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Near the
Christmas holidays, it began snowing.

Harry groaned as he was
rudely awakened by twin weights jumping on his chest and legs. He
attempted to push them off, roll over, and go back to sleep, but,
alas, the weights were not to be ignored.

“Haaarryyy,”
a voice cooed in his cat ear, making Harry squirm and bury deeper. It
was freezing outside of his quilt.

“Kitten?”
another voice asked, breath whispering against Harry's lips. Harry,
realising he had to admit defeat, opened his eyes a millimetre to
glare darkly at Fred, who was staring at his face intently. Upon
seeing him awake, Fred's face split into a grin.

“Knew
we could do it!” Fred cheered. George, lying behind Harry and
stroking his covered side, laughed at Harry's groan of
despair.

“Why?” Harry asked hoarsely, wondering
why his life was simply so awful. This had to be nightmare, being
forced awake on a weekend by two redhead horrors.

“Aww,
poor kitty. I think he's sleepy,” Fred stage-whispered to
George. George snuggled closer to Harry's back, arm wrapping around
his form. Harry pressed back against George, even more grateful for
the warmth. Maybe he could go back to sleep.

A pinch on one of
his cat ears stopped this wish. He yowled and shot up, fist aiming at
Fred's head. George quickly caught his wrist before he could hurt
Fred, and gave his twin a stern glare. “You should know
better.”

Fred, for his part, didn't look at all cowed,
and leant forward to rub his nose against Harry's. Harry growled, and
George grabbed his other wrist to stop him for doing any harm. Even
though Fred was clearly asking for it.

“Guess what,
kitten! It's snowing!” Fred said brightly, kissing the tip of
Harry's adorable nose. Harry rolled his eyes, managing to struggle
out of George's grip, lie back down, and draw the covers over his
head.

“Fuck off,” he mumbled blearily, a
sentiment which was echoed by his dorm mates, who had been awoken by
the twins antics. Harry could hear Fred and George chuckle evilly,
and immediately tensed. His tail flicked back and forth agitatedly.

Suddenly, his quilt was stripped completely from his body.
Harry screamed shrilly in surprise, immediately curling in on
himself, covering his bare chest. His nipples peaked in the freezing
air.

“What the hell?!” he snarled loudly. Seamus
threw a pillow in his direction. Harry watched with wide eyes as, in
retaliation, Fred and George stripped Seamus of his covers and then
dumped cold water on him.

This is my chance,
Harry thought, quickly sitting up, gathering his quilt, and running
full-pelt for the bathroom, where he could lock himself in and sleep
in the bathtub for a few hours.

“Oh no you don't!”
George exclaimed and Harry found himself being tackled from behind,
quilt and all. He 'oof'ed as he hit the floor, and turned his head to
hiss at George. He felt his claws come out and rip apart the duvet by
accident, and winced. He'd already destroyed four of the bloody
things.
“Oi, gerrof him!” Ron suddenly hollered, and
jumped on top of George with a war cry, only adding to the weight on
Harry's back. Harry meowed pitifully when Seamus and Fred screamed
'dog pile!' and jumped on top, Dean following soon after.

Neville
winced with sympathy for Harry, who was slowly being crushed to
death.

Well, at least it was warm.

XxXxXxX

“Fucking
twins,” Harry grumbled as he stood outside, practically unable
to move. After complaining of being cold, the twins had grabbed
gloves, scarves, jackets and hats stuffed Harry into them.

He
felt like he couldn't move.

He heard a giggling from behind
him, and grit his teeth. Sucking it up, Harry decided to turn around,
which involved moving only his legs, as his upper body was so stiff
it was completely immobile.

“Oh dear,” Hermione
said, tears of laughter in her eyes as she saw her friend. Harry
scowled at her moodily, which only sent Hermione into further fits of
giggles.

“And it's still cold,” he mumbled,
aggravated. Hermione straightened up from her doubled-over position,
tears streaking down her flushed cheeks. She was only dressed in
muggle clothes and a jacket over the top, with a scarf and a pair of
gloves. Yet she didn't seem at all cold.

