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Fred
stared at the ring adorning George's ring finger. “We're...
we're...”

Married!” George finished excitedly,
actual tears welling up in his eyes. Fred looked equally as awed and
exuberant, his grip on George's hand tightening.

“We
can spend the rest of our lives together,” he whispered,
looking into George's eyes. The two shared an intense look of love
and desire.

“Forever. Just us two,” George
murmured. Fred nodded frantically.

“The two of us,”
he agreed, leaning forward to kiss George, who leaned into the kiss
as well. They shared a passionate meeting of lips, and Harry cleared
his throat, trying to rid himself of the humongous lump firmly wedged
in it.

“Fred?” he murmured, feeling pathetic and
alone. “George?”
Neither broke from their kiss to even acknowledge Harry, only groaned
in annoyance at the irritating interruption and pressed closer to
each other.

Harry suddenly felt like there was a huge gap
separating them, a gap he could never, ever breach. But he had to
try!

Harry ran. And ran, and ran.

His footsteps echoed
loudly off the walls of the stone corridor, his breathing was harsh
in his own ears. He was fairly certain he had a stitch in his side,
only he couldn't actually feel it. It was just.. there.

The
door grew closer. Harry stretched a hand out, reaching for it,
desperate to swing it open, run inside, face the wonders he knew to
be on the other side of that frustrating door.

His hand
brushed the wood...

His scar seared his
forehead.

XxXxXxX

Christmas
was looming ever nearer.

And with it came Harry's conundrum.
He had absolutely no idea what to get the twins. What did you get two
boys who had brought out Zonko's, and only seemed to be interested in
jokes, sex and catboys?

And Harry refused to get them anything
that lead to sex. He wasn't desperate. Far from it, in fact.

Harry
collapsed onto a sofa in front of the fireplace. George was serving
his detention with Snape for the Quidditch incident – Harry
felt sorry for him – and Fred was, again, in the library, after
Hermione was manhandled him out of the common room, saying they
needed to actually research the ritual the twins were dead set on
going through with.

The ritual that made Harry smile, made
them all smile. Connecting the twins together, legally, forever.

While you, of course, are left behind... a
snide voice said condescendingly, sounding very much like Malfoy.
Harry scowled and mentally batted it away – he couldn't afford
to feel self-pitying. The twins were so excited! If he was in a bad
mood, they'd probably attack him with happiness.

Harry lay on
his side on the sofa, basking in the glow of the flames. He couldn't
help it if he started purring lightly – the fire was just so
comfortable.

“Ayup,
mate,” a cheery voice burst his bubble of sleepiness, and Harry
turned to face the boy who'd sat at the end of the sofa, grinning at
Harry's curled up form. Harry smiled.

“Hey Dean,”
he greeted, slowly sitting up – he wanted to just lie down all
day, but that would be rude. He liked Dean, didn't get enough chances
to talk to him with the twins constantly consuming his attention.
Dean's smile faltered slightly, and he looked to the flames.

Harry
frowned, scooting slightly closer to Dean. There was something wrong
with him, wasn't there? Harry may not be perceptive, but anyone could
see the dark cloud hanging over Dean's head.

“Everything
all right?” Harry asked hesitantly. He suddenly wished Hermione
was around, or Neville. They were more nurturing, they could talk
about problems and the like. Harry... Harry really couldn't.

“Well,
erm... I have something to ask you,” Dean said nervously, not
looking at him. Harry frowned, wondering why that sounded so
familiar.

“All right then,” Harry said, leaning
back on the sofa cushions and waiting for Dean to get out whatever he
needed to say. By the expression on his face, he obviously wasn't
comfortable. And Harry got the feeling he'd be just as uncomfortable
when Dean was through.

“Well, you're...” Dean
started, voice slightly higher than usual. “You're gay, right?”

Harry's jaw fell open. Dean took in his expression and
grimaced. “Sorry, erm, obvious question... with you and George
and Fr-... just you
and George.”

Harry's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
Oh, fuck.

“I... need some advice,” Dean admitted,
looking away again. Harry's quickened heartbeat slowed down slightly.
That was a relief – apparently Dean wasn't keen on talking
about what he did or didn't know. Hopefully it was of the 'didn't
know' category.

