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Pretty Kitty	By : CherryStarburst Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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There was another Order meeting that night. Fred and George burst into Harry and Ron's room, disturbing a game of chess that Harry was losing, badly.

“Guess what,” Fred started, holding up a few fleshy coloured strings. Harry frowned and followed the string's path with his eyes, raising his eyebrows when he saw the ears attached to the end.

“We modified our extendable ears. They can get through the wards now, and- what are you doing?” George suddenly asked as he saw Harry, lying on his back on the floor and batting at the ears. Harry immediately stood up, looking at anything but the amused looks from the twins and Ron.

“Nothing,” he muttered. “So, extendable ears... what are they?” Harry asked, sheathing his claws. It was so tempting to just play with them all night long...

“...Can listen into private conversations and everything, or they will if you don't stop staring at them like that,” Fred was explaining to him, while hiding the ears in his pocket at Harry's intense gaze.

“I can't help it!” Harry snapped, horrified when a hiss escaped from him to back up his exclamation. Fred laughed and wrapped an arm around Harry, George taking Harry's other side and wrapping an arm around his waist, mouth close to his ear.

“Don't worry, it's adorable,” George confided, like he was telling a secret. Ron was rolling his eyes and slouching on the bed, and Harry chuckled when the boy made a gagging motion. Honestly, he was such a butch man. However, seeing Harry's distraction, George began kissing his ear softly. Harry gasped slightly.

“Look, I'm getting Hermione, then we can listen in on the Order,” Ron said, standing and escaping the room before things got too intimate for him to handle. “Can't bloody wait to get into Harry's knickers, those two.”

Harry didn't even notice Ron leaving as Fred began nipping his neck, tongue sliding out to lick the expanse of flesh over the bites. George was suckling on his earlobe, emitting satisfied noises, as if Harry's skin was the tastiest treat.

Fred lifted his head to capture Harry's open lips with his own, swallowing a soft moan. His tongue slid into Harry's compliant mouth to tangle with Harry's, the two entwining around each other. George's tongue was in Harry's ear, causing him to flush with the little blood that wasn't sinking south.

Fred coaxed Harry's tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it greedily while his hand drifted to Harry's t-shirt, slipping underneath to slide up his stomach and chest. He briefly noted how thin it felt, but was too distracted to make anything of it, having located Harry's nipples.

Harry felt his knees buckling, knowing that, if George's strong arm wasn't holding him up, he would have fallen to the ground. When Fred's fingers began tracing a nipple, he groaned into Fred's mouth, his hands, which had been clenched unsurely at his sides, flying up, one tangling in Fred's hair and the other on the back of George's neck.

George chuckled, lifting his head to Harry's cat ears, which were twitching wildly with the sensation, standing straight up. George lightly bit at the pointed tip of his right ear, and Harry cried out, ear tingling. George smirked and licked at it lightly, ignoring the fur that tickled his tongue. It was worth it to hear Harry gasping and purring in pleasure.

Fred opened his eyes to meet George's briefly, mouth curving into a wicked smirk. The hand not playing with Harry's nipple slunk down and gripped Harry's tail at the base, causing Harry to instinctively arch his back, especially as Fred's hand rubbed his nipple in a torturous way.

And when Fred's hand moved up Harry's tail, smoothing the fur right up to the tip, before letting it go and once again moving the base, Harry nearly screamed in delight, tail ramrod straight. George smirked and pressed closer to Harry's side, kissing his ear again before moving to lick Harry's lips that were still attached to Fred's, regardless of the ache in his jaw.

Harry, who had been lost in the sensations of a hand stroking his tail and playing with his chest, and the tongue plundering his mouth, was shocked out of his pleasure haze at the feel of another tongue sliding in beside Fred's, making his mouth stretch to accommodate them both.

It was awkward and slippery, but all three felt a jolt of pleasure at the feel of their tongues meeting and rubbing against each other. Their groans filled the air, especially as Harry became slightly more bold, daringly running a hand down Fred's chest and rubbing erotically while his tail wrapped around George's waist, the tip tickling his clothed erection.

“Merlin, I love this tail,” George growled out. Fred had forgotten his ministrations on Harry's cat appendage and had instead moved to Harry's waist band, slipping a hand underneath, too impatient to tease. Harry's eyes widened and he nearly yowled at the feel of the contact on his hot length.