“Didn't any of
you think of a warming charm?” she asked fondly, moving over to
Harry and spelling off two of the jackets the twins had spelled on
him permanently. He sighed in relief when he felt the constriction on
his torso leave, and he realised he could actually move his arms.

“Oh, yeah. That,” he said, feeling mightily
embarrassed. Where they wizards or not?

Hermione looked like
she was about to laugh again, but thought better of it when Harry
sent her a furious look. Instead, she straightened his hat that was
covering his sensitive ears, and then cast a warming charm on all of
his items of clothing. He sighed in relief as his body warmed up.

“Aww, 'Mione! Take the fun out of it, why don't you?”
Fred whined, popping up from nowhere. Hermione scowled.

“Don't
call me that,” she snarled. It seemed Harry wasn't the only
grumpy one that frozen morning. Fred grinned, not seeming to pick up
on Hermione's sour mood, as he hadn't on Harry's.

“Sorry,
'Mione,” he apologised. Both Harry and Hermione looked at each,
nodded, and then whipped out their wands. Fred's smile slipped from
his face when two wands were pointed at his defenceless body.

“You'll pay,” Harry promised darkly. Fred gulped,
turned, and began to run away across the white landscape of the
school grounds. The boys gathered outside, making a snowman, burst
out laughing at the sight of Harry and Hermione giving chase.

“Run,
Fred, run!” George called out, and Fred stuck his middle finger
up at his twin. A curse hit his shoes and he yelped, speeding up
again.

Eventually, both Hermione and Fred wore themselves
out, and Harry was able to catch up with Fred and hex him to his
heart's delight, although he'd prefer to be able to run more. That
just hadn't been enough.

Fred returned to the group waiting
with temporary cat ears and fur covering his whole body, with Harry
clinging to his back, receiving a piggy-back. Or being forced into a
piggy-back, due to Fred seeing him panting and going into a slightly
protective frenzy.

“Ooh, sexy,” George crowed
jokingly. Fred shot him a disgruntled glare and Harry grinned smugly.
Fred saw the look and let go of Harry abruptly, sending the boy
tumbling into the wet snow with a manly squeal.

Harry's
retaliation turned out into a full-on snowball fight.

“No
way! We get Harry!” Ron yelled at Fred and George, who scowled
at him threateningly. Ron continued to cling to Harry, with Seamus
and Dean each holding an arm. Hermione sat to the side, reading and
staying out of the way of the war.

“You've already got
four people on your team!” Fred whined. Neville, clinging to
Harry jacket, shuffled nervously. They all knew the importance of
keeping as many people on their team as possible when it came to the
Weasley twins.

“Yeah, and you'll still probably win,”
Seamus argued, sounding slightly bitter at the thought of the many
snowball fights they'd lost against the twins in previous years.

“But it's only fair to at least give us three people,”
George said, going into serious, bargaining mode that didn't actually
work on anyone due to the mischievous sparkle always present in his
eyes. Harry moved back into his friends for support – he didn't
want to be on the same team as the twins, either. They'd probably end
up groping him, or shoving snow down his trousers.

Either
way, he'd be severely irritated.

“No way!” Ron
said, and that seemed to be the final word, as he grabbed Harry and
stalked off to their snow fortress, Seamus, Dean and Neville
following while casting wary looks back at the twins, hoping pranks
wouldn't be thrown at their backs.

“They're gonna be
worse than ever now!” Seamus whined when they were safely
hidden behind a wall of snow. Ron grimaced.

“Yeah, but
did you really want to leave Harry with
them?” he asked reasonably. They all shuddered and cast
sympathetic looks at Harry, who smiled back gratefully at them.
Something about competition always made the twins ruthless and more
trouble-making than usual. Who knew what would happen to their
cat-boy?

“Thanks guys, I appreciate it,” he said.
Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder.

“No problem,
mate.”

But, as it turned out, it would be quite a
problem indeed.

XxXxXxX

“Ow, ow, ow,” Ron
whined as he sat down carefully in the snow, completely sodden and
aching. He leaned back gratefully against the cold snow wall behind
him.

“Maybe you should just give me up,”Harry said
guiltily, seeing his friend's grimaces of pain. The twins were being
downright agonising with their snowballs. He was fairly certain they
all had bruises on their bodies.

