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Pretty Kitty	By : CherryStarburst Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Just a filler chapter � I was in a fluffy mood :P

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Harry awoke later to the sound of people thundering up and down the stairs
below the attic and the sounds of excited voices filling the air. He stirred,
wondering what all the hubbub was about.

It's Christmas.

The thought woke him up instantly, and he snapped his eyes open, staring right
at a bare chest that moved up in down with heavy breathing. His eyes trailed
up, to the face of George, whose eyes were closed peacefully.

Harry shifted his head around to see if Fred was still sleeping � he was. Harry
huffed silently � that was a bit boring.

But it gave him the opportunity to study the twins faces, free of their usual
evil expressions (although Fred's still looked a bit evil, even in sleep). He'd
done this a few times before, although usually it was the twins that woke up
before him, and then woke him up in many pleasurable, but disturbing ways.

George's face was completely relaxed, mouth slack, eyes flickering under his
eyelids. Harry grinned and reached up to stroke his face, a hint of stubble
scratching his hand. George shifted into his hand, mumbling something
incoherent.

Harry turned back to Fred, seeing the boy's mouth stretch in a mischievous
grin. He didn't stop trouble making, even in his sleep, unlike George. Harry's fingers traced Fred's lips, brushing against the
softness of his bottom one.

George shifted again, closer to Harry, wrapping an arm around his middle and
pulling him tight against his body. Soft kisses were pressed to his neck, and
Harry attempted to squirm away, to no avail. The kisses trailed from his neck
to his shoulder, and Harry inadvertently kicked George's shin.

�Wha'!� George exclaimed sleepily, eyes opening. �'Ello Harry.�

Harry scowled at him � was it the twin's prerogative to molest him, even in
sleep? It seemed that way, as Fred shifted behind him and trailed a hand down
his stomach, rubbing the soft skin just below his navel.

Harry deliberately kicked Fred.

�Ow!� Fred moaned sleepily into his ear, and George
laughed, a hand reaching out to cup Harry's cheek. He
pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, before pulling away. Harry was startled by
the calm aura emitted by the twins. There was no intention of groping him, it
seemed.

They were content just to cuddle.

�Merry Christmas,� Harry said quietly. Fred murmured a similar reply.

�It's very merry indeed,� George replied, and Harry blushed slightly, irritated
and embarrassed by the sappiness in George's voice. �What with our precious
little kitten here to warm our bed, make us happy with-�

�Shut up!� Harry hissed, the blush intensifying. George cooed in response and
Fred pinched one of his cheeks.

�Isn't he just adorable?� George squealed, pinching the other cheek.
Harry batted at their hands with his claws.

�So cute!�

�Our sweet little muffin.�

�Our sugary bon-bon-ow!� Harry had sunk his claws
into the twins� hands, growling deep in his chest. They shot him indulgent
smiles while simultaneously withdrawing their hands to nurse, away from the big
bad kitty-cat.

�Evil little sod,� George muttered petulantly, seeing the damage done to his
bleeding hand. Harry shifted so he was lying on his back, staring at the
ceiling with a smirk of satisfaction creeping onto his face.

�Find that funny, do you?� Fred asked, poking Harry in the side. Harry curled
up to protect his irritatingly tickling sides, grinning.

�Yes, as a matter of fact,� he announced. Fred and George shared a smirk
between them at the answer, and Harry gulped, wondering what they had planned.

�Reckon we should punish him?� George questioned, hands posed, splayed in the
air, ready to tickle Harry into oblivion. Harry's
eyes widened as Fred replied in the affirmative, and he tried to figure a way
out of his oncoming punishment.

�Punish me and you won't get presents!� he exclaimed, sitting up as the
brilliant idea sprang to mind. The twins were suckers for gifts, despite hating
getting charity from others.

Fred and George shared another look, torn by the hard choice. Punishing Harry
in a way quite satisfying for them, or getting their presents? George sighed �
he obviously had to make the decision. �Presents.�

Fred nodded in agreement. �Presents.�

Harry looked to the ceiling, mouthing 'Thank Merlin', which, thankfully, the
twins didn't see. Whether or not they'd proceeded to tickle him, they would
have eventually got their presents, by the process of snooping in Harry and
Ron's room for them.

Bloody twins.

