Pretty Kitty

Gosh, I completely forgot to add incest to my warnings on the summary. How annoying.

Enjoy!

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The next day, Harry woke up, praying desperately it had all been some extremely random dream brought on by a lack of sleep. It had taken him until the early hours of the morning to drop off, too preoccupied with thoughts of his new additions to his body, and how much of a freak people would realise he was.

“Leave 'im alone... tossing and turning for hours...”

“Fine... looks like such a cute kitty...”

“... Stay away... doesn't need to be bothered...”

Harry languidly straightened himself from the ball he'd curled into, shifting onto his stomach with his back arched so he could stretch, arms pushing up against the headboard as they straightened out and fingers releasing his claws.

“That's adorable.”

Harry shot up, tail poofed out at the voice that shouted in his ears. He glared at Fred, hissing.

“'S'too early for yelling,” he muttered, rubbing his furry cat ear. He then frowned, realising that it was, in fact, reality.

He was a cat-boy.

Fred raised an eyebrow, sitting next to Harry and stretching out his hand to Harry's cat ear.

“I wasn't yelling,” he told Harry, but the boy was preoccupied. Harry waited until Fred's hand was an inch away, before he suddenly unleashed his claws, hand shooting up to dig into Fred's.

“Ow!” Fred howled, pulling his hand back to stare at the claw marks on his hand, welling up with blood. George was sitting at the end of Harry's bed, howling with laughter.

“Kitten's got claws,” George said through laughs. It was just him and Fred in the room with Harry, who was feeling rather betrayed that Ron left him alone with these two.

“Stop touching my ears,” Harry hissed, fur on his tail standing on end, a sure sign he was angry. Fred pouted, moving to his brother.

“He hurt me,” Fred said, voice sounding surprised and upset. Harry felt slightly guilty.

“There there, let me kiss it better,” George comforted, lifting Fred's hand and kissing the cuts, blood smearing on his lips. His tongue stuck out to lick at the scratches.

Harry felt all the blood in his body begin to change course and head straight for his groin. The sight before him was like something out of one of his wet dreams, and he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He wasn't.

Fred's eyes, darkened slightly with lust, turned towards Harry and he smirked.

“We'll be seeing you later, pretty Kitty,” he told Harry. George smirked at him and blew him a good-bye kiss, before dragging Fred out of the room.

Harry scowled to himself, standing and heading straight for the bathroom after peaking his head out of the door to check no-one was standing around the hallway, ready to spring out with a muggle video camera and laugh in his face.

He had some business to take care of.

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When Harry arrived at breakfast, he still felt lethargic. A shower hadn't woken him up, nor an indulgence into teenage hormones.

He spied Snape skulking in a dark corner, arms crossed and scowling as he spoke with Mr Weasley, who was holding out a plate of food that looked like it had gone off. Harry wondered why Mr Weasley would ever want to eat that.

Harry slumped into a seat beside Ron, narrowing his eyes at his friend, who broke off mid-sentence with Hermione to eye Harry warily.

“Why did you leave me alone with your bloody brothers?” Harry whispered through clenched teeth, as said brothers weren't too far away, giving an oblivious Ginny a stylish new mullet. Mrs Weasley bustled through and slapped a plate of food in front of Ginny, lips twisted angrily. She didn't say anything about Fred and George's prank, instead bustling back out without a word to Ginny, who stared after her mother sadly.

“I-I sent them out, I swear! They must have snuck back in when I left,” Ron squeaked out. Harry eye balled him a moment longer before letting him off the hook, looking away and listlessly trailing a claw across the wooden table.

Ron gave a sigh of relief and turned away. Harry rested his chin on his hand and continued digging his claw into the table and dragging it. He then took his other hand away from his chin and let it drift towards the leg of the table next to him, beginning to drag his claws up and down it. He rested his chin on his other hand, having taken it away from the table surface.

The leg was much more enjoyable to scratch.

As he clawed the table, Harry watched Snape cautiously sit down and take out his wand. He had the old plate of food in front of him, and was waving his wand over it. Occasionally, bits of food or droplets of liquid would rise off the plate and fly into bottles he'd set up on the table. Some had clear liquid in, which the food landed in, the liquid changing to either blue or red.