Well, except Harry. The
snowballs thrown at him were just ordinary snowballs – not that
he mentioned this to any of friends, of course. They might just
murder him.

“We refuse to surrender!” Dean cried
passionately, stood, and pelted snowballs at the twins, who were
sneaking up on their fortress. The twins cried out in surprise and
pain as the snowballs, spelled to feel like hard footballs, smacked
them repeatedly.

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Suddenly,
there was a cry from Dean that was cut off. They all shot to their
feet to see what had happened, but never got the chance.

Harry
cried out as hands clamped down on him, and he was lifted into the
air. His cry drew the other's attentions, and they all immediately
ran at George, who had swung Harry easily into his arms and was
running to the other side of the battle zone, where the twins' base
was situated.

“Give him back!” Neville cried,
spelling snowballs to follow George. Fred cackled, pelting them all
with snowballs to stop them following.

“No, no! He's
our prisoner of war
now!” he called back to them, before jumping over the wall of
their fortress after George and Harry.

“Gerroff!”
Harry cried out, pouting up at George, who was laughing madly. The
twins get so bloody melodramatic sometimes.

“Reckon
we should dissect him for those experiment thingies muggles do?”
Fred asked, grinning at Harry – a shark's smile. Harry scowled
at him, then at George when he seemed to be considering it.

“Hmm,
would be a bit of a waste. 'Specially now that we have him all
alone,” George finally said, and Harry didn't know whether to
be relieved or even more terrified. What were they going to do to him
now they were alone?

“That's not true, you know! They'll
probably come and try to rescue me again,” Harry told the twins
nervously. The twins looked to each other for a moment, before their
faces split into identical grins.

“Guess we'll have to
give 'em a show,” Fred said, and George nodded in agreement.
Harry felt completely desperate now.

“But... but
Neville doesn't know about us!” Harry said, pulling out his
last excuse. George shrugged, and Fred laughed. Harry frowned –
he could have sworn the two were closer to him than they'd been a
moment ago.

“Oh well. Guess it's time for him to find
out, right?” Harry barely had time to groan in despair before
the twins were surrounding him on either side, arms wrapped tightly
around him.

George's hand slid up Harry's coat, before
slipping inside and under his jumper, sliding downwards, towards the
hem of his t-shirt. Harry held his breath as George pulled his
t-shirt up slightly.

“Ah! Your hands are freezing!”
Harry yelled, trying to escape from the cold, ever so cold touch.
Fred was laughing, chest shaking against Harry, and George just
rolled his eyes, palm pressed to he bare skin of Harry's stomach.

“Guess you'll have to warm them up, then,” he
murmured, voice sultry and eyes narrowing just a hint. Harry's breath
caught in his throat, and he felt his cock stir slightly.

Fred
grinned against his neck, and pushed Harry back, until he was pressed
against the icy wall blocking them from view. He shuddered at the
looks he was receiving from both twins, evil and seductive at the
same time.

“Don't worry kitten, you won't get cold with
us,” Fred told him, moving closer, pressing against Harry at
the same time George did the same. Harry found himself pinned by both
twins, legs spread to accommodate a leg each from them, pressing
against his crotch. His eyes fluttered slightly.

“That's
it, stop worrying,” George said, biting the tip of one of his
cat ears. Harry groaned, feeling himself going limp from the rush of
pleasure. Fred chuckled softly, pressing kisses to his cheeks, down
to his mouth. Harry tilted his head to meet Fred's lips with his own.

Both twins pressed him harder against the wall at the same
time, perfectly choreographed. Fred's tongue slid into his mouth at
the same time that George lowered his own mouth to Harry's, pressing
kisses to his lips where Fred's weren't covering them.

Harry
felt himself keening, arching his back to get closer to Fred, to
George. George's tongue licked at Harry's lips, and then was pushing
into Harry's mouth, stretching it to it's limits. Harry's hand
grabbed the back of George's coat and fisted in Fred's hair as the
two tongues ruthlessly fucked his mouth.