Fred rubbed at his cock, unable to move his hand in the restrictions of Harry's trousers and underwear. Harry thrust against his hand, not noticing his tail rubbing more firmly at George while George reached out his hand to unzip Fred's jeans and pull out his cock, eyes narrowing in lust when he saw Fred wasn't wearing any underwear.

Harry groaned and arched his back, grasping onto Fred's shoulder as he felt his climax building up, balls tightening and claws digging into Fred's skin through his shirt. Fred gasped at the feeling and the erotic look on Harry's face as he succumbed to the pleasure, and George tightened his grasp on Fred when Harry's tail picked up the pace on his weeping dick.

“Nn, Merlin!” Harry cried out, eyes closing as the heat in his stomach kicked into overload. He spilled into Fred's hand as the redhead fondled him roughly.

George gasped, shoving his own hand down his trousers to take a firm hold of his cock as he felt his orgasm near. He pumped it until he was cumming, groaning and tightening his hand on Fred.

Fred's eyes opened and widened as George's hand tightened and he thrust into it urgently, mindless with the image of both Harry and George in the throes of their orgasm. He spilled with that thought and the heat encasing his cock, covering George's hand.

They collapsed onto the floor, breathing harsh and heavy, unable to form coherent speech as they merely slumped against each other. The smell of sex hung in the air.

“That was...” Harry trailed off, voice breathless, unable to express what, exactly, had happened, with his thinking process limited as it was. George shushed him with a kiss and they fell into silence, attempting to catch their breath after the mind blowing experience.

XxXxXxX

“Look who decided to join us,” Ron muttered as Fred, George and Harry wandered over to him and Hermione, who were both sitting at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing. The Order members had just gone in and the door had been closed and warded by Mrs Weasley seconds ago.

Fred and George grinned, satisfied, as they sat down next to the two and pulled Harry between them, until he was sitting in Fred's lap with his legs on George's. Ron groaned and Hermione hit him lightly upside the head.

“So, you got them?” Ron asked impatiently, wanting this to be over with so he could leave before the threesome got hot and heavy again. He was possibly scarred for life.

Harry rolled his eyes at the way Ron phrased his question. “You make it sound so seedy,” he teased. Ron felt his mouth twitch upwards in a smile as he rolled his eyes.

“Guilty conscience?” he asked innocently as Fred and George pulled out the various extendable ears, unravelling them. When Harry was passed one, he strongly resisted the urge to play with it, instead waiting for instructions on what to do.

“Right, we may as well lie down, in case anyone comes out,” Hermione said, lying flat on her stomach. The others followed suit, crowding around the banister. As everyone put the fleshy strings in one of their ears, George smiled and helped Harry with his, seeing as the boy's claws were out, and he was unable to retract them when something so chase-able was near him.

“Right, just lower them down to the ground, they'll do the rest,” Fred muttered, lowering his ear until it hit the floor below. The ear stood up and began wiggling towards the door. Harry watched as it encountered the ward on the door, before it fell down and seemed to slide underneath the wards, and then under the door.

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his, watching it do the same thing. These things were weird and wonderful, as expected.

As his wriggled under the door, he didn't hear anything, and frowned slightly. The others looked to be listening intently to whatever was happening. He moved his to the other ear, and was annoyed when he couldn't hear anything.

Oh Merlin! What if I've suddenly gone deaf! Harry's mind screamed, panicked. He took out the extendable ear and looked around, cat ears twitching to pick up any sound. He sighed in relief when he could hear the shifting of those around him and the creaking of the old house, as well as the occasional 'harrumph' from Mrs Black.

Harry sat up sharply, wondering why he couldn't hear from the extendable ear. Fred, noticing his movement, took out his ear and looked up at him.

“What's wrong?” he whispered, pulling Harry back down and kissing his cheek absent-mindedly. Harry shrugged.

“I think this ear's broken,” Harry said, not really wanting to cause such a fuss over a stringy ear. Fred frowned, taking the string from Harry and placing it to his own ear. When he heard what was going on in the meeting, he returned it to Harry.

“Works fine for me,” he told Harry, before offering his. “Use mine, I'll use yours.”

