Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

No one knew that Harry and Draco were going to be having 'dinner' with Fred and George alone. Harry had made sure that no one knew. He was a bit embarrassed about it. He could only imagine Mrs Weasley's face if she were to find out he wanted a foursome between himself, his husband, and her twin sons. Merlin.

Ron and Hermione had taken Valen and April over to the Burrow, to give Harry and Draco alone time on Draco's birthday. It was very nice of them, as it always was that they took the children so often. Harry also couldn't imagine their faces if they were to find out what he and Draco really needed 'alone time' for. He flushed even as he thought about it, standing there with Draco in the entrance hall.

They were waiting for Fred and George to arrive. The twins were late, of course, but time seemed to be flying for Harry and he fidgeted as he stood against the wall.

Draco was a little nervous himself. His husband had agreed to let him have sex with two other men. And Draco had had a kind of crush on Fred and George for a long time. He smirked when he saw the flush on Harry's face. That never failed to turn him on. "Nervous?" he teased, stepping closer.

Harry rolled his eyes. "No, not at all," he answered, stuffing hands in his pockets, taking them out again, and then tapping on the wall with his fingers.

Draco stepped up so that he trapped Harry against the wall. He grinned down at him. "I could see about distracting you ...."

Harry shook his head, smiling a bit. "You are rather good at that," he admitted, bringing his fidgety hands forward to lightly grasp Draco's hips.

Draco leant forward so that he rested a hand on the wall on either side of his husband's head. He brought his body very close but not quite touching, breath on Harry's face.

Harry breathed in Draco's scent, his eyes drooping as he looked at him. "Very good at it," he said, voice gone a bit deeper.

"I adore that I can do that to you without even touching you, yet," Draco agreed, his own voice husky as well.

"You adore it?" Harry said, feeling the dragon against his skin quite adoring it as well.

Draco's grin was, at once, both mischievous and predatory. "Oh, yesss," he whispered.

Harry shivered, and then looked over almost lazily as noises sounded from the fireplace.

George stepped out of the hearth, brushing himself off as Fred appeared not more than a few seconds behind him. He grinned when he set eyes upon Harry and Draco. "Don't let us interrupt," he teased.

Draco stepped back from his husband, flushing as he turned to greet their guests. "Oh, there you are," he teased.

"In the flesh," said Fred, grinning.

Harry flushed brighter than Draco, but not from being caught nearly snogging. Fred's reply had his mind already fast-forwarding to the evening ahead. Harry swallowed reflexively in an attempt to clear the dryness that had sucked all of the moisture from his mouth.

"Sorry we're late," said George, grinning too as he handed his cloak to the house-elf that had come to collect them. "Had a lot of customers today."

"Business is good then?" Draco said, trying to sound casual and not laugh at the look on his husband's face.

"Quite good," Fred confirmed, staring at Harry with obvious amusement. "So, where's everyone else?"

"Yeah, we're starving," said George.

Harry let out the breath he had been holding very slowly, so as not to make a noise. They had told Fred and George they were having a dinner for Draco's birthday. Of course they would think everyone else was going to be there as well. He didn't want Draco to have to deal with all of this, but he couldn't seem to make his voice work right in that moment. Harry's eyes sought out Draco's face as a form of refuge while he tried to get his nerves under control.

Draco smirked, arching an eyebrow. "It's just the four of us, and I do believe dinner is ready," he said, pausing. "We will be dining in our suite."

The twins laughed. "Just the four of us?" said Fred. "What would the point of that be?"

Oh, Merlin, Harry didn't know if he could take this.

"It's my birthday, indulge me," Draco teased and rolled his eyes.

Fred and George exchanged glances.

"Well, wait," said George. "You're not serious, are you?"

"It's honestly just the four of us here?" said Fred.

Harry still had not spoken and Draco was hard pressed not to laugh. "Let's go up to the suite, we have something to discuss with you," he said.

There was yet another glance exchanged between the twins. Harry wondered if they could talk to each other with their eyes. He supposed it was possible since he was sure that his own eyes were letting Draco know exactly how he felt which would probably explain the look of amusement each time he glanced at Harry.

"Okay," said Fred slowly, with a slow smile to accompany it. "But we're on the defensive now."

"Any pranks you might have planned, for whatever reason, are not likely to get past us," George agreed.

Well, it certainly isn't a prank, Harry thought.

Draco grinned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, like we could get anything past you," he teased, holding out his hand to Harry.

"Well, you couldn't," said Fred as Harry took Draco's offered hand. "But that doesn't mean you wouldn't try."