“Bloody
perverts!” a familiar, unusually high voice screeched, and Fred
barely had time to gasp before snow was being dumped down his back,
under his clothes. He screamed and bit down on Harry's tongue, before
moving away and attempting to shake the snow from his clothes. Harry
yelped with pain, teeth clamping down on George's tongue
involuntarily, as well. George jumped, thigh digging painfully into
Harry's groin.

“Oh, ow, ow,” Harry whined as
George pulled away, picking up snow and shoving it onto his bleeding
tongue while Harry hunched over, cupping his very precious area. He
was anything but aroused at that point.

“Oh hell,”
Ron mumbled, flushing in embarrassment. Seamus was looking down at
his feet, snow melting in his hands as the damage reigned around
them.

“What's happe- huh?” Neville cut himself
off when he climbed over the wall and saw the same scene. Harry
finally looked up and glared very, very darkly at Seamus and Ron.

“I'm going to kill you,” he snarled through
gritted teeth. Fred and George seemed to share the sentiment as they
moved back to Harry's side and, together, the three of them glared at
the two offenders.

“Guys?” Dean murmured, having
followed Neville. “It was great knowing you.”

XxXxXxX

The
Christmas holidays drew even nearer, and Harry began to realise he
didn't have anywhere to go, again.

He would probably just
stay at the castle again, and couldn't help but selfishly wish that
Fred and George would stay as well, with him. He loved Ron and
Hermione, but he wasn't certain he could stand not seeing Fred and
George during the Christmas holidays.

Wow, I'm
getting needier and needier, he
thought to himself, rolling his eyes. He was completely determined
not to voice his thoughts to anyone – he didn't want to be
thought of as clinging to Fred and George, ruining their fun, which
he was fairly certain he did anyway.

“What're you
thinking about?” Harry was startled from his thoughts when a
nose nuzzled his neck. He hadn't even realised George was creeping up
on him again, as the redhead was wont to do.

“Nothing
much,” Harry said, watching the students in front of him as
they cast defensive spells. It was the last DA meeting before the
holidays, and it seemed the members were putting their all into it.

“You seemed very serious, all doom and gloom,”
George told him, wrapping an arm around his waist from behind and
pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Harry tried to squirm away
from him, to no avail. Despite how many times the twins grabbed him
and nearly shagged him in public, he would never be comfortable with
public displays of affection.

“Sorry 'bout that,”
Harry said, not very sincerely. George laughed and shook his head.
“Shouldn't you be getting back to your partner, anyway?”
He gestured to Fred, who was putting on a very lonely, upset face as
he gazed at George longingly. A few of the surrounding students were
losing their concentration from laughing at Fred.

“Always
has to ruin my sex, doesn't he?” George grumbled, and Harry
rolled his eyes.

“What sex?” Harry could feel
George pout against his neck, and he gently untangled his arms,
pushing him back towards Fred. Fred shot him a saucy wink, which made
Harry flush bright red.

Thankfully, Harry didn't have much
more contact with the twins during the DA meeting – he wasn't
exactly a great leader if he was blushing at every sultry look from
George or Fred, both of who seemed to determined to embarrass and
arouse him at every turn.

When the last member trickled out
of the room, he sagged in relief. He'd told the twins, Ron and
Hermione to go ahead without him – the lesson had been pretty
destructive and he knew he needed to clean the room up and repair a
few things, or else it would be returned to him in exactly the same
state when they came for their next lesson.

He repaired a few
torn pillows and floated them to a corner, piling them one on top of
the other. He didn't even register the door opening again, but did
hear the throat being cleared from behind him.

He swivelled
around, annoyed that he had, again, been taken off-guard. Damn
twins.

However, the person who had snuck into the room wasn't
either twin, or even a Gryffindor. Cho Chang smiled at him nervously,
and Harry smiled back at her awkwardly.

He felt slightly
guilty – Cho's boyfriend had died more than half a year ago,
and it was his fault. Yet he'd barely said two words to Cho all year,
and hadn't thought of her once. His school-boy crush on the Ravenclaw
had waned with every kiss he received from the twins, it seemed,
until it was non-exsistant.