Harry smiled at him in thanks and took the offered string, placing it in his ear. He still couldn't hear anything, but upon seeing Fred get absorbed in the meeting again, decided not to disturb him any further with stupid worries.

So what if he missed one meeting?

XxXxXxX

“The Dark Lord has discovered Potter's secret,” Snape told Dumbledore, a serious look in his eye. “As you predicted, he has now begun to ask around about cats and kneazles, reading books on them, both magic and muggle, and torturing his death eaters for information. It is... most bizzare,” Snape continued. The room was silent. “He is obsessed with the boy.”

“This is a catastrophe,” Dumbledore intoned, getting a few groans for the horrible pun. “We have to hope Harry won't be put in danger because of this new change. Have you noticed anything, Molly?” Dumbledore asked, also looking at Sirius. The two shook their heads. They'd been watching Harry, but hadn't noticed anything significant.

“He likes to scratch things and chase things, and walks with one foot directly in front of the other, like all those bloody cats,” Sirius said, growling at the thought of cats. Cats that he could be chasing up trees. Minerva glared at him sternly, catching onto his thoughts. Sirius eyed her. She was a cat.

“He’s certainly become slightly more graceful, but only when his tail is free,” Mrs Weasley remembered, causing Dumbledore to chuckle to himself.

“None of these seem particularly harmful, in fact, some of these seem almost useful,” Dumbledore said contemplatively. Remus narrowed his eyes and Molly nearly growled.

“Are you saying he should stay like this?” she asked incredulously. Dumbledore shook his head, hoping to placate the irate redhead.

“No, no, we still have several people looking for antidotes and have contacted several potion masters, discretely, of course, and Severus is working on a cure, too,” Dumbledore told her. Several people turned their attention to Severus, peering at him suspiciously.

“Can we please stop talking about Potter's latest woe, now?” Severus snapped at the looks being directed at him. He'd been working for them for more than fourteen years now. You'd think they'd trust him.

“Yes, Severus is quite right. What other news have you heard from Voldemort?” Dumbledore asked, steepling his fingers, something he always did when he knew he'd receive bad news. The act seemed to calm him somewhat.

“The Dark Lord is still looking for ways around the wards at Hogwarts. He's determined to get into the school. I only managed to put him off using me by saying I wasn't trusted enough at the moment,” Severus told them. Dumbledore sighed.

“Keep an eye on any children of Death Eaters, from all houses. There's a possibility he has somehow forced them into helping get into Hogwarts. He's not above using any means, remember. It may not be their fault that they have to help.”

XxXxXxX

Harry jerked when he heard the door downstairs open. A few Order members came spilling out, whispering to themselves. The others had already pulled up their extendable ears, and were looking at Harry oddly. Harry frowned back at them, sitting up from where he'd been lying.

“What?” he asked, confused. George reached out and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him to his chest, while Fred hugged him from behind. Harry was severely confused.

“Seriously, what?” he asked, looking to Ron and Hermione to clear his confusion up, seeing as Fred and George seemed strangely silent. Hermione frowned at him.

“Didn't you hear?” she asked. Harry merely shook his head. “Why not?”

“Dunno, just didn't work,” Harry told her, seeing a gleam in her eye. She was clearly interested in exploring why the extendable ears wouldn't work for Harry, but a cough from Ron snapped her out of her speculation.

“Erm, just heard some stuff, 'bout Vold... You-Know-Who, plotting to, you know... kill you,” Ron told him.

“Ron!” Hermione snapped, hitting him upside the head for his complete lack of tact. The arms around Harry tightened, and Harry awkwardly patted one of the limbs, unsure of who's it was in the tangle of arms around him.

“Yeah, he does that a lot,” Harry told them, plastering a smile on. “Hasn't succeeded yet, has he?”

“I'll kill him if he comes near you,” George mumbled into Harry's shoulder. Harry chuckled nervously at the deadly promise in George's voice, and in Fred's when he agreed heartily.

XxXxXxX

The next day, Harry awoke to rapping on the door. He frowned slightly, shifting in his bed, which seemed warmer than usual. And was filled with more bodies than usual.