“I, well...” Suddenly, the
entrance to the common room swung open, and in walked Fred and
Hermione who were, predictably, bickering. Did every Weasley feel the
need to constantly argue with Hermione? Or maybe it was the other way
around...

“Harry!” Fred called, grinning. Dean
groaned, sinking down in his seat, and Harry eyed him with concern as
Fred bounded over, Hermione following behind him, scowling.

“Want
to continue this later?” Harry suggested, getting the feeling
that Dean wouldn't really want to talk about anything with both Fred
and Hermione there. Fred was prone to laughing, and Hermione was
prone to telling everyone exactly how to live their lives if they
came to her for any help.

Dean nodded, shooting him a
grateful look and standing up. “Well, see ya Harry,” he
said awkwardly, and then moved away. Fred paused behind the sofa,
frowning at the boy shuffling over to the dormitory staircase.

“Strange fellow,” he commented. Harry looked up
at him and scowled – Dean was the most normal of the 5^th
year boys.

Fred grinned and leaned over the back of the sofa,
giving Harry a lopsided, upside-down kiss. Harry, predictably,
couldn't help but reciprocate. Hermione sighed and sat down heavily
beside Harry, clearing her throat.

Harry, blushing, broke
away, wiping his mouth. Fred laughed, kissed the top of his head, and
then proceeded to move around the sofa and sit on Harry's lap. Harry
grimaced.

“Ow, crushing,” he hissed, “you
fat lump.” Fred wriggled around on his lap, grinning evilly,
while Harry groaned in pain. Fred wasn't heavy, just
heavier than Harry. Everyone was heavier than Harry.

“I'm
not fat! S'just all that muscle from Quidditch!” Fred
protested, flexing his arms. “Don't you feel privileged to have
such a macho boyfriend?” Harry rolled his eyes, trying to push
Fred off his lap. Hermione tsked.

Harry sighed and turned to
Hermione. Apparently, she had something to say, and was determined
not to go away until she said it. He tried to keep his amusement off
his face.

“Do you know what your boyfriend
has been doing?” Hermione
hissed angrily, glaring at Fred. Fred scoffed, but Harry ignored him,
a grin starting to creep onto his face.

“Oh no, what's
he been up to this time?” he asked. Fred made a mock-hurt
sound, snuggling into Harry and kissing his neck. Harry bit his lip.

“Nothing, you should have seen what Hermione did,
though,” Fred said, shaking his head. Hermione's mouth fell
open in disbelief, and Harry laughed. “She was putting charms
on all the books in the library, making them snap at people's noses
when anyone opened them. Brilliant, if I may say so
myself.”

Hermione stood and stomped her foot on the
floor. “That was you!” she exclaimed, pointing at Fred.
Harry groaned, head falling back to rest against the sofa as Fred
laughed and protested that it was her. The twins knew just how to get
under her skin, it seemed.

Harry's eyes slipped closed and
one of Fred's arms wrapped around his neck, fingers stroking through
the hair at the back of his head. “Sleep, kitten.”

He
didn't notice when Hermione and Fred's argument quieted, and then
eventually stopped, as sleep dragged on the corners of his mind. Fred
pressed a kiss to his forehead, shuffling off his lap and dragging
Harry into his arms. Harry was out like a light.

XxXxXxX

Harry
groaned as he stormed out of Zonko's, Charlie, Hermione and Ron
hurrying after him, all wisely not saying anything.

“Why
is it so hard?”
he snapped as they walked down the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade. An
hour after they had arrived, Harry had run away from the twins,
dragging Hermione and Ron with him, Charlie coming with them by
default. Dropping hints about them splitting up for a bit had failed
spectacularly, and he'd eventually had to resort to drastic
measures.

“Twin!” Hermione squeaked, and they all
dived into a book shop nearby. George passed by, looking right and
left for Harry. However, he didn't even think to check the book shop
– Harry disliked books, but not as much as the twins.

“What
do I get them?” Harry whined, slouching against a bookcase.
Hermione had become immersed in a Transfiguration text.