Harry's eyes widened as he recognised the old meal as the dinner they'd had the night Ginny must have administered the potion into his food.

“Tsk tsk, seems we need to get the kitten a scratching post.” Harry looked away to see Fred and George standing next to him, watching him scratching the leg. Harry jerked his hand away.

“Do not,” he muttered, groaning internally when Fred took the seat at the end of the table and George sat on the arm of his own chair.

“Muuuuum, Harry's be-” Harry slapped a hand over George's mouth. George's lips curved into a smirk and he licked the palm of Harry's hand, finding a finger and running his tongue up that.

Harry pulled back quickly, blushing furiously and looking everywhere but at the grinning twins.

“Hey, guess what Harry, we've got a treat for you,” Fred suddenly said, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a piece of black, elastic string. On one end was a finger-sized plastic ring, and on the other end, there was a toy mouse.

Fred chucked it onto the table and watched with curious eyes, wanting to know what Harry would do. He wriggled it about by the end with the ring on. Harry's eyes followed the movement intently, narrowing.

Ron and Hermione were watching as well as Harry's hand twitched, claws unfurling. Fred tugged the string a bit more and Harry suddenly pounced, hand smacking onto the table loudly and the mouse trapped underneath it. Remus and Sirius, immersed in conversation, jumped at the sound, looking over to the commotion. Snape looked up and glared darkly as his vials rattled.

Harry flushed, taking his hand away. Merlin, he couldn't help it, something in him just told him to grab that mouse, no matter the cost.

George chuckled and reached up, beginning to stroke Harry's ears. Harry leaned into his side, butting his head against the redhead, before pulling away sharply and crossing his arms.

The twins were driving him absolutely insane. He hated their treatment of him, like he was a household pet now he was apparently half cat, but their touch, above all others, made his body tingle pleasurably.

It was all the dreams fault, changing his reaction to men.

But was he gay? Really? He'd never bothered to think about it before; having danger lurking around every corner will do that to you. He didn't even know how he felt about being gay. It was... inconsequential. Now that Voldemort was back, he knew he'd be centring his efforts on helping defeat him, not relationships.

Of course, it did make sense. He'd always had a distinct lack of relationships, and the one girl he did like, Cho, was a bit butch. Despite the girls he had swarming around him, he'd never gone for any of them. One could argue that Ron had never shown an interest either, but he knew that Ron only had eyes for Hermione. And Fluer Declour.

As his hand shot out to grab the mouse that was slowly trailing along the table by Fred's hand, he wondered what views on homosexuality were. His uncle had drilled into him from an early age that 'lousy poufs' were just as freaky as he.

“Wotcher, Harry,” a voice said, and he looked up to see Tonks standing next to his chair, grinning at him as he swatted at the mouse. Harry smiled back distantly, still lost in his thoughts. She waved a hand in front of his eyes.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry,” he suddenly said, snapping back to earth, and immediately releasing the mouse with a horrified expression. Fred was laughing to himself.

“Nice haircut,” Tonks told Ginny coldly. Harry remembered she was there last night, along with all of the Order. The thought that so many people knew about his embarrassing situation left him in despair.

Ginny frowned and stood to go to the mirror hanging on the wall near the head of the table.

“I'm really sorry to hear about what happened,” Tonks told Harry, ignoring Ginny's scream. Harry grinned at her, although her next words wiped away this expression. “You look damn cute, though.”

“He does, doesn't he?” George asked, leaning closer to Harry. “Who's a pretty kitty? You are, yes, you're a pretty-”

Harry rolled his eyes and stood, walking out of the room, unable to put up with the constant belittlement from the twins he was now enduring. The room fell silent as he left.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Hermione following him, smiling hesitantly. He frowned at her and she grabbed his arm, pulling him through a door and into a living room.

It was rather dull, with grey-green wallpaper and dark green furniture. How typical.

“Why are we in here?” Harry asked, sitting on the hard sofa. Hermione sat next to him, studying his ears for a bit before tearing her eyes away, giving him an apologetic look. Harry didn't have the heart to blame her. If one of his friends sprouted furry cat ears, he wouldn't be able to stop staring, either.

“I just... wanted to talk to you about Fred and George,” Hermione began. Harry sighed, wondering what she had to say about them. “Hear me out. First of all, I have to say it...” She took a deep breath. “You're gay, aren't you?”