“Ron, ge'rrouta my bed,” Harry grumbled, lazily swatting at whomever was in front of him. He heard a laugh, and then someone caught his wrist, pulling him closer until he was pressed chest to chest with him. The body behind Harry moved closer to him as well, arms slithering around his waist.

“Maybe Ron's not as straight as we once thought,” a familiar voice said.

“...We thought Ron was straight?” another voice answered, surprised at this information. Harry opened an eye to glare at George, who grinned back down at him, shifting some of his black hair out of his uncovered eyes.

“Time to get up, kitten. Diagon Alley's a-calling,” George told him, kissing his forehead, right on the scar. Harry smiled at him blearily before turning over and cuddling into Fred. Surely Fred wouldn't make him get up.

“Aww, our kitty likes me better than you, Forge,” Fred told George, and Harry could imagine him sticking his tongue out. However, the imagery was wiped away as Fred moved a hand up to fuss his ears, causing his back to arch, so he was pressed fully against Fred. Fred groaned slightly, his other hand snaking down to Harry's arse.

“Much as I would love to see where this is heading,” George quipped, the sounds of him pulling one of his drawers out meeting Harry's ears. “We need to get moving before Mum walks in on something she'd prefer not to.”

“Don't ruin it George. Why would you ruin it?” Fred whined, sitting up slowly. George shot him an evil smirk, bending down to kiss Fred's lips lightly. However, Fred grabbed onto the back of George's head and pulled him closer, the kiss turning harder as he parted George's lips and slipped his tongue past them. George groaned, moving to lie on the bed, preferably on top of Fred.

However, Fred released him of the kiss and stood, grabbing a pair of jeans that had been flung on the floor last night. He pulled them on, disregarding underwear, and waved at George and Harry before walking out of the room, shirtless.

George and Harry stared after him, before turning to each other, lust burning their eyes. However, there was another knock, and Mrs Weasley popped her head around into the room, eyes widening when she caught sight of George in just boxers, and Harry under the sheets.

“And what was going on here?” she asked, moving firmly in to the room and placing her hands on her hips. Harry looked absolutely mortified, and even George was blushing faintly, looking at the floor.

“Nothing, he was just sleeping, Mum, honest!” George defended. Mrs Weasley narrowed her eyes.

“That's as may be, but I expect Harry out of this room in five minutes and back into his own to change, and if I catch him 'sleeping' in your room again, you won't like the consequences,” she told them, “at least try to remember that people won’t be as accepting outside of Grimmauld. You won’t get away with this at Hogwarts, you know.”

XxXxXxX

Harry had slunk out of the twins room a few minutes later, after pulling on a shirt and attempting to engage George in conversation. However, the redhead still seemed to be suffering the trauma of Mrs Weasley's visit, and so the conversation was brief and one-sided.

Harry was now sitting at the table, claws idly tracing the wood, sometimes digging in to create indents, and then scratching down to cause long lines. It was his table, no other cats allowed.

He glared briefly as Crookshanks came sneaking past. Crookshanks glared right back.

Charlie Weasley, who had come back to see his family and help the Order for a few weeks, kept glancing up from the Daily Prophet- which was still spouting stories on how Harry's 'cat-ness' was a sign of evil- to shoot dark looks at Harry for the horrible sound he was creating. Charlie still hadn't got over the new cat additions.

Neither had Harry, in all honesty.

That was probably why Fred and George were with him, just because they had a thing for weird cat-boys. However, he was fairly certain their relationship was going to come to a standstill with Mrs Weasley's words. If the world ever discovered they were in some bizarre, incestuous threesome...

Why would they want to go through all that for Harry? Without him, their relationship wouldn’t enter the spotlight.

The thought made Harry dig his claws harder in to the table, and drag them a few inches. Charlie winced at the sound and the sight of the deep gouges in the table. Hopefully, Sirius wouldn't mind.

“Looking forward to Diagon Alley?” Charlie finally asked, trying to break Harry's concentration from mutilating the table.

“Oh. Yeah,” Harry replied listlessly. It would be good to get out of the house, if only for a day. He was feeling restless cooped up in here, and he could see the strain on the others too. Especially Sirius, and the man wasn't even allowed to come with them.

