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Chapter List
- 31
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- 33
Warning: A large majority of this chapter is
smut � double penetration, fisting, spanking, blow-job.

XxXxXxX

Harry never got the chance to find out what had happened.

A sudden banging on the door disturbed him from hanging from Fred's arm by his
claws in a failed attempt to get someone's attention. Their gazes snapped
to the door as the banging continued, growing more and more urgent.

�Quick, George,� Fred hissed, standing up and gently detaching Harry from his
arm. Harry let go without complaint, rather unnerved as a chill ran up his
spine. George stood as well and began waving his wand hurriedly.

The carpet appeared beneath their feet, and furniture popped up out of nowhere.
George flicked the light on and banished the candles, before moving to Harry
and Fred, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind.

�Everything's in place, right?� Fred asked. George nodded, and Fred moved to
the door, looking slightly pale, which set Harry's
nerves even more on end. George pressed a kiss to his temple, and then another
to his cheek, and another to his neck. Harry felt himself calmed somewhat.

�What's going on?� Harry asked quietly. The twins hadn't even bothered to hide
him, which they normally would have under normal circumstances, lest Mrs Weasley find him in their rooms in the middle of the night,
which looked quite questionable.

�Look at your arm,� George replied, equally as quietly, as Fred undid the
locking charms on the door. Harry did as he was told, eyes widening when they
laid on the bare skin of his arm. The bare skin of his arm which was decorated
with what seemed like hundreds of black marks.

�Wha-what...�

�They'll fade in a few hours,� George said, holding out his own arm in Harry's sight. His arm was decorated in exactly the same
markings. Harry's mind whirled in confusion � what
had happened? Something had gone wrong with the ritual.

�Professor Dumbledore!� Fred gasped, bringing Harry back to the situation at
hand. Dumbledore stepped through the door, Sirius, Mrs Weasley,
and Mad-Eye Moody behind him, all looking uncommonly serious.

Harry gulped heavily, and George's arms tightened around him. Harry absently
stroked George's arms soothingly.

Dmbledore opened his mouth, and their attention was
immediately fixed on him. �I believe something quite grave has happened.�

XxXxXxX

�... And that's what happened,� Fred finished his story, looking slightly nervous
underneath the usual cocky exterior. George grinned almost manically, nodding
frantically.

They were gathered in the kitchen, the three students sat at the table on one
side, with Dumbledore sat on the other. The three other adults were gathered
behind him, and Harry couldn't help but feel like they were being interrogated.
By the drop of sweat that rolled down George's cheek, the twins were feeling
the same way.

�A marvellous tale,� Dumbledore said after a few minutes silence, when he
sipped from his teacup. Harry's tea was completely
untouched. Fred had gulped his down in one swallow in his nervousness, causing
a very burnt tongue, and George was holding his mug as if it were providing him
some great comfort. �I would enjoy the true story even more.�

Harry snorted with laughter under his breath, and looked up to see Dumbledore's
twinkling eyes on him. Surely the twins hadn't thought that utter crap would
work on Dumbledore? A magic influx that had come from a powerful orgasm from
Harry (making the boy in question blush extremely heavily, and the adults, too,
look quite embarrassed).

�Are you questioning our abilities to keep Harry satisfied?� Fred snapped.
George had started the story, then clammed up entirely, and hadn't spoken a
word since. Harry's tail was wrapped around his hand
in a weird form of comfort. Apparently, whatever they'd done, it was far worse
than their usual pranks.

�Not at all, Mr Weasley. I'm sure your abilities
would be highly rated by Harry, if that were the case here. However, I do
believe we should stop hedging around the matter...�

�What have you boys done?!� Mrs Weasley cut
Dumbledore off, looking highly impatient. Dumbledore turned to look at her.

�Calm down, Molly. I have utmost faith that, whatever has happened, it wasn't
their fault.� George practically sagged in relief at these words, and the
sincerity in which Dumbledore had spoken them. Mrs Weasley
looked slightly miffed at being told off, but settled back all the same.

�Sir, we honestly didn't mean for it to happen,� George finally said, making
Harry jump. He hadn't expected George to say anything for quite some time.