“No
idea. I'm just getting them some Honeydukes stuff,” Charlie
said, shrugging. “They're impossible to buy for, believe
me.”

Harry refused to believe it – surely there
was something he could
find for them? Something special, not just a box of chocolates or
anything impersonal like that. He felt he owed it to them to put some
thought into his gifts – they'd done more than enough for him.

“How 'bout a 'Congratulations, your incestuous
relationship is now legal' card?” Ron grumbled, and Harry
snorted with laughter. Ron was in a bad mood due to another explosive
argument between him and Hermione. Just when it looked like their
relationship was finally going somewhere, their efforts were
shredded.

“Hmm, very intimate,” Charlie agreed.
Hermione sniffed at their insensitive comments, and then shot a glare
at Harry when he laughed again. He was supposed to be even more
sensitive than the others!

“Oh, leave him alone,
'Mione,” Ron said, using Hermione's hated nickname to get to
her. Harry and Charlie traded winces when the two suddenly burst,
filling the previously quiet shop with yelling.

“Wanna
escape?” Charlie murmured. Harry sighed in relief, and began
edging towards the door with Charlie.

“Do I,”
Harry replied enthusiastically, yet quietly. Hermione and Ron paid no
heed as the door opened with a small jingle and then closed again,
Harry and Charlie stepping out into the cold street.

“So,
where to?” Charlie asked as they made their way through the
bustling crowd, keeping an eye out for the twins, Hermione or Ron.
All this avoidance was giving Harry a headache.

“Dunno.
It's useless getting them a gift, isn't it? Whatever it is, it'll end
up being really crap,” Harry said sadly, looking down at his
feet. Charlie sighed – an upset Harry was like a kicked puppy.
Or... a kitten. He rested a hand on Harry's head.

“They'll
love whatever you choose to get them. Even if it's just mum's knitted
jumpers,” Charlie said. Harry laughed quietly, his expression
lifting a bit. Charlie smiled, feeling grateful. If he returned Harry
in a solemn state to the twins, there'd be no telling what he might
have to endure. The twins could be downright evil.

“You're
his brother, can't you give me an idea?” Harry asked
pleadingly. Charlie shrugged, not really knowing what to say. Even
Mrs Weasley didn't know what to buy for the twins half the
time.

“Well... Fred likes that Quidditch player, doesn't
he?” Harry shot him a deadpan look, and Charlie winced. “You
know the one... the seeker, blond hair, kinda skinny...”

Harry
realised who he was talking about, and his expression fell further.
He felt unreasonably jealous of that damn seeker. “Gabriel
Smith?” he asked. Charlie nodded. “So... I just get him
Smith for Christmas?”

Charlie laughed, shaking his
head. “No, just see if you can maybe get an autograph or
something. You're Harry Potter, you can do anything.”

Harry
sighed – he really didn't want to, but he had no choice. “Oh
all right, I'll get a bloody autograph from him. Might as well see if
we can find a picture of him, then.”

XxXxXxX

Harry
grudgingly sent the request for an autograph, and a picture of Smith,
off, using Hedwig. Stupid perfect Smith.

Along with that, he
got a large box of Fred's favourite chocolate from Honeydukes for
him, and packet of Blood Pops – Fred, for some reason, adored
them.

For George, he'd got a bag of Zonko's Delights, some
potion ingredients he'd been needing for making new experiments, and
two bludgers to train with, magically enchanted not to hurt and only
to react to one person's commands.

Harry detested his gifts to
the twins. They seemed so insignificant and awful
– hardly an expression of his undying devotion.

Charlie
had assured him that the gifts were fine, he had nothing to worry
about, and if he spent any more than he had, the twins were going to
feel insulted. Part of coming from a poor family – they were as
defensive as Ron when it came to money or perceived charity.

Harry
grumbled under his breath as he made his way to the common room. The
twins were going to hate his gifts and question his feelings for
them.

After giving the password to the Fat Lady, Harry
entered the common room, feet shuffling. And was promptly grabbed and
manhandled into a closet.

“What the-” Harry
started, but a mouth clamping down on his stopped his protest. In the
darkness, his eyes searched out his attacker's, and he found George
twinkling back at him. Harry wrenched his lips away and glared. “What
the bloody hell?”

