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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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It was two days after the baby shower when it happened.

Fred woke and looked over at George's bed. It was stripped, and George was nowhere to be seen. However, there was a suspicious rumbling coming from the side next to the wall. He got up, climbed onto the bed, and leaned over the side. There was a lump under the bundled-up bedcovers that was purring.

“George?” He questioned.

There was some shuffling, then George’s head emerged. “Hi.” He said softly.

“Hm. Not the best place to nest, you know.” Fred said mildly.

George looked around and nodded. “But where else can I go?”

Fred frowned. “I don’t know. We don’t have our own room, and damn Dumbledore for that.”

Lee woke up and saw Fred leaning over the edge of the bed talking to George. “What’s going on?” He asked.

Fred sighed. “George is nesting.”

Lee’s sleep-fogged eyes popped open and he eyed Fred warily. “And I’m in the room with him.” He said.

Fred gritted his teeth. “Yes, this could be bad.” He agreed.

Lee heaved a sigh. He got up and began getting dressed. “Come on, gather him up, we need to get him somewhere safe.” He said.

Fred shook his head. “Where?”

“Where else? Room of requirement.”

George perked up, and Fred smiled. “If I were not a mated man, I would kiss you right now!” He declared.

George looked up at him. “Kiss me instead.” He requested.

Fred smiled indulgently and shared a sweet kiss, grabbing a handful of hair and giving it a sharp tug.

George’s purrs increased in volume.

Lee laughed softly. “Fred, you need to dress so we can go.”

George shifted. “Should I dress?” He asked softly.

Lee shrugged. “Don’t see why.”

“You're not going to class.” Fred said firmly. “We're taking you to the room of requirement and you will stay. There. Where you'll be safe.” He added.

George nodded agreeably. “All right.”

Fred dressed and grabbed a bunch of George's clothes. He dumped George's bag out onto his stripped bed and filled it with clothes. “I don’t expect you'll need any uniforms until after we get you back here, but I’ll get all your pyjamas and some civvies for you in case you want to change. Or use them to build your nest up further.” He said.

George just watched him.

Lee watched with detached interest. “He's being awfully passive.” He commented.

Fred nodded sharply. “He's making sure not to anger me. Dominant Sinicae can be… Violent when we’re angry.” He explained.

Lee's eyes widened. “I see. Even to your mates?” He asked.

Fred pinned him with an intense gaze and replied, “Especially to our mates.”

Lee absorbed that knowledge and looked at George. “Do you need someone there, or do you feel safe with him?”

Fred snorted and George smiled. “I'll be fine. Fred won’t hurt me. Unless I do something really stupid.”

Fred grinned. “Which you might.”

George's smile widened. “Have in the past!” He agreed.

Lee just sighed and shook his head. “Alright. Shall we go?”

Fred handed over the bag of clothes and helped George pick up his—massive—pile of bedding and clothes. “Lead the way.” He said.

Lee shook his head and they headed out and through the common room, drawing curious stares from the people there as they headed out the portrait and to the room.

When they got to the room, they waited while George paced, thinking, and finally, a door appeared.

Lee opened it and handed Fred the bag. “This is where I leave you. Get him settled, and I'll explain to McGonagall why you'll be late.” He said.

Fred smiled and nodded as George went in. “Thanks. See you in a bit.” He said, then shut the door after going in.

The room was big, and had a large bed in the centre, and a pile of fabrics—bedcovers, clothes, tapestries and everything else you could think of—in the centre of the room. There was a door on one wall that, when opened, led to a bathroom.

George walked in and leaned against the wall, walking around the room like that.

“What are you doing?” Fred asked.

“Looking.” George answered.

“For wha—” Fred's words died in his throat as George disappeared through the wall.

Fred rushed to the spot where he’d vanished and noticed that there was a depression in the wall, perfectly hidden and invisible unless you knew what to look for and where to look. He leaned in and saw George walking to the end of the long hallway that was there, before throwing down his bedding and sweaters and rearranging them the way he wanted them. Fred joined him at the end of the area and started handing him sweaters and his best cloak. “I'd better get that back in perfect condition.” He said sternly.

George nodded happily and began purring again.

Fred chuckled and nuzzled his brother. “Did you take every Weasley sweater I own?” He asked, amused.

George looked at them, then nodded. “They smell like you.” He said, then grabbed one and rubbed it against his face. “And they're soft.”

“One good thing about Molly: the woman made excellent sweaters.” Fred agreed. “I better get those back, too,” He added.

Another agreeable nod.

Fred smiled. “Breakfast?” He asked.

“Mango pudding.” George said by way of agreement.

Fred made a face, but, “I'll ask.” He called an elf—thankfully, he got Dobby. “Can we get coffee, tea for George and bacon and eggs for me? George wants mango pudding.”

