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Pretty Kitty	By : CherryStarburst Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“I
can't... I can't believe we've actually done it,” George
breathed, gazing at the shining ring around his finger. Fred grasped
his hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing the ring.

“We're,
well, married,” Fred agreed, looking just as awe struck at the
ring adorning his ring finger. George smiled shakily at him,
adoration in his gaze, which Fred mirrored with his own look.

“We're together,” George said seriously, fingers
entwining with Fred's. Fred nodded, squeezing his hand.

“Forever,”
he added, the words impacting them both. In unison, they leant
forward, lips meeting, sparks seeming to practically sizzle around
them as they shared what seemed like their first kiss all over again.

Harry, sitting in his corner, which was darkened with shadow
compared to the bright light surrounding the twins, gulped audibly.
He suddenly felt very, very alone, and looked down at his own hands.
There was no ring on either.

The shadows wound around him,
around his torso and his legs, keeping him from moving, crawling over
to the twins and begging to be let back in, to share in their light.
He felt himself falling back into the wall as he was consumed by
overwhelming despair.

The despair that came from knowing you
didn't fit in anywhere.

Harry's
eyes flickered open, and he realised he was panting heavily, as if
he'd just run a mile. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears and he
couldn't seem to hear anything but the frantic thump. Tears leaked
down his face.

The day of the bonding was drawing ever
nearer. And suddenly, for the first time, Harry wished it would
never, ever arrive.

XxXxXxX

Six in the morning found
Harry slouched over his still-full plate of food, fork idly swishing
around beans and bacon he knew would never meet his mouth.

The
only other people in the hall were Severus Snape and Charlie. Both
were sitting at the head table, Snape practically being dragged into
Charlie's lap, flushing and spluttering with indignation, while
docking house points from Gryffindor and attempting to give Charlie
detention.

Neither of them had noticed he was there, and Harry
couldn't help but watch them – they were a welcome distraction
from his dark thoughts, and trying to work out just what was going on
between them was occupying his mind. Snape was acting... almost like
he, himself, did, and Charlie was akin to Fred or George.

It
was so... intimate. But that wasn't right. Was it? He, Fred and
George were, crassly put, shagging. It was no wonder they acted so
coupley. But Snape and Charlie were...

Harry gasped loudly,
eyes growing wide behind his glasses. He only just kept his hands
from flying to his mouth. No! Surely not... he
thought with disbelief. Charlie and Snape?

Sure,
Charlie was rather handsome, muscled, broad shouldered, tanned. But
Snape was... Snape.

It's Snape! Harry's
mind decided to supply him with yet again, unable to deter from that
path of thought. It was just...

“Took you long enough,”
a playful voice whispered in his ear, and Harry jumped with a large
yowl that caught Snape and Charlie's attention. Snape looked
mortified and furious, standing from his seat.

Harry's eyes
grew even wider, and he turned to George, trying to distract himself
from Snape, who was stalking ever nearer.

“Erm, George!
Hi,” Harry greeted, shooting to his feet and gathering his
school bag. Maybe he could escape. Oh Merlin, he hoped he could
escape. George's already devious smile only widened further, as he
wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, kissing him soundly on the lips.

“Potter!” Snape spat, and Harry squeaked,
attempting to wiggle out of George's grasp and run,
run.

“P-professor,”
he gasped, while George's arms tightened, almost restraining. Harry
shot a very unimpressed glare to his boyfriend, who merely levelled
him with a strangely serious look. Harry frowned, wondering what the
look was about, before his attention was distracted by Snape's
footsteps. Damn George and his penchant for getting Harry in trouble
with everyone.

“What were you doing?” Snape
hissed, voice silky and dangerous. Charlie had appeared at his side,
as he was so wont to do, and looked apologetically at Harry, while
shooting lustful looks at Snape.

But... it's Snape!
Harry's mind screamed.

“N-nothing. Just, you know, having breakfast,” he
said, voice slightly higher than usual as he waved at his clearly
untouched breakfast. He caught George's frown out of the corner of
his eye, but Snape's almost inaudible growl distracted him.

“And
peeping!” Snape accused,making George's lips twitch – he
wanted to laugh!

... Well, so did Harry.

“No!
No peeping. Just eating,” he lied frantically. Snape wasn't
buying it, and he adopted his traditional going-to-eat-you-alive
stance, arms folded across his chests and legs slightly further
apart. Charlie's lustful looks increased.

“Fifty points
from Gryffindor for your perverted tendencies. I suggest you clean up
your act, Mr Potter,” Snape said delicately, menacingly, and
then stormed away, robes billowing behind him while Harry squawked
about the sheer number of points taken from his house.