“You shouldn't run away from us,
hurt our feelings,” George told him mischievously. Harry hissed
at him cattily, and heard a bark of laughter from behind him.

“Aww,
poor kitten.” Fred, then. So he was trapped in a closet, in the
midst of the Gryffindor common room, with both twins, who looked dead
set on punishing him for his transgressions.

He craned his
neck back to look at Fred, who licked his lips playfully. Harry
lifted his foot, tempted to kick Fred in the shin and make a break
for it. They were being so stupid! They'd all get caught, and then
all of their research into that
ritual would be for nothing.

“Come on, lemme out,”
Harry whined. Fred wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and George
shook his head, eyes burning. Harry growled at him pitifully.

“We're thinking staying in here might just be more
fun,” Fred murmured, lips attaching to Harry's neck. Harry
sighed, already knowing he'd lost the battle. The twins wouldn't let
him out until he'd been thoroughly sexed up – they'd probably
planned to drag him into an empty alley and fondle him when in
Hogsmeade. Again.

XxXxXxX

Ginny Weasley grinned when
she looked up from her book. The situation was perfect.

Most,
if not all, of the Gryffindors were gathered in the common room,
warming up from the cold Hogsmeade trip. Hermione and Ron were in
front of the fire, staring at each other with longing eyes, again.
There was no one to stop her.

She eyed the doors near the
entrance to the common room. They both led to closets, but Ginny knew
exactly which one it was she wanted. She closed her book.

'This
is Malfoy, Gin. I don't want to know why you were with him, but
please don't do it again. He'll drag you down, pull you into his sick
little game. You're better than this, I know
you are.'

Ginny
scowled, standing up. Charlie's words wouldn't get to her – she
refused to let him have any influence over her life. He was never
even in it half the
time, why should he be able to lecture her on befriending Malfoy?

Draco had gone out of his way to talk to Ginny, to comfort
her and help her. Hermione and Ron were being so hostile with her,
the twins didn't talk to her at all, and Harry drifted about in his
own little world and refused to acknowledge her. She was sick of
them. One little mistake and they all act different with her.

“What's up?” one of her friends asked. Ginny
smiled and strode to the back of the common room, gesturing her
friends over.

XxXxXxX

“Merlin,” Harry
gasped as Fred panted against the back of his neck, rubbing against
Harry lewdly, working a finger in and out of his arse. George
captured his mouth in another heated kiss, thrusting into Harry's
hand.

Harry keened, back arching as Fred hit his prostate and
George tugged harshly on a nipple. George grinned smugly. “You're
so sexy, kitten. Fuck, so sexy...”

XxXxXxX

“What's
going on, Ginny?” Angelina asked as she saw the group forming
against one of the walls of the common room. People were wandering
over curiously as Ginny called for them, promising something
apparently very interesting.

“You'll see, Angelina,”
Gnny said, grinning, satisfied. Angelina narrowed her eyes,
suspicious. George and Fred hadn't been trusting their sister lately.
Angelina didn't know why but, with Fred and George, they always had a
good reason for something so serious.

She turned to Katie,
who was frowning, curious.

“What are you showing us?”
Katie asked – 'you'll see' wasn't much of an answer for either
of them, although apparently it got the younger years rather excited.
Lee Jordan came up behind them, throwing an arm around both of their
shoulders. Katie squealed and hit him for surprising her.

“What's
up?” Lee asked, and then noticed Ginny. His eyes widened
slightly, and then he peeled himself off of the two girls, turning
around. He suddenly knew exactly who was in that closet, and what
Ginny was about to show them.

“Ron, Hermione!” he
bellowed. Ginny's face morphed into anger, and her hand reached for
the knob of the one of the closet doors.

XxXxXxX

“Please,”
Harry murmured. Fred and George's fingers rubbed against each other
as they thrust in and out of Harry.

Fred licked a long line
up the back of Harry's neck to his hair. George tugged on the flesh
in his mouth, and Harry threw his head back as the double assault on
his neck and arse. His hand clenched and unclenched on George's
erection.

