To Dance

Chapter 10: To Embarrass

Harry had barely closed the dormitory door before he was assaulted by three ginger blurs and three equally heavy bodies all belonging to a Weasley. Surprised, he stumbled back and fell against the wall from the impact and flailed his arms helplessly.

"Where have you been!" Ron practically yelled at him, revealing to be the middle blur of orange hair staring straight into his face, eyes alight with concern, interest, and annoyance all at once. "I've been waiting for ages to hear about how dancing with the fox was!"

The twins, who had been the two other orange blobs attacking Harry, burst into laughter at Ron's words and had to hold onto each other for support.

"Fox?" George wheezed out.

"Since when did you-" Fred started.

"Refer to anyone-" continued George.

"As a 'Fox' Icle Ronnie Kins?" Fred finally finished.

Ron flushed red to the roots of his hair. "Why are you two here anyway?" he snapped, trying to change the subject.

Fred and George both split into equally mischievous grins and looked to Harry, suddenly moving so quickly Harry couldn't react so that they were standing on either side of him, leering down at him. They each took one of Harry's hands and began to waltz him awkwardly around the dormitory, singing horribly the tune they had been waltzing to earlier that evening as they swung Harry around.

"Has he swept your heart awaaay," Fred crooned as he swung on Harry's arm.

"The prince of the castle," George continues the ridiculous song with his twin.

"Eyes so deep and stormy graaaay," Fred raised an arm as he jumped octaves.

"The Champion whom you danced with tonight!" George finally finished with a flourish before both he and Fred collapsed onto Harry's bed, pulling the raven with them and finishing their ridiculous repetoire by planting overzealous kisses on each side of Harry's face with a loud "MWAH!"

Groaning, Harry pushed the twins away, who were smiling evilly and as if they felt very accomplished. He looked at Ron, scowling. "Did you tell them?"

Ron looked affronted. "Wha-! No! Why would I tell them!"

The twins just laughed and rolled off the bed as Harry sat up.

"We didn't need to be told anything," George said, leering.

Fred grinned, draping an arm around his twin. "Yeah. The way you two were practically floating around the floor made it pretty obvious."

Harry blanched and Ron, in his defense, half yelled, "That's a bit of an overstatement! They just could dance well!"

George laughed. "Maybe. I suppose it might also be that we have excellent gay-dar!" He and Fred leaned into Harry's face grinning identically.

"Well, seeing as you two practically are," grumbled Ron.

The twins looked over at him, surprise on their features, before they bounded over to their brother and linked hands with him in a circle and began bounding in a loop of extremely altered ring-around-the-rosey. "We didn't think you'd notice, Ickle Ronnie Kins!" they chanted together gleefully before sandwiching their brother in a hug.

"Ickle Ronnie is so observant, isn't he?" Fred simpered to George who nodded.

"He's grown so much. I'm so proud," George coddled, faking tears welling in his eyes.

"Oh lay off," growled Ron, shoving the twins away, his ears turning red with embarrassment.

"But seriously," Harry said, staring at the twins. "Was it really that obvious?"

George shook his head in resignation and Fred sighed and looked at the ceiling in a way that suggests 'what on earth am I going to do with this boy.' Harry just stared at the two of them, waiting for an answer.

"Harry, when we passed you," began George.

"You have the most ridiculous look on your face," continued Fred.

"And Cedric was wearing this look that, well-"

"Pretty much had 'I want to take advantage of this innocent being'-"

"Written all over face."

Harry's jaw dropped in surprise and Ron started laughing, bracing himself on his bed to keep from from falling. The twins just smiled.

"Honestly, anyone who looked at your two and actually looked would have seen it," said George simply while Fred next to him held up his hands with an expression saying 'well, what'd ya expect?'

Harry sighed and flopped back onto his bed. Ron, having recovered from laughing and flopped down next to Harry, though sitting. "So, did you have fun tonight? I mean, hearing Fred and George," the twins snickered, "is one thing, but I was too busy trying to help Neville to see how you were doing."