Harry nodded and began crawling to the edge of the bed, noticing how huge
it was. Boxes were rammed into the wall just to make room for the mountain of a
bed conjured. Harry had no idea George was so good at transfiguration. The most
Harry could conjure was a very thin mattress.

�And where do you think you're going?� Arms wrapped around his middle, and
Harry was yanked back to the warm centre of the bed, onto Fred's lap, looking
quite bewildered. He looked up at the Weasley.

�To get your presents,� he replied slowly, as if talking to a stupid child.
George laughed from his position lying down, and lazily waved his wand in the
air.

�Who said you have to get up?� he asked, �Accio
Harry's presents... for Fred and George Weasley.�

Fred released Harry as they waited for the spell to take effect, and bent
over the edge of the bed, rummaging around underneath for something. Harry
couldn't resist pressing a kiss to the bared back, before crawling over to
George and curling up next to him. George ran an affectionate hand through his
hair, rubbing his cat ears when he reached them.

There was a thumping on the trap door to the attic. Fred opened it with a wave
of his wand, and the presents came dancing in, landing on the bed next to
George.

Harry stayed lying as George sat up, face lit up with eagerness. Fred emerged
with packages in his hand, also jumping on the presents. Together, the twins
sorted through them in a quick second, identifying their own. Wrapping paper
flew everywhere.

�Haha, now I can make that aphrodisiac!� George
cackled evilly upon finding the potions ingredients Harry had given them. Harry
paled � he'd had no idea that was what George would use them for.

�Mm, bloood pops,� Fred nearly moaned, ripping the
packet open and sticking one in his mouth. He proceeded to make obscene sucking
sounds. Harry flushed violently when Fred winked at him, taking the lolly-pop
out of his mouth and swirling his tongue around the red head.

He was suddenly realising all his gifts were becoming very bad ideas.

Thankfully, the bludgers, the Zonko's
delights, and the Honeydukes chocolate were less
hazardous to Harry's health � although Fred proceeded
to groan lewdly over the chocolate, and George was caressing the bludgers in quite a disturbing way.

�One more present... for the both of us,� George announced, finally putting
down the suggestive bludgers, much to Harry's relief and dread. The last present, and the most
important. He felt all the colour draining from his face.

The twins shot him a concerned look as George began opening it. �Don't worry,
we'll love it,� he assured Harry, and then the wrapping paper was off.

The twins stared.

And stared.

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again, the heart lodged in his throat
cutting off all vocal chords. Maybe it had been a bad idea. Such a bad idea. He
wished he still had Hermione's time turner, to go back a few hours and burn
the thing.

�Well,� George was the first to speak, and then proceeded to clear his throat a
few times. Fred just picked the collar up and flipped it around a few times in
his hands, listening to the jingling of the bell Harry couldn't resist adding
on. Stupid entrancing jingle.

There was also a little tag of gold that was left bare. The twins could engrave
whatever they wanted. Thankfully, Harry had found a glamour charm to keep the
collar hidden when in public � that was the only reason he was even doing this.

�It's...� Fred murmured

�Crap, right? You know, I'll just return it, and we can never speak of this-�
Harry was cut off by George's lips which caught his in a rough, fiery kiss.
Hands were on his neck and, distracted by the kiss, Harry didn't register the
collar being fastened until George pulled away.

Feeling the slight weight on his neck suddenly made Harry feel a hundred times
better. It seemed like, despite all they'd been through, despite the
horribleness of the past few weeks, everything was actually going to be all
right.

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�FRED! GEORGE!� Harry screamed from the bathroom in the fifth year boy's
dormitory, while yelling the glamour charm over and over again that just wasn't
working.

He would murder those fucking twins.

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Awww, sorry, I thought that was quite
cute...

Wasn�t entirely certain what the twins would get for Harry, so I�ve missed that
part out � probably cat treats and something Quidditch
related ;)

Not sure how long this is going to be. Possibly only around ten more chapters,
I'm going to skip ahead in time again, which should be fun :P

Thanks for reading and, if you have time, I hope you review! I'm always open to
constructive criticism and all that.

Moonlesswind - I didn't know that about cats, so I'll try and keep the nose
flicking down from now on ;) Thank you!

Varjo - I didn't know my updates would take so long last time and couldn't warn
because my computer was gone :P next time, though, I'll be sure to warn if it'll
take longer than a few weeks. The human ears were kept because I like Harry with
glasses, hehe ;) Thanks for all your compliments! :)
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