�I believe you,� Dumbledore said, looking straight into his eyes. After a
moment, his mouth twitched in a smile. �I'm quite sure Harry won�t mind too
much, despite his protests.�

�Mind what?� Harry very nearly whined. He was getting completely and utterly
frustrated with being left out of the loop and, this time, it wasn't
intentional on the twins part. But now, finally, he may be able to get some answers.

�I'm afraid you have been permanently bound...� Dumbledore started, but George
shifted to face Harry, and Dumbledore fell silent. Harry paled as he realised
exactly where this was going.

�The ritual... went a bit wrong, really. We might have-�

�-Very accidently-� Fred continued.

�-Bound you to us. Permanently.� George's mouth twitched in a nervous smile,
and Fred's head loomed over his twins shoulder.

�For all eternity,� he said spookily, wiggling his fingers. George elbowed him
in the gut.

�We're so sorry, Harry. It really wasn't our intention, maybe the spell thought
we were all to be bound together... we didn't specify, the book said the ritual
would read what we wanted from our minds...�

Harry frowned and stood up sharply. �Oh.�

�Harry...� Fred began, then trailed off, previous humour fading away as he was
left speechless.

�You... didn't want this?� Harry confirmed. Fuck, that hurt. Fred and George
nodded earnestly. Harry flickered a glance over to Dumbledore, who was shaking
his head sadly, and with almost fond exasperation. However, when he caught Harry's gaze, he sighed.

�I'm afraid it goes deeper than even this,� Dumbledore said, gesturing for
Harry to take a seat. Harry chose to remain standing, for some reason wanting
to irrationally blame someone for this whole situation � the twins looked so
sad, like kicked puppies. He couldn't help but let the blame fall on
Dumbledore, for not stopping what the twins obviously didn't want.

Harry had no idea what he wanted, though.

�We must absolutely not let this leak into the public while Dolores Umbridge is near enough to take action against us. She had
a vendetta against you, Harry, and if she were to hear of this, she would use
it to hurt you. And you two-� He addressed the twins. �-Could be arrested, in
the worst case scenario, for-�

�We couldn't,� George interrupted heatedly, then calmed down when he
Dumbledore's eyebrows raised. �That's the whole point to this. It's all legal.
We can't be arrested.�

�That doesn't matter to the Ministry. I've feared for some time that Voldemort has been gaining control over the Ministry of
Magic. He will use this control to arrest you, to get at Harry, or even just
because he believes your whole family to be blood traitors.�

The twin�s jaws clenched in unison, and they looked away. Harry winced at the
reminder that he was putting the two people he loved the most in danger thanks
to a dark wizard after his blood.

�I understand,� Harry said quietly, and walked out of the room, letting the
door close behind him.

XxXxXxX

Harry stared out of the grime-covered window moodily, dangerous, angry purrs
rumbling out of his chest.

He had sought the relative safety of the attic, the place he'd hidden once
during the summer. It was just the same as it was then, covered with dust,
dull, and high up. Hopefully, no-one would think to look for him here.

The trapdoor opened behind him, and his eyebrow twitched. Damn.

�You're not very inventive, are you?� George mused, clambering into the attic,
Fred right after him. Harry's irritated rumblings
increased in frequency.

�Fuck off,� he mumbled grumpily, arms crossed over his chest. The twins both chuckled,
and then arms were surrounding him, pulling him back into two hard bodies.

�I believe you misunderstood us earlier,� Fred murmured, pressing a kiss into
his hair. Harry failed to squirm out of their grip.

�I think it's impossible to misunderstand,� Harry grouched, giving up his
struggling with a huff. A hand began stroking his stomach.

�But you're Harry Potter, therefore, the impossible becomes possible,� George countered. Harry
contemplated standing on his foot, and the twins seemed to sense his thoughts,
moving their feet cleverly out of the way.

�Then what did I 'misunderstand'?� Harry snapped, not particularly wanting to
have this conversation, which would confirm he had understood everything
perfectly � the twins had only wanted to be bound to each other, and were upset
Harry was lumped with them. Harry wouldn't blame them.