George snorted. "Oh, they're not that thick, are they?" he said.

Harry flushed brighter than ever as that simple sentence brought cocks to mind. Many cocks.

Draco chuckled at the look on Harry's face. He didn't need Legilimency to know what he was thinking.

Harry shot Draco a sideways half-glare. Where the hell did he store his calm composure so that it could be brought out so easily?

The twins walked behind Harry and Draco, following them through the house.

"You're awfully quiet, Harry," Fred observed, sidling up beside him. He bumped into him a little with his hip, like he did when they danced sometimes. "Might you be hiding something?"

Yeah. The erection in his trousers. "Maybe," he said. Might as well let them have their fun.

They reached the suite, where there was a table set for four. Draco continued to smile mischievously.

"Well, lads, you've just gone all out, haven't you?" said George, staring at the set-up.

"I must admit," said Fred, a smile in his voice. "I'm quite curious."

Draco gave his enigmatic smile and gestured for them to sit. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said.

"If you say so," said Fred, stepping into the room and looking around himself.

He and George both checked their chairs out before they sat, still smiling amusedly.

Draco laughed in delight, waiting until both men sat and then took his seat.

Harry sighed quietly as he sat next to Draco, able to compose himself a little better while he wasn't standing. Even though he had discussed this with Draco several times and was happy to see Fred and George, waiting and wondering how the twins would react to learning about why they had been invited was nerve-wracking.

"Let's see what this dinner is you have planned," said George, smirking.

The foods were all dishes that Draco knew the twins liked. It was a nice meal and he had picked a good wine from the Malfoy vineyard stock.

Harry reached for the wine. Oh, he could use a drink.

The twins seemed even more suspicious when they saw the food. They sniffed it and their drinks, staring at Harry and Draco. "If you've laced any of this with anything, revenge will be sweet."

"We haven't done anything to the food," said Harry. "Don't worry."

"Oh, well that just makes me feel so secure," said George.

Draco rolled his eyes, still grinning as he sipped his wine. "Oh, nothing like that," he purred.

Fred and George looked up at that voice and Harry blushed at the sound of it.

"If it's nothing like that," said Fred slowly, adopting his own flirtatious tone, "then what is it like?"

Draco looked to Harry, to see if he would speak. Harry had barely spoken a word since the twins arrived and this had been his idea. Since this was his birthday gift to Draco he knew he should be doing more than simply sitting there picturing the twins naked as he sipped his wine but even those two acts seemed to momentarily exhaust his ability to string together sentences. Catching Draco's look, Harry knew that attempting an entire conversation might do him in.

While Draco looked at him, Harry stared back. He wasn't exactly sure how to let the twins know what they wanted to do without sounding overly vulgar, getting embarrassed, or being too business-like. And there was still the problem of being able to speak. He took another drink from his glass.

The reaction just made Draco laugh again, shaking his head in amusement. Harry could do and say the most amazingly hot things in bed, but now the man was tongue tied. "So Harry had a proposal," the blond said to the twins, "but seems to be a little nervous to bring it up."

Harry flushed again and nudged Draco with his elbow.

The twins seemed very highly intrigued, both of them leaning forward in their seats.

"What is this proposal?" asked George.

"And why does it make Harry blush like a virgin?" asked Fred, smirking.

Harry flushed even bloody brighter, trying to find the words in his head. He wasn't even sure how it was physically possible for him to blush since all of the blood in his body seemed to be in a hurry to go elsewhere.

Draco laughed aloud at that and shook his head. Teasing both the twins and Harry was delightful. He wondered how long he could draw it out before something gave. "He does blush very prettily, doesn't he?" he asked, smirking.

"Very pretty," Fred and George agreed in unison, and laughed.

"You are enjoying this far too much," Harry said, smiling tightly at his husband as his face burned bright red.

"Well, I know I am," said Fred, leaning back again to eat. "But, really. What's this proposal?"

"Want us to make you a special sex toy or something?" asked George, snorting.

"No," Harry said, voice slightly strangled as he thought of the sex toy Fred and George had given them. Well, sex toys really.

"Not exactly," Draco teased again, so hard now he thought his trousers might split from the pressure. "But we did appreciate the ones you gave Harry before."

The twins' eyes widened slightly, and they looked darker than their warm golden-brown for a moment.

Fred cleared his throat, looking at Draco oddly, but the amusement was back in a split second. "Well, we had hoped you would," he said.

Harry remembered why he wanted his cock in their arses then, why he wanted to watch Draco with them. They really were hot.