“I
don't have perverted tendencies!” Harry protested loudly,
turning to George for confirmation, only to find himself silenced by
the dark look on George's face as he stared at the table. Harry
frowned, leaning closer. “George?”

George jolted,
as if waking up, and looked to Harry, a slightly lost look on his
face. Harry's frown deepened, and George forced a jolly smile on his
face.

“Is everything all right?” Harry asked,
worried. George shook his head, same strange, forced smile on his
face.

“Everything's fine, Harry.”

Harry.
Not kitten.

XxXxXxX

Everything
was not fine.

“Oh for Melin's sake,” Harry
muttered as he emerged from his Transfiguration classroom to find
both Fred and George stood on either sides of the door, scowling
angrily at those who passed.

“What on earth is going on
with them?” Hermione whispered to Harry, who shrugged at her
helplessly. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what was
wrong with the twins. The two showed up at the end of every lesson,
glaring and pawing at Harry, and guiding him to his next class.

Didn't they have lessons of their own?

“Hey,”
Harry greeted the two warily. In addition to growly visages, the
twins had been acting equally as odd around Harry, barely speaking to
him. It seemed even the sound of his voice had their jaws clenching.

Harry found himself thinking more and more about the dream
he'd had the night before.

“Look, I can get to my next
class on my own. I don't need you two stalking me,” Harry
snapped at their continued silence, before turning around and
storming away angrily, cat ears pressed flat against his head. An odd
mixture of hurt and anger that Harry didn't like too much.

“Is
there anything you can remember that would have made them act this
way?” Hermione asked quietly as they made their way down a
staircase and towards the dungeons. Harry shook his head, mind
involuntarily flashing back to the night before, when he and
Cho...

He cleared his throat, pushing down an embarrassed
blush.

“Harry!” a voice called behind him. Harry
perked up, almost desperately hoping that it was one of the twins...
speaking with an unusually high voice...

He turned around,
only to be confronted with an out-of-breath Cho, who stopped before
him and panted a bit. Hermione and Ron frowned at her in confusion,
and not just a little bit of protectiveness for Harry – they
obviously remembered Harry's crush on her previously.

“Um,
go on ahead,” Harry said to his friends, who looked reluctant,
but bitterly left, not without departing Cho with warning looks. Cho
flushed brightly under the looks, and Harry rolled his eyes at his
ridiculous friends.

“Hey, Cho. What's wrong?”
Harry asked. Cho looked up at him for a moment, before looking back
down, nervously biting her nails. Harry gulped awkwardly, hoping she
wasn't going to do something like jump him again.

“I
just...” she paused, obviously lost for words. Finally, she
sighed, shoulders slumping. “I want to apologise.”

Harry
frowned at her – she had already apologised what seemed like a
million times, only to be bombarded with his own apologies. He really
didn't want to feel any more guilt – in fact, he would prefer
to forget the horrible incident altogether.

“Look,
there's no need-”

“Harry,” she cut him off,
slightly sharper than she'd spoken before. Harry promptly shut up.
“No matter what you say, it was my
fault. Everyone knows you're going out with, well, a bloke, really.
And... and you wouldn't fancy a girl, anyway. So... I don't know why
I... why I...” Harry grimaced as she broke off, tears
collecting in her ears.

“Oh. Well, don't worry. I
shouldn't have, you know...” he trailed off, completely
uncertain of what to say. Cho sobbed, making Harry feel even more
guilty, and he placed a hand on her shoulder stiffly. “Hey, I
am sorry. And, it's
not your fault, really. You were just missing... Cedric, right?”

Harry even had trouble saying Cedric's name. He couldn't
imagine what Cho was going through, having to see him
everyday, Harry Potter, the boy who'd inadvertently killed Cedric.

“Yeah, I was. I just... sometimes... I lay awake at
night just thinking about
him, pretending he's still alive, or something. It's silly, isn't it?
I just can't-can't get over him,” Cho got out between sobs,
before breaking down completely. Harry's cat ears screamed in protest
to the pitch of her wails, but he pushed his wince down, not wanting
to make things worse for her.

If he'd ever lost one of the
twins...

Something that seemed likely to happen, with
Voldemort after his blood.

Harry sighed and awkwardly drew
Cho into his arms, hoping no-one was around to see them and start all
sorts of rumours. Cho needed comfort,
she was going through Hell. He supposed he should act like a man and
comfort her, or something.

“I'm sorry,” Harry
murmured as she wrapped her arms around him, hands fisting his robes
at his back as her tears soaked into his shoulder. She shook her head
wordlessly.