“It'll be good to go back to Hogwarts, won't it? Won't have to wake up to this simply charming place every morning,” Charlie persevered, staring at Harry's twitching cat ears, and the tail which occasionally swung around to rest on Harry's shoulder, before flopping back onto the chair lifelessly. There was definitely something wrong with him this morning.

“Hmm,” Harry agreed. At that moment, Mr Weasley strode in, fixing his sparse hair and sitting down next to Charlie, smiling at his second oldest before turning that smile on Harry.

“Morning every-oh! Harry, what on earth have you done to that poor table?” he queried. Harry blinked and looked down at the table, which sported several deep white scratches in the dark wood. He looked back up, sheepish. He hadn't even realised what he was doing.

“I'm really sorry,” he began to apologise, but Mr Weasley just smiled and whipped out his wand, pointing it at the scratches.

“Repairo,” he said, and the lines vanished. Harry gave him a grateful grin, having not wanted to see Mrs Weasley's reaction to it.

“Thanks,” he murmured, retracting his claws before they decided to do any more absent-minded damage.

“Not a problem,” Mr Weasley told him, before turning to Charlie, who was studying the paper with a frown, having already closed it and set it down. He didn't seem particularly happy. That was the general reaction to the Daily Prophet, these days.

“Anything about You-Know-Who?” Mr Weasley asked quietly, as if unsure that Harry should be listening in to the conversation. Not that it mattered - Harry could hear him clearly with his cat ears, anyway.

“Nothing. Just a load of shi-rubbish,” Charlie corrected himself, looking at Harry, as if Harry had never heard a swearword in his life. “About Harry and Dumbledore spreading awful lies to create panic. It's not helped by Harry's new... condition. Now, apparently, cats are the omen of darkness.”

Harry didn't appreciate being talked about as if he weren't in the room, but was desperate for information, something which Order members seemed reluctant to give, so he didn't protest or draw attention to himself.

“Imbeciles, the lot of them,” Mr Weasley said, looking like he'd prefer to say harsher insults. Charlie sighed and took a swig of cooling tea from his mug, before grimacing and casting a warming charm on it.

“That goes without saying,” a voice said behind them, and Harry looked up as Sirius sat down next to him heavily, a large hand patting Harry's head and flattening his ears. Harry growled at Sirius warningly, annoyed at how pitiful the sound was. Honestly, what was the point of being a cat when his growls sounded so weak and domestic?

He wished he'd been turned into a lion instead.

Of course, Fred and George probably wouldn't have been attracted to a lion. Then they'd have no problems about the relationship attracting attention.

Five minutes later, Hermione and Ginny arrived in the kitchen, both dressed to go out; Ginny looked uncomfortable with the thought of being forced to be around those who disliked her for a whole day. Ron stumbled down after, still half asleep, and proceeded to sit on Harry's other side and devour four slices of toast and honey.

“Eat s'm brk'ffst,” Ron told him, spraying crumbs on Harry when he said his 'f's and 's's. Harry laughed and shook his head at his friend’s behaviour, especially when Hermione shot Ron a disgusted look. She seemed to have endless amounts of them reserved just for Ron.

However, at Ron's pointed look, Harry proceeded to munch on a slice of toast and butter, finishing it all and reaching for another when Fred and George ambled in, freshly showered and awake.

By this point, the only spare seats were at the other end of the table from Harry, and the twins looked rather irritated, before sitting in the seats and spooning some of the fry-up Mrs Weasley had made onto their plates.

Harry lost his appetite at the reminder of the twins and stared at the table for the rest of breakfast, tail and ears twitching at every sound.

When Sirius groaned and stood up, announcing he was heading for a shower, Hermione stood as well and rounded the table to take his place, next to Harry. Harry was startled out of his pensiveness when Hermione stuck her wand into his human ear.

He yowled loudly, twisted out of her reach and glaring at her. Ron was staring at Hermione, flabbergasted, at the seemingly random action, while clutching his own ears at the high pitched cat sound Harry had unleashed on them.

“Hermione!” Harry exclaimed, rubbing his tingling ear. “Is ‘hello’ that under-rated?” he grumbled. She'd shoved it pretty far in and now it itched ridiculously, only he couldn't scratch it. Instead, he rubbed his ear against his shoulder.