He'd been doing some surprisingly hard thinking in the attic, between bouts of
being pissed at the twins. He... he found that he actually wanted the
bond. It was such a nice idea, to be with the twins forever, completely
legally. He would never admit it to them, but he never wanted to leave the
twins. He wanted to grow up with them, grow old with them, defeat Voldemort and live a perfectly normal life, be happy, with
them, until the day he died.

Or something ridiculously sappy like that.

�Everything,� Fred said.

�Pretty much,� George added. Harry scowled at the window in front of him, not
happy with that answer.

�It's not that we don't want to be bound to you.�

�It's like a dream come true.� Harry's scowl
lessened, and instead his brow creased in confusion � a dream come true? Were
they pulling his leg?

�We wondered so many times if, maybe, we should just ask you to join the bond.
But you always seem so reluctant to even be with us, so, you know, you
don't have to be in this, if you don't want. Feel free to just-�

George smacked Fred on the back of the head. �What my bumbling brother is
attempting to say is, that we're sorry for practically forcing you into a
relationship. If you want, you can choose to end this. It won't have much effect
on the bond... I think.� Well, that injected so much confidence into Harry.
�But we don't want you to leave us. Fuck, we'd never want that... But
you're fifteen. We can't expect you to want to spend to rest of your
life with us.�

Harry pulled away from the two, and they let him. He turned to face them
warily.

�So... you don't want me to bugger off?� The twins nodded. �In fact, you want
me to actually stay?� More nods. �But you think I don't want that?�

When he received another affirmative, Harry growled at them. �You're fucking
idiots!� They both jumped at the very loud proclamation, looking like scolded
children. �I lo-� Harry stopped suddenly, and the twins heads snapped up, their
eyes boring into him.

Harry didn't often say the dreaded 'L' word. He just... he wasn't used to being
in love with anyone. He didn't know how to handle it. He ran away from
it. Looking back on the events of the past few weeks, he wondered, if he'd
communicated his feelings, would things have ended up differently? There were
so many misunderstanding, miscommunications.

And most of them were his fault.

�I love you. Both of you,� he mumbled, looking at the ground. Would this change
anything? �And... I kind of do want to spend the rest of my life with you. If
you... want that.�

�Silly kitten,� George murmured, and then a hand was tilting his chin up, to
look into their faces. George leant in to press a grinning kiss to his lips.
�We love you too.� Fred pressed into his back, making Harry jump, before he
relaxed into the arms wrapping around his waist.

�We will always be by your side,� he whispered into Harry's
cat ear, before pressing a kiss to it, then one in his hair, trailing down to
behind his human ear and biting the sensitive flesh there. Harry's
breath hitched.

George's hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up slightly as they slid
upwards, towards his chest. Lips were pressed against his, and Harry opened his
mouth for the tongue pressing against his lips. George's tongue entwined with
his own, as a hand brushed a nipple teasingly. Fred's mouth curved into a
wicked smirk against the neck he was licking.

Harry's hands clenched uselessly in George's shirt as
he sagged against Fred, practically limp from the pleasure he was feeling. It
was like his every nerve was heightened, fluttery feelings making his stomach
clench, his heart lodge in his throat.

As George's fingers rolled his nipples between them, his tongue nearly
brutalising Harry's mouth, Harry's
hands drifted to the buttons of George's shirt, and he began to undo them, one
by one, breath growing quicker with every button unpopped.

George hurriedly shrugged his shirt off and Fred grabbed the hem of Harry's t-shirt, breaking the kiss between George and Harry
and pulling it up and over his head. George bent down to take a nipple in his
mouth. Harry could feel Fred pull away from him, and rustle of clothing was
heard, before a completely naked form was pressed against Harry's
back. George laughed against his chest.

�Eager?� he asked, amused. Fred grunted and began biting Harry's
shoulder, teeth pulling mouthfuls of flesh into his mouth, and then sucking on
it for all he was worth. Harry felt his knees buckling, and he had to keep
himself from falling when George's hand cupped the bulge forming in his
trousers, giving it a light squeeze.

�Nn, George,� Harry gasped, pushing into the hand
that wasn't moving. George made a questioning sound, and Harry growled angrily,
fisting a hand in George's hair and pulling his head up. George grinned at him,
beginning to rub his erection through his trousers teasingly.

