

“And you wouldn't want that, now would you?”
they finished in unison.

Malfoy's terrified gaze flitted
between the two for a moment, before he seemed to regain his
composure. His upper lip lifted in a grotesque snarl.

“You'll
pay for this!” he yelled and, after shooting one last glare to
Harry, who was still crouched behind the twins, he turned and strode
off, pace a little faster than usual. Fred and George watched him go,
folding their arms at the same time.

When Malfoy turned a
corner, the twins immediately turned to face Harry, who was looking
up at them with utter amazement.

“That's... That's
just...” Harry gasped out, unable to find the words as the
twins knelt down. The twins shared a smug look.

“Superb?”

“Splendid?”

“Superior?”
they suggested. Harry laughed breathlessly, before launching himself
onto them, wrapping his arms around them tightly, afraid to let them
go. He felt their arms wrap around him just as tightly.

“How?
How did you know?” Harry asked. His body was still trembling
from the very memory of the sheer terror Malfoy had instilled in him.
Fred and George moved so they were leaning against the wall, Harry in
between them.

“We followed you, of course,”
George stated, matter-of-fact. Harry shook his head, not even having
the energy to feel exasperated, or angry.

“And when we
heard Malfoy, we realised what was going on,” Fred continued,
stroking his hair. George cupped his jaw, turning Harry to face him.

“Don't you ever do anything like this again. You don't
have to protect us- we'll protect you,” he said sternly. Harry
looked away, not at all liking that statement. He didn't need to be
protected.

“You gave us the fright of our lives, you
know. I just wanted to rip Malfoy limb from ferrety limb when I saw
what he did to you, that fucking demand of
his!” Fred raged, jaw clenched, a dark look in his eyes.

“I'm
so glad it didn't
work. Blimey, if it had...” George trailed off, and Harry felt
extremely guilty. His sheer patheticness had caused Fred and George
to actually fear. He
had never heard of them ever being scared in their lives.

At
the same time, it gave him a warm feeling.

“Love you so
much, Harry,” George murmured, burying his face in his dark,
unruly hair. Fred hid his face in Harry's neck, repeating the
sentiment, and Harry smiled softly.

“I love you too,”
he whispered.

XxXxXxX

Igneus
iucunditas- Burning
pleasure.

Now, wasn't that a nice, fluffy end to the over
dramatic Malfoy incident? I'm glad I got this over with, I really
want to move the story on a bit. By no means is this the end, though.
It occurred to me that it felt rather like the end. But believe me,
it's far from it (though, had I not got more planned, this would be a
fabulous ending).

A sincere thanks to all readers and reviewers, the poorly
written smut scene and sickly-sweet end were for you guys ;)
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