Draco licked his lips, letting the twins see in his eyes the way he felt about them. "So Harry has been thinking of ... experimenting," he said softly.

Their eyes flashed dark again and Harry felt his cock twitch.

"What kind of experimenting?" asked George.

Well, Harry couldn't leave it all to Draco, could he? "Of the sexual sort," he said, heart hammering.

Their eyes went even darker and Fred quirked an eyebrow. "Why are you telling us?" he asked, slowly again.

Draco grinned and waggled his eyebrows at Harry, trying to encourage him. "Harry has an idea of something I would like for my birthday," he said, voice deep.

The twins turned their eyes on Harry. He licked his dry lips and forged blindly ahead. "If you wouldn't mind too terribly much," he said, having to clear his throat, "you two are what I'd like to give him."

There was a pause, as if Fred and George were waiting for something more, but when nothing else came, their eyes narrowed. "You're taking the piss," said George accusingly.

Draco laughed again but shook his head. Yes, the idea of Harry actually offering to share Draco with anyone did sound unbelievable; it would have been a year ago. He was still amazed himself and he'd had more time to get used to believing it.

Harry shook his head no. He wanted to make it clear to the twins that he wasn't playing and that they weren't being set up. "That's why we asked you here," he said in a quiet but firm voice. "Sex. With the two of us."

"With – with both of you?" said George, eyes still dark but going wide again.

Fred watched them with disbelief and ... hunger etched in his features. It was often there, but never like that.

Draco licked his lips, suddenly feeling more serious as the possibility became increasingly real. "Yes," he whispered.

"We've ... got the next room set up for after dinner .... If you want to do it," Harry said.

"And this isn't a joke?" asked Fred.

"No, not a joke," Harry answered.

"I ... I have been attracted to you two, for a long time," Draco confessed, his turn to blush now.

The twins' mouths dropped open slightly and they both looked at Harry as if to say, Please don't kill us, and Harry actually wanted to laugh. "Well, you are hot," he noted, hoping he sounded desirous rather than nervous.

"Indeed," Draco agreed, feeling his throat tighten and his blush spread to his ears. His cock twitched hard with his embarrassment.

It took Fred and George a few moments to get over the shock, which was really quite understandable.

"So you won't curse our dicks off if we say you're both fucking gorgeous?" asked George.

Harry thought they were practically panting and his cock twitched hard too. He had a feeling they were going to accept, and that it was going to be pretty good. In spite of Harry's awkwardness, he did want this birthday to be special for Draco and a night to remember.

Draco eyed his husband with amusement. "I don't think cursing your dicks is what he has in mind," he purred.

Harry flushed again but it was half in pleasure. "Interested?" he said.

Fred smirked sexily. Yes, he did. "I'm really starting to think you're quite serious," he said. "Any rules?"

"Only one," Harry answered. "No fucking. Unless ... you want to be fucked."

Draco loved it when Harry was direct but it still brought another blush to his face to hear him say that to the twins.

"Why, Harry," said Fred, "you're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

Harry waited silently. The offer had been made and the terms had been set; it was all up to Fred and George now.

"How could we say no to those – undoubtedly – beautiful pieces of anatomy?"

Draco sucked in a breath at that and he swore he was getting sore from the arousal. Did Fred and George just agree to be fucked? Oh, Gods.

Harry touched Draco's thigh underneath the table with his fingertips. Once over the initial asking, this was really quite enjoyable.

"So how do you do it, Draco?" George asked, and he purred that time. "Do you unwrap your presents before or after we've sung Happy Birthday?"

Draco was speechless for a moment, licking his lips nervously again. "For dessert?" he suggested.

"What's for dessert?" asked Fred. "Us?"

Draco's breath caught and he nodded. "Yes," he whispered, managing to look at them both but still blushing as he did. Only Harry knew how much being embarrassed aroused him.

Harry leant in close to his husband, mouth against his ear as he said lowly. "I suddenly really want dessert."

"Oh, yesss," the blond replied, trembling. He couldn't have finished his meal at this point.

"God, you are so hot like this," Harry continued to whisper. "Come on." He slid his hand into Draco's, pulling for him to stand.

Fred and George still sat watching them.

Draco allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, flushing even more when he realised how obvious that would make his condition.

Draco needn't worry about his condition. When Harry stood, he was hard as a rock, and when Fred and George stood as well, it was obvious that they were in quite similar states.

Draco took all this in and grinned. "Happy birthday, indeed," he whispered.

Harry grinned at him, pulling him towards the bedroom and glancing at Fred and George so that they knew to follow. Dessert was about to be served.