And that one action seemed to make Harry feel...
so much better. It was
like... almost like Cedric, himself, were forgiving him.

Harry
smiled softly and squeezed her tighter.

XxXxXxX

Harry
picked at his food idly, not feeling hungry, despite the lack of
breakfast and lunch. The twins were still sat either side of him like
silent, grave body-guards, frequently sending glares at, oddly
enough, the Ravenclaw table.

The others around him felt
slightly awkward, too. Fred and George when they were lively created
a strong, positive atmosphere, and were completely overwhelming. But
Fred and George stiff and cold seemed to cover everyone in the
immediate vicinity with a layer of ice.

Harry finally sighed
and stood up, grabbing his school bag. Hermione and Ron immediately
followed, their dark stares keeping Fred and George in place,
although it was reluctantly.

“What is wrong with them?”
Harry asked himself as he stomped through the corridors, Hermione and
Ron hot on his heels. “Why don't they like me any
more?”

“Harry, that's not it,” Hermione said
reassuringly, grabbing onto his arm to make him slow. He stopped, but
didn't turn to look at her, feeling rightfully miserable. Ron rolled
his eyes and thunked Harry on the top of his head.

“They're
probably just getting all overwhelmed over this bonding thing,”
Ron said. “It's bloody awful of them to take it out on you, but
I bet it's not personal.”

Harry couldn't help but stare
at Ron incredulously at that, and Hermione was doing the same. It
was things like this that kept them on their toes with Ron –
his rare moments of sensitivity.

Harry finally shook his
head, not even Ron's words helping ease the tight feelings in his
stomach and chest. In fact, they only increased with every passing
moment. Fred and George, feeling overwhelmed, the bonding. Being
bound together forever, just the two of them.

Maybe they were
trying to figure out the best way to get rid of Harry.

Harry
narrowed his eyes at nothing in particular and began to walk towards
the Gryffindor common room again, Ron and Hermione following behind
him silently, although Hermione sent the occasional glare at Ron,
certain Harry's sudden withdrawal was his fault.

“Harry?”
Ron finally asked hesitantly, as they neared the Fat Lady. Harry
grunted in acknowledgement. “They still, err,-” Hermione
elbowed him in the side “- Love you and all, you know that,
right?”

Harry didn't say anything.

XxXxXxX

When
they had reached the common room, Harry had made a bee-line for his
dormitory, slamming the door behind him in a petty fit of anger and
throwing himself on his bed. The drapes around his bed snapped shut
of their own accord and, unbeknownst to him, his wandless magic
created a locking and silencing barrier.

His robes were
changed into his pyjamas while he stared up at the canopy above him,
trying to focus his attention on the individual dips and darkened
shadows, anything to keep his mind off Fred and George, and their
upcoming bonding.

Harry shook his head, disgusted with
himself. He was supposed to be happy for them. It was a happy
occasion – their love would be legal, they'd be connected
forever. A true bond. And all Harry could feel was self-pity.

Harry
stared at the canopy long into the night, ignorant of Fred and George
entering his dorm at some point, sitting on Neville's bed and staring
at his closed off bed, until Ron finally shooed them away, freaked
out by their scary staring.

Finally, he fell asleep.

And
found himself wishing he hadn't.

XxXxXxX

I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to make the chapter so Cho-centric, but I sort
of wanted to include her, mainly because I feel I'm sort of excluding
girls in this fic. I detest fiction which includes an annoying girl
who's the gay's-best-friend and they giggle and talk about sex and
she's so amazingly fantastic. But I've been pretty harsh on Ginny, so
I wanted to show that any gender is welcome in Pretty Kitty :P

Also,
I think she's sort of essential to Harry's healing, really. In this,
he feels really torn up about Cedric's death, and I guess she sort of
helped him a bit. She probably won't be in it much after this,
though.

So, Fred and George have been mightily neglected,
don't you agree? And they'll probably be neglected a bit in the next
chapter, too. I feel sort of bad for them, really...

Hey,
know what I think might cheer them up a bit? Reviews, telling them
how great they are! (Or how much they suck for making Harry feel bad,
either way) :D

Haha, some Snape and Charlie this chapter. I
luff that couple ;;hugs a resisting Snape and Charlie;;. I got a
request for some more Seamus and Dean, but I'm not certain when
that'll happen, with Christmas coming up they won't have much part.
Poor guys.

And, anyone who's asked me to be on the mailing
list but hasn't been receiving emails, tell me in a review and leave
your email in it as well (chances are I haven't added you because you
didn't leave an addy, due to being logged in, which I can't access).

Aah,
long AN! I'll end it here! Thanks so much for your kind reviews, made
me strive to update faster than I said I would.
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