Dobby nodded. “Wes can be doing that! Dobby bes right back!” He popped out and came back moments later with their drinks.

George reached for the coffee, but Fred pulled it out of his hands. “Not that much caffeine. It’s bad for you. Drink the tea.” He said.

George pouted, but by now he was used to that. “Can I have a sip?” He asked.

Fred relented and let him have a small sip. “That’s all.” He said.

George sighed happily. “It’s all I needed.”

Their breakfasts came and they ate, then Fred got up and stretched. “Have fun, I have to get to class now.”

George frowned, but nodded. “See you after?” He asked.

Fred smiled. “I'll bring Draco and we'll both have clothes, both to donate to your nest and because this is our room until you're done with having the girls and hiding away with them. Do we need Madame Pomfrey?” He asked.

George hummed, then shrugged. “Not yet.” He said, indicating that they would eventually.

“I'll explain things to her, then.” Fred said, then kissed him. “Your clothes are in the bag on the bed if you want to change.” He said before leaving.

George lazed around for the better part of the day, occasionally sneaking out to rifle through the mound of discarded clothes and bedding and drag something he found back to his nest. He took a bath and was relaxing in it when he heard Fred's panicked voice calling for him.

“In here!” He called out, and the door opened to reveal a worried Fred and Draco.

“Don't do that to me!” Fred snapped.

George winced at the slitted pupils he sported. “Sorry. I wanted a bath.”

Draco came in and began undressing. “Next time leave a note on the bed. We'll check there in the future.”

George nodded as Draco slid into the tub, which was the same size as the Prefect's bath.

Fred huffed out a breath. “You had me worried.” He said, starting to undress as well.

George rolled his eyes. “I’m as big as a house; where was I going to go?” He asked.

Fred slapped him lightly. It stung, but didn’t even turn his cheek red. “Don’t sass me.” He said.

George sighed and shrugged. “Fine.”

Draco watched them both. “I will never get used to that casual violence.” He said.

Fred smirked. “George likes it.” He said.

George flushed. “A little, yeah. It’s what I crave from him; a heavy hand. Besides, we've always roughhoused, this is just another layer to that.”

Draco hummed. “I can get on board with rough sex, but don’t expect me to start beating on you for fun.” He said.

George shook his head. “I won't. Fred hits once in a while to make his point. You only hit to cause pleasure.”

Draco nodded. “Yeah, a rough spanking is about my limit.” He agreed.

“And that’s how it should be. Veela are gentle by nature.” George told him.

Draco pulled the sub onto his lap. “So, you've got a nest?” He asked.

George tensed. “Did you see it?” He asked nervously.

Draco shook his head. “No, I waited for Fred to let you know I was coming, and we panicked when you weren’t there. I don’t want to see it without you.”

George relaxed again. “Good. It’s important that I see your reaction.” He said.

“Why's that?” Draco asked. Even Fred looked interested.

“You're the other parent. If you don’t approve, I need to know so I can find a new place and start over.” He explained. “I need to see your initial, honest reaction.”

Draco smiled and nuzzled into his neck, leaving a sharp bite on the juncture of neck and shoulder. “I’m sure you picked a perfect spot.” He said.

Fred smiled. “I made him bring his best cloak.” He told George.

George perked up. “The velvet, fur-lined one?” He asked eagerly.

Draco groaned. “I am going to lose it, aren’t I?” He asked.

“I don’t have anything with your scent…” George trailed off sadly. “I guess I don’t need it…”

Draco ran a hand over his belly. “No, it’s fine, it’s soft and I know how much you like it. I also brought a blanket from home that I bring here for my bed and a few scarves for you. Just return them when you’re done with the nest.” He said.

George nodded eagerly.

Draco smiled fondly. “It’s kind of cute, actually. Doesn’t fit with what I’ve heard of Sinicae, though.”

Fred laughed loudly. “The nesting isn’t a Sinicus thing, that’s why. It’s a Prewett twin thing.”

Draco mouthed, “Oh,” then said, “That actually explains a lot.”

“Yeah, our little girls will do it one day—”

“They will not!” George snapped. “They're going to die virgins!”

Fred laughed. “No, they won’t. They'll find their mate, and they’ll probably explore each other way before that happens. You know they will.” He said to George.

George gritted his teeth and huffed.

Draco held him tighter. “You're stressing him.” He said to Fred sharply.

Fred shot him a quelling look. “You wanna get slapped, too?” He asked.

Draco glared at him. “Raise your hand to me and you will not live to regret it. I'll kill you.” He said.

Fred shrugged. “Watch your mouth, then. You know I can’t help my instincts.”

“No, but you can curb their effects some. And you will with me.”

“Fine.”

George sighed. “Yeah, they’ll grow up.” He finally said. “But we don’t have to worry about that yet.”
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