Harry nodded, remember seeing his two fellow fourth years struggling.

"Yeah," he replied, smiling lightly and glancing away briefly before continuing. "I guess I did. I actually enjoyed it somewhat." Ron grinned at him. "Oh come on!" Harry scoffed at him. "You can enjoy dancing can't you!? Or is it forbidden for men to like dancing?"

"Harry," sniggered George. "I dunno if I'd call you a 'man' yet."

"More of adolescent sex boy," elaborated Fred, smiling thoughtfully and squinting at the ceiling, a manic glint in his eyes.

"Who just happens to have a Fox trailing him desperately," Ron finished, and flushed apologetically when Harry shot a scathing look in his direction.

"An 'adolescent sex boy'?" Harry repeated to the twins, raising his eyebrows in skepticism. They both turned to him, leering, and, as quickly as they had moved before, Harry now found them both on either side of him, uncomfortably close.

Fred reached out and stroked his face gently and said softly, "Would you rather just be a regular adolescent boy?" as George ran a hand up his back to play with the back of his hair.

Harry's eyes widened and he felt himself go stiff, suddenly feeling very awkward. Ron had scooted a few feet away on the bed and was gaping blankly at the scene in front of him. "Because that'd be such a shame, Harry," George purred against the shell of his ear as Fred continued to gently caress the contours of his face. "Why let such a gem as you go unnoticed. Especially when it's so delectable." George winked and Fred stuck out his tongue and they both quickly wrapped their arms around Harry and yanked him back to lie on the bed between them. Simultaneously they both whined out "Why does Diggory get to have all the fun?" before bursting out laughing at Harry and Ron's expressions and finally releasing the raven haired fourth year.

After a moment of recovery, Harry scooted back farther onto the bed away from where the twins were now sitting and laughing. "I'm never trusting you two ever again," he said, still slightly shaky from the moment before and trying to calm his breathing.

George leaned his head back so that he was looking at Harry upside down with a lopsided grin. "What ever gave you the impression you could ever trust us?"

"Honestly, Harry," Fred continued, leaning back to rest on his twin. "Have we ever truly given you reason to trust us?"

As Harry attempted to give some sort of proof that the twins were not molesters and actually relatively decent, Ron has somewhat recovered his ability to function and was breathing heavily with this eyes shut tightly, as if trying to calm himself down before he began to beat his two brothers. "You two," he managed out, eyes still closed. "Out. Now. No more molesting. Go."

The twins seemed to have had their fill of entertainment at the expense of their brother and his best friend and got up and waltzed out of the dorm, still grinning deviously. "Give Cedric our love, Harry!" the called together as the door shut behind them.

Ron suddenly made a flurry of movement and managed to send his shoe flying across the room to smack loudly against the door. Still breathing heavily he turned to Harry, shock and apology shining on his face. "I swear I'm not related to them," he rasped out, shaking his head slightly as he flumped down onto his bed and put his face in his hands. "I knew they were a bit wonky but, Merlin, that was just... wow."

Harry sighed and quickly collected himself and managed to smile at his best friend. "Don't worry about it," he said, shrugging and stretching his shoulders to release any tension. "Besides, they seem too involved with each other to bother with me."

Ron let out a frustrated sort of gurgle and rubbed his hands furiously through his hair making it resemble Harry's. He looked up with a sort of lopsided grin that could have passed for a grimace as well. "I honestly don't know what is wrong with my family. They all seem to be obsessed with you."

Harry raised an eyebrow and Ron's ears turned red. "Obsessed with me?"

Ron ran a hand through his hair again, making it messier than before even and sighed. "Well, Ginny's always been a fan. Percy wants to use you to get to the top of everything, and now it seems even the twins are interested. I just really don't want to know their agenda."

"Let's just hope we don't have any more surprises like that today," Harry said, sighing and pushing up from the bed to prepare for bed.