Harry took a moment to wonder exactly how Hermione knew everything. She was as bad as Dumbledore.

“I... might be?” Hermione raised her eyebrows, prodding him on. Harry squirmed under the look. “Well... I'm not really into girls, and lately, I've been noticing more... guys...” he continued, refusing to mention the dreams. Hermione grinned.

“I know, Ron was rather scared when he heard you moaning Fred's name in your sleep.” Harry coloured to the tips of his hair and looked down. His throat had closed up and he knew that if he were to speak, it would merely come out as a strangled squeak. Ron had heard him? He had moaned?

No, Harry Potter was a manly-man! He grunted. Grunted.

“Harry, it's nothing to be embarrassed about,” Hermione said, looking uncomfortable. Well, this was what she got for bringing up something so completely humiliating. “Wizarding attitudes to homosexuality is about the same as Muggles. The practice was never outlawed, due to there not really being religions in wizarding society which affected homosexual views, although it was still treated with... disgust, until the Muggle world started accepting it, and you know how arrogant the Wizarding world is, had to be better...” Hermione babbled in her encyclopaedia way, attempting to clear the tense air.

“Right... that's good to know,” Harry breathed out, falling silent afterwards. They sat uncomfortably for a few minutes, both trying to find some safe ground. However, Harry knew Hermione wanted to ask something else.

Finally, she did.

“Just... Fred?” she queried, looking rather confused. “Why Fred?”

“Because... I don't know,” Harry said, picking at the sofa. Maybe because Fred and George were handsome and hilarious and wicked. Or maybe Harry was a masochist, considering Fred and George were both far too gorgeous and, as of yesterday, annoying as hell. He was in for a lot of pain there.

“So... do you also like George?” Hermione asked, voice getting higher. Harry winced. She ran a hand through her bushy hair. “Both of them? ... Together?” she squeaked out. Harry buried his face in his hands, unable to look at her.

“I'm such a freak,” he mumbled, because really, who wanted to be the filling in a sandwich which contained his best friend's brothers?

“No... you're not... they are charming in their own way. And lots of people are into that sort of 'stuff', it's not...uncommon. Plus, you're Harry Potter, and I think you can get away with anything,” she added to cover her attempt to reassure him of his 'commonness'. Harry laughed slightly, still not looking up.

“And they are both flaming gays,” Hermione added thoughtfully. Harry's head shot up at this.

“They're what?” he asked, having had his suspicions after the spectacle this morning, but not knowing if they were just winding him up. She shrugged.

“It's not exactly hard to spot, the way they leer at the boys around school instead of the girls,” Hermione said, matter-of-factly. Harry's eyebrows furrowed. Hermione probably just had it wrong.

“I bet they're just plotting pranks. Besides, what about Fred asking Angelina to the Yule Ball?” he pointed out. Hermione sighed despairingly.

“You are so oblivious sometimes. Of course he's not going to ask another guy. The Wizarding world isn't that accepting, especially when there were members of foreign schools. We have no idea of their views, really,” she told him. Harry remained unconvinced.

“Whatever,” Harry said, standing up and walking to the door. He waved at Hermione before walking out. She shook her head at him.

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I got a few people pointing out to me 'if it's all to do with a potion, then where's the drop dead sexy Severus Snape in all of this?'

You all had a very good point, so I decided to feature him for a brief spot in this chapter. For those that don't know what he was doing, he was testing the food Harry had had for the potion, and is probably going to do something potion-related when he has that potion. Yeah, he's pitching in to save the day as well.

Haha, okay, no he's not. But I'll probably add him in again with his potion skills at some point.
Also, good point about Mrs Weasley probably being more angry than I portrayed her. I don't focus on the smaller characters enough, a weakness of mine. However, I'm hoping to improve this :P I've added in her attitude towards Ginny here.

Gosh, I hated writing the whole 'am I gay, am I not? Despite having wet dreams about guys and masturbating over the thought of George licking up Fred's blood like it was ice cream, I just don't know' cliché scene, but it had to be done. Also, hated writing about Wizarding views, but hey, at least it's actually believable.

It is, right?

Anyway, thanks so much to those who reviewed, I'm blown away by them . So I'm going to finish this overly long authors note with a big hug for you all!

*Hug*.