“So close,” Harry whimpered, thrusting
back against the fingers. George nodded against his sweaty neck, and
Fred groaned, pushing into George's hand which rubbed him through his
trousers.

“Ginny!” Harry's head jerked at the
sudden shriek. George pulled him in for another kiss, distracting him
from whatever was happening.

XxXxXxX

“Ginny!”
Hermione yelled, running over to the group. Ginny grinned and pulled
the door open.

The common room went silent.

“Fuck!”
a muffled voice yelled, and two figures quickly detached themselves
from each other, blushing furiously and looking faintly horrified.
Ginny let out a wail of despair.

“Seamus,” Ron
murmured. “Dean...” Seamus and Dean made a quick attempt
of righting their ties and buttoning up their shirts. Seamus' blush
had receded slightly, to be replaced by a lewd grin. Dean was looking
at the floor, obviously not sharing Seamus' humour.

“It's
just... just Seamus and Dean!” Ron said, and then doubled over,
hysterical laughter spilling forth as the tension left him. Hermione
smacked the back of his head, and then ran the rest of the distance
to Ginny, who she saw reaching for the second door.

“Sorry,
but you ain't getting to see what's behind door number two,”
Lee said, quicker than Hermione, and grabbing Ginny's outstretched
wrist. Ginny scowled and tried to pull her hand away, only to pause
when a heavy hand clamped down on her shoulder.

“I
think you've ruined enough reputations for tonight,” Angelina
said, and Katie nodded alongside her, throwing a glare at Ginny. How
awful, for her to try and 'out' two perfectly nice people. Or... one
nice person and one pervert.

“Right, because my life's
not been ruined as it is!” Ginny yelled, hitting out at
Angelina, who caught her wrist. “You! Fucking all of you! Got
no idea what you're doing, have you?”

“Ginny,”
Hermione murmured warningly as people continued to watch the
spectacle happening right before their eyes. Tears swam in Ginny's
eyes, and Angelina and Lee awkwardly moved away.

“Yeah,
shush me! That's right – all you care about is that no-one
knows about their dirty secrets, doesn't matter what anyone else
feels!”

Ron rubbed the back of his neck nervously –
Ginny had often yelled about no-one caring about her feelings,
although he'd assumed she'd grown out of it. He supposed being pushed
into the corner while the twins stole the spotlight for doing
something illegal and, by all means, 'wrong', had embittered
her.

“Gin, let's talk about this somewhere else, yeah?”
he suggested quietly. Ginny sniffed and wiped at the tears streaking
down her cheeks in black lines from her make-up. Ron smiled
hesitantly and rested his hand on her back. Hermione didn't look
approving.

“Ron!” she hissed. The others nearer
to them looked mightily confused as well, and Ron shrugged at
Hermione.

“Sorry, but I really can't stand seeing my own
sister crying,” he said sincerely. Hermione sighed and crossed
her arms – she didn't like it all, that much was obvious. But
Ron looked guilty, and she couldn't deny him what he wanted.

“Let's
go to the seventh year boy's dormitory,” she whispered. Ron
nodded and guided Ginny up the stairs, while Hermione diverted
everyone's attention. When people began to break apart, she banged
angrily on the door that concealed Harry, Fred and George, who, it
seemed, had heard the commotion.

“Seventh year boy's
dormitory,” she told them sternly over the sounds of hastily
pulled on clothing. An affirmation was shouted through the door, and
Hermione stalked to the boy's staircase. Ron's idea of talking to
Ginny had better not fall flat.

XxXxXxX

Oh
dear, that was close. Poor Seamus and Dean :D

Sorry to all
Ginny haters – she was meant to be a bitch, but every bitch has
her reason, right? I simply couldn't leave Ginny a 2D bad-guy...
girl.

And, heh heh ;;shifty eyes;; my, my, it has been a
while, hasn't it? Erm, sorry about that. My hand's gotten over itself
now, so good news! But the moment it got better, I got bombarded by a
million plot bunnies for stories I have no intention of writing. They
won't let me rest :P

Thanks for all the reviews, I love you
lot, really! If you have any questions, it's better if you ask them
on my LJ. I'll most likely forget to address your question here if
you're an aff.net'er.
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