�Isn't George so cruel? Clearly, I'm the best lover. Already naked, and
everything,� Fred conversed as he admired the dark purple marks he'd made on Harry's neck and shoulders, hands skimming Harry's stomach, trailing up his chest and then back down.

�Oh no, dear boy, I'm the better of us. I know just how to satisfy my lover,
not just jumping into bed and shagging like savages.� The emphasise on
the word 'shagging' sent shivers down Harry's spine.
Fred opened his mouth to retort.

�You're both fucking awful in bed, now stop teasing me, bastards!� he snarled,
wrapping his arms around George's back and pulling him in painfully close, his
tail wrapping around Fred's waist and tugging him closer. The twins both
laughed, vibrations pleasant against Harry's sweat-slicked
skin.

Why were they so composed? Harry was shaking with need after only a few
touches, but the twins were chatting away like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Harry spun around, glaring into Fred's mischievous eyes, and then lowering his
head to kiss his chest; hot, open-mouthed kisses. Fred's laughter cut off as he
and George stared curiously at Harry.

Harry's lips trailed down to Fred's right nipple, and
he sucked it into his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened nub. Fred
inhaled sharply, and Harry felt some satisfaction. His teeth dug very slightly
into the flesh, almost chewing on it.

�Fuck, Harry,� Fred whispered, a hand clenching tightly in Harry's
hair as he pulled Harry off his chest and took his mouth in a ferocious kiss.
Harry returned it with equal fury, glaring into Fred's eyes. The time for
sappiness had ended.

Hearing laughter, the two turned to where George was sitting on a bed he'd
conjured, completely naked. Harry couldn't help his mouth falling open slightly
as he raked his eyes over George. It was as if that day's events had opened his
eyes in a totally different way.

Fred, a hand still clenched in Harry's hair, dragged
him over to the bed. Harry felt his cock twitch in it's
confines at the treatment. It had been a while since they'd been so rough.�

Fred threw Harry down on the bed, and Harry's face
nearly landed in George's lap. He caught himself at the last minute, and
instead nuzzled the base of George's hard dick, tongue flicking out in tiny
kitten licks.

A wand pressed to his thigh, and his trousers and boxers disappeared, leaving
him as unclothed as the twins. A quick swat to his arse made him yelp in
surprise, and he lifted his head from George's crotch to look over his shoulder
at Fred. Fred grinned and slapped his arse again.

George grabbed his chin and tilted his face towards him, and their mouths met
in a harsh, sloppy kiss. George's arms wrapped around his back, and Harry willingly
shuffled closer, straddling his lap. Fred moved behind him again, erection moving
between his cheeks. Harry thrust back against it, his own length pulsing in
excitement. Fred moaned in response, pressing harder.

George broke the kiss, reaching for his wand. Harry pressed hurried kisses to
his neck, lapping up his sweat, as George whispered a spell, hands leaving
Harry for a moment. Fred's hands ran up his sides, down his stomach, just brushing
his cock, and then moving away again.

Harry jumped when a finger was pressed against his entrance. George smirked
down at him, leaning in for another quick kiss, before shoving his finger into
Harry, not stopping until he was down to the last knuckle. Harry moaned
sharply, not sure why he wasn't feeling any pain, but not at all minding.

Fred laved kisses to the back of his neck, rubbing his cat ears as George moved
his finger in and out, pushing another one in. Harry was nearly boneless with
the onslaught, leaning against George, arching his back and butting against
Fred's stroking hands.

George slipped in another finger, stimulating Harry's
prostate constantly, grinning at the almost pathetic mewls Harry was making,
although his quickened breathing showed just how aroused he was, cock trapped
between his and Harry's stomachs.

When George added a fourth finger, Harry frowned and mumbled something
incoherent, before e trailed off in a harsh groan as Georege
jabbed his prostate, and Fred nibbled on his ear at the same time. Fucking
twin-thing.

�This might hurt a bit,� George whispered against his sweaty skin. Harry
stirred slightly at that. �I've tried to numb you with a charm, but...� and
then George suddenly flipped him around with Fred's help. Harry was positioned
on his hands and knees, arse in the air and aimed at Fred and George.

George tucked in his thumb, and slid it inside Harry.