“You said yesterday you couldn't hear...” Hermione trailed off upon seeing the adults also listening in. “That... thing we were listening to... I just wanted to see if your human ears even work, which I don't think they do,” Hermione told him, matter-of-factly.

“How would you know?” Ron exclaimed, “you can't even use magic outside of school!”

“Yes, but I coated my wand in a potion to check his hearing. It should be turning green right... about... now,” Hermione said and, sure enough, the tip of her wand turned green. Harry raised an eyebrow at that.

“So... I can't hear from my human ears?” he asked, now rubbing his ear with his hand. If she hadn't done that to benefit him, he may have scratched at her angrily. He got the feeling this itch wasn't going away for a while.

“The potion that you took must have made them useless, so you rely on your cat ears. I suppose it might have gotten rid of them completely, except it can't alter the body like that, only add things to it, like the tail, just like if it had been successful and added an obsessive love to your mind, without taking anything away.” Hermione sounded like she had gone over Snape's knowledge with a fine-tooth comb. Harry was rather impressed with how much she’d managed to find out with such a lack of resources.

“Wonderful,” Harry muttered, not sure why this information made him feel bitter. Just another reminder of how his life was being changed all because of one bloody potion and one girl who couldn't try and 'win him over' the normal way.

And bloody twins with a kinky cat fetish.

XxXxXxX

They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron first, Harry stumbling and nearly falling when he got out of the fireplace, if it hadn't been for a strong arm wrapping around his waist to keep him up.

Harry looked into the eyes of Fred, ears flattened to his head and tail poofed up from the shock of his near meeting with the ground. Fred grinned at him lazily and kissed his cheek, before moving away and taking his hand. Harry looked around at the patrons of the pub, who were few this early in the morning, before allowing Fred to drag him along by the hand. Until they got to Diagon Alley.

He wasn't sure he wanted the whole of Wizarding London to be taking pictures of him and his 'lover' to sell to the Daily Prophet. Harry looked around for George, wanting the reassurance that he wasn't withdrawing from Harry, although Harry supposed he wouldn't blame him. Apart from the cat appendages, Harry couldn't be of much interest to anyone. He was fairly average if you took away the ears and tail. And the scar.

But Fred had given him hope, so he couldn't help but look for George, who, as it turned out, was talking animatedly to Charlie about some of the products in their prank line.

Fred sighed and tugged Harry to him when they got into the alley that would lead them to Diagon Alley. As Mr Weasley tapped the bricks, Fred kissed Harry's lips and rubbed his ears, which they had decided to leave uncovered. The Wizarding world knew the truth now, anyway.

“He's a bit more nervous than me, but the public doesn't matter one bit... well, maybe it does. Can’t have eggs thrown at my pretty little Harry or anything now,” Fred amended, smiling at Harry, who grinned back despite the ‘pretty’ comment. Fred's constant smiles were infectious. “It's not you, Harry.”

“Thanks,” he murmured, snuggling up to Fred, who propped his chin on Harry's head, between his ears. They stood like that for a few moments, ignoring the pointed looks being bored into their backs, and the rather shocked looks from Charlie and the Order members who had accompanied them, not knowing about Harry's relationship with the twins.

Mr Weasley opened up the entrance and everyone swarmed in, amidst Mrs Weasley's cries for them to keep together. Three Order members had accompanied them; Tonks, Remus and Shacklebolt, along with Mr and Mrs Weasley and Charlie. Mrs Weasley and Sirius insisted more people go with them, but then Charlie pointed out how conspicuous that would be.

Personally, Harry thought having a cat-boy freak show was rather conspicuous. But he didn't voice this thought out loud.

“Right, where to first?” Mrs Weasley asked, unwilling to have them split up with the limited protection they had.

“She worries too much,” Fred muttered in Harry's cat ear, causing the teen to laugh in agreement. Diagon Alley was well protected, and Voldemort hadn't tried anything on the wizarding world, apparently wanting to lay low while he still had the chance.

The group decided on Flourish and Blotts, then on Madam Malkin's Robes, as the two main places for school supplies. Once in the book shop, they were allowed to split off, Shacklebolt talking Mrs Weasley into realising that such a big group would stir quite a lot of interest.