“Hey, thought you could do
with some help,” Cho said, gesturing to the messy room. Harry
laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. In all honesty, he
hadn't wanted any help. He just wanted to be alone for a bit, without
the molestation from the twins, or the bickering between Ron and
Hermione.

“Erm, yeah. I'm sure I can manage it myself
though,” Harry told her, trying to be polite. Maybe he should
just let her clean with him, talk to her a bit. What if she was still
torn-up over Cedric? “But, you know. You can stay... if you
want. “

Cho smiled gratefully. He nodded and turned to
continue picking up dark-detector objects from the floor, unsure of
how to act around her, really. He wasn't a particularly comforting
person.

A sudden sob made him spin around again, and he
watched, with wide eyes, as Cho dissolved into tears. He hadn't been
expecting that! Bloody hell! How do I deal with
this?

“S-sorry,”
Cho choked out, rubbing at her eyes. Harry hesitantly walked closer
and placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it stiffly. What was he
supposed to do?

“Erm... there, there,” he said,
biting his lip. Cho looked up at him, laughing a bit through her
tears, and he smiled down at her, feeling rather idiotic.

Suddenly,
Cho titled her head up, to look at something above both of their
heads. He frowned and looked up as well, only to pale when he saw the
mistletoe attached to the ceiling, right above their heads. Fuck.

“Mistletoe,” Cho murmured, sounding both bemused
and hopeful. Harry wondered if it was too late to run far, far away.

“Better watch out for gnarls,” he said jokingly,
hoping to steer the conversation to anywhere else. It seemed,
however, that wasn't to be, as Cho, undeterred, drew closer to him,
face looming. Harry gulped audibly.

“What?” she
whispered. Harry tried to back away, only to realise she had snaked
her arms around his waist, trapping him. He shook his head, and then
her lips attached to his.

XxXxXxX

Fred felt his jaw
seize up as he gazed upon the scene. That bitch... that bitch, and
Harry. That bitch, and Harry, snogging.

“Fred?” George asked, walking up the corridor.
Halfway to the common room, Fred had turned back, saying he didn't
feel right about leaving Harry alone to sort out the room. George had
kept going for a bit, before eventually turning to follow Fred.

“That fucking...” Fred didn't know who he was
angrier at – Cho, for stealing his boyfriend,
or Harry, for looking so confused but not pulling
away. Why wasn't he pulling away?

“What is it?”
George asked, confused. He stood on tiptoes, looking over Fred's
head, through the crack in the door. His eyes widened.

“W-what?”
he asked, lowering his feet so he was standing normally. He didn't
just see... what he think he saw, did he?

It wasn't possible,
right?

“Fuck,” Fred snarled, turned, and stalked
away from the Room of Requirements. George shot one last, desperate
glance at the scene, and then turned to follow his twin, aware that
he simply couldn't watch any more.

XxXxXxX

Harry
finally pulled himself out of his shock, unwound Chi's arms from
around his waist, and backed away from her.

“Cho...
that...”

Cho stared at him for a moment, before a hand
flew to her mouth, as if she just realised the extent of what she'd
done. Harry watched as more tears gathered in her eyes.

“Oh,
Harry! I'm so sorry! I forgot... forgot about George,” she
said, the tears streaming down her cheeks. He gave her a
half-smile-half-grimace.

“Um... that's all right, I
guess. Just, don't, you know, don't do it again. Erm, right. I'm, I'm
going. Merry Christmas.”

He turned away from her and
high-tailed it out of that room before anything else awful could
happen.

XxXxXxX

So,
it snowed a bit yesterday (then stopped before it could settle), and
I thought I should move it on to Christmas and write about snowball
fights and such. Plus, it's absolutely freezing (well, it'd have to
be, right? Snow in October isn't really normal...), and I'm
miserable, so Harry and the twins get to be miserable too :D

Sorry
again about the late update (I keep saying that a lot lately, don't
I?) very, very busy, and probably will continue to be for another few
weeks, so don't expect the slow updates to stop any time soon (I
really want to write, but there's so much to do and it's hardly
encouraging my muse ;;cries;;)

A big thanks to all reviewers!
You make me feel guilty, which is just what I need, actually :D I
definitely don't deserve you lot ;;hugs;;
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