�Merlin, what the fuck...� Harry trailed off when George's whole hand began
to inch further and further into his arse. �What're you -nn!�
George's knuckled had just popped through into him. There was some movement,
and then Fred was underneath him. Harry could feel his cheek brushing against
his cock.

George stilled, and there was no movement in the room. Harry's
breathing sounded harsh to his own ears. The numbing charm was fucking
effective � it hurt, but he was fairly certain that, without the charm, he'd be
ready to bite George's head off. When did he agree to this, anyway?!

A hand was petting his tail, and he looked dwn up
into Fred's concerned eyes. �You all right, kitten?�

Harry nodded shakily, more shocked by the situation than the feeling, although
it as weird. He'd never had anything as big as a fist in his
arse. It was creepy as hell.

�Just relax. It'll feel great soon,� George assured him, and then began to move
his hand further in. Harry squirmed at the feeling, and then gasped, hips
bucking backwards as the hand brushed his prostate. That felt so strange!

George laughed at Harry's confused sounds, and
pressed his fist up against his pleasure spot again, knuckles digging in
slightly. Fred took his dick into his mouth at the same time, all the way to
the root.

�Fuck!� Harry cried, pleasure shooting straight to his cock. It was so much
more intense than he'd felt before.

�I'm in to my wrist,� George said quietly, sounding quite awed. Harry could
feel his ass clenching around George's hand, stimulating his passage. His hole
fluttered uselessly, and he felt stretched beyond imagination.

�That's so sexy,� Fred murmured, lips brushing against Harry. Harry moaned in
agreement � it certainly felt sexy. It felt even better when Fred
suckled on the head of his erection, lapping at the pre-cum that drizzled
freely.

George was unfolding his fingers as much as he could against his prostate, and
then folding them back into a fist again, and Harry looked over his shoulder to
shoot him a nasty glare, his tail batting against George's arm in irritation.
George grinned, then leant down, his head out of Harry's
peripheral vision.

Harry jumped when something warm and slick circled his stretched hole, then
moaned as George's tongue pushed in slightly, and then back out again. Christ,
how much did he want to stick in there?

Fred was mouthing Harry�s cock lazily, hand
occasionally pulling on his pubic hair as George withdrew his hand slightly,
and then pushed it back in, the force propelling Harry further up the bed and
into Fred�s mouth, and forcing a series of moans and grunts from his lips as
George repeated the action.

�Shit, George, don't think I'll be able to last much longer,� he murmured, as
Fred hummed around him. He could feel the grin against his skin and pushed down
slightly. Fred stopped grinning, tongue running up and down him.

�Never fear, my dear kitten,� George said, and began easing his fist from Harry's passage. Harry squirmed at the feeling, and felt
even more uncomfortable when he was empty, hole gaping, begging to be filled.
George stroked it lightly.

�Look at that slutty hole, wants us to fill it to the brim with our cum,� he
said, voice deliberately deepening. Harry's fists
clenched in the bed sheets as he pulled away from Fred�s mouth before he shot
without warning, panting heavily from arousal.

�Then fucking fill it,� he snapped. Fred burst out laughing, wrapping arms
around Harry and drawing him up into a sitting position. Harry's
arse still felt ridiculously uncomfortable.

Fred distracted him with a smouldering kiss, staring deep into his eyes as he
tongue fucked Harry's mouth, barely allowing him any
time to adjust before he drew back. Both he and George grabbed their wands and
whispered the same spell at exactly the same time, slathering their cocks in
lube that appeared in their hands.

Harry's eyes widened as he realised exactly what they
had planned, what that extreme stretching had been all about. He groaned softly
at the thought of twin cocks in him, filling him completely, maybe even more
than the fist.

George drew Harry to him, grabbed his arse cheeks, and spread them without delay,
pressing kisses to Harry's neck. Harry wrapped his
arms around George's neck, tensing involuntarily. Now that it was actually
happening, the thought was quite scary.

�Relax, kiten. We'd never hurt you,� George told him,
nibbling on the tip of his cat ear. Fred kissed his cheek and then drew the
lobe of his human ear into his mouth, sucking on it and laving
it with his tongue.