Fred, seeing his chance, was quick to drag Harry down an empty aisle and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Harry found himself pushed back against a shelf of books, Fred pressing in to him. He stifled a moan and broke away, panting. Fred smirked at him and wrapped an arm around his waist to rub at his tail, which Harry had left uncovered.

“Mm, not here,” Harry murmured, feeling his chest begin to rumble as he purred. Fred breathed out a laugh against his lips, refusing to break his hold on Harry's tail. Harry arched towards him, brushing against him, and causing Fred to gasp, bending his head to lick Harry's sensitive neck.

“Urgh,” they heard, and Fred's head shot up from Harry's neck as the two looked towards their intruder. Ginny was standing at the end of the aisle, flushing a brilliant red. Harry blushed at having been caught and Fred narrowed his eyes at his sister.

Ginny turned and walked away quickly, before Fred decided to modify her hair again. However, it appeared that she had brought Harry back to his present location. Sure enough, a minute later, Harry and Fred emerged from the aisle, clutching a couple of books to pretend that that was all they'd been doing.

Ginny stared at Harry longingly as he moved to pay for the books he'd retrieved, Fred right behind him, seemingly refusing to leave his side. She didn't notice George watching her calculatingly.

XxXxXxX

George kept his eye on Harry during their trip, the knowledge that he was in constant danger thanks to Voldemort ringing through his mind. He just couldn't forget it, nor could he forget how young Harry was, to have to go through that.

Too young for the things he’d gone through, and would have to go through.

As they browsed Madam Malkin’s, George thought on how they were all entering an illegal relationship, and yet, at the same time, he just couldn't find it in himself to care. He'd been with his brother for two years, and that was illegal as you could get. Adding Harry to the mix could unearth the relationship, but maybe… maybe he didn’t care.

He still needed time to sort out his thoughts.

“Hey,” Fred's voice in his ear startled him. He turned around to see Fred staring at him sternly, for once without a smile at hand.

“Where's Harry?” George hissed, looking around for their kitten frantically, and sighing in relief when he saw the boy emerge from one of the dressing rooms. Fred smiled at him, amusement in his eyes at the worry George was displaying.

“When are you going to come to your bloody senses? We've been in an incestuous relationship long enough for you to fish that stick from your arse,” Fred snapped at him, amusement gone. George sighed.

“I don't have any stick up my arse,” he snapped back, ignoring the innuendos that were sure to be racing through Fred's mind. “I'm just... thinking.” Fred snorted.

“You never had to think of it before, you were well aware he was a popular saviour of the world,” Fred pointed out, crossing his arms. George sighed, wanting to walk away but knowing Fred would just follow him.

“I know, and I've gotten over it now, so if you would just...” George trailed off, shooing Fred with his hands so he could seek out Harry, drag him into a changing room and snog the life out of him. Hopefully loud enough that Ginny would hear and have some sense knocked into her.

However, as he looked around the shop, he realised that he couldn't see Harry anywhere. He looked back at Fred, who was watching him worriedly. His twin shrugged and George turned to go into the changing room section.

“Harry?” George called, hoping that Harry was just changing. He couldn't help the irrational fear that was worming its way through his veins. He felt like he'd been doused in icy water.

“Harry?” he called again, rather desperate to hear Harry's voice answer him. However, the only answer he got was Ron sticking his head out from behind one of the curtains.

“What's wrong?” Ron asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Being a Weasley and having inherited Mrs Weasley's genes, they were all prone to panic. Especially with what they had heard last night.

“Can't find Harry,” George told him, flustered. Ron's eyes widened, and then he gasped, looking at a spot right behind George. George, cringing and having an idea of just who Ron was staring at, turned to see his mother staring at him furiously.

“What do you mean, you can't find Harry?!” she hissed, eyes spitting fire. George would have melted into a puddle of Weasley goo at the very look, if he wasn't too worried about Harry to feel terrified of his mother.

“Just what I said. He's gone,” George snapped back, ready to tear out his hair at the very thought. Fred walked into the changing room and shrugged, looking just as fretful.

“I can't find him anywhere!” he said desperately. Ron groaned and retreated back into the changing room, changing out of the store's robes and back into his muggle clothes. He emerged with the robe.

“We need to get a collar with a little bell on that bloke.”
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