Harry began relaxing, muscles falling limp. He was nervous, apprehensive � but
the twins wouldn't hurt him intentionally. He trusted them not too.

The tip of Fred's erection pressed against his entrance, and Harry forced
himself to relax as it pressed inside his well stretched body with ease. Fred
groaned as he was sheathed inside the welcoming channel, and Harry clenched
around him mischievously, causing Fred to growl playfully against his neck.

Fred pulled out and thrust in again, repeating this action a few times, hitting
Harry's prostate on his third stroke. Harry gasped
and moved back against him, cheeks flushing.

Fred stilled again, sharing a look with George over Harry's
shoulder. George nodded, and Fred lifted Harry up a bit, spreading his cheeks
again. George, kissing his lips, settled his erection at Harry's
hole and began easing in.

Harry's cries of pain were swallowed in George's
mouth as he dug his fingers into George's shoulders, claws unintentionally
coming out. The numbing charm had worn off a bit during their activities.

When George was fully inside, Harry was lying limp against him, gasping
harshly. The twins didn't move, giving him time to adjust, stroking his cat
ears and giving him kisses wherever they could.

�That hurts,� Harry mumbled, stating the obvious. George nodded.

�Want us to stop?� Harry shook his head frantically. No matter how much it
hurt, he wouldn't want the twins to stop for the world. He'd get over the deep
ache in his guts, and the throbbing of his hole. The feeling of both of them
fitting inside him was absolutely amazing. They were all completely connected,
and he couldn�t lose that feeling.

�You can move,� Harry said after another few minutes. George nodded and pulled
out slightly, thrusting back inn. Harry hissed, squirming at the weird feeling
of having two cocks inside him at once, rubbing against each other. Fred moaned
at the stimulation, hands tightening on Harry's hips.

Both Fred and George moved in unison, pulling out and thrusting in. Harry
gasped as his prostate was ruthlessly hit, bringing back his undivided
interest.

The twins regulated a pace, one pulling out while the other thrust in, so that
Harry was always filled, pleasure spot always being hit. His mouth fell open unconsciously
as he rocked back against the twins, up and down on their laps, a hand on
Fred's thigh to steady himself. George groaned as a trickle of saliva fell from
the corner of Harry's mouth, and licked it up,
nibbling on Harry's bottom lip as he thrust inside
strongly.

Fred drew Harry's head back, twisting it so that he
could plunder his mouth with his tongue, nearly shoving it down his throat.
Harry groaned and groaned, moving faster on the two cocks buried inside him, savagely
fucking him.

�Faster,� Harry gasped, breaking from the kiss, throwing his head back. The
twins growled animalistically in agreement and,
securing their own holds on Harry, began to move faster, in and out, impaling
him brutally.

�So fucking sexy, so gorgeous, so ours,� George hissed, eyes rolling back as
Fred's cock against his was pressed tightly to him when Harry clenched around
them both sporadically.

�Yours,� Harry agreed, almost deliriously, a hand travelling down his own body
to grip his cock. George batted the hand away, grabbing his dick and pumping it
in time to their fast thrusts. Harry's cries grew
louder and louder, constantly squeezing Fred and George's buried erections as
his orgasm built up inside him, on the brink of oblivion.

�Shit, Fred, George! I'm cumming!� Fred and George
thrust inside of him in unison, burying as deep as they could go, and Harry
exploded, seed shooting from his cock and coating his and George's stomachs.
His ass tightened so much that Fred and George were nearly moulded to each
other, and they bit down on either side of Harry's
neck as they came together, shooting deep inside Harry, teeth digging into his
skin.

�Fuck, that was good.�

XxXxXxX

I sincerely apologise for the even
longer wait for this, I didn�t have access to a computer for a few weeks and
only got it back a few days ago. Hope this chapter was satisfying enough :P

Not sure if it�s medically safe to take a fisting and then get double penetrated...
but they�re wizards ;) let�s just leave it at that, haha.

Thank you so much to reviewers! A large majority of you guessed right ;)
To Pledodge - I'd forgot all about that, I'll see if I can put it in somewhere soon
To Phantom - Thank you, and I only know 'Hiss me, Harry', but I can't remember who
it's by.
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