Pretty Kitty

Harry squirmed under the looks he was being subjected to. Absolute seriousness. He was completely unequipped to deal with this from Fred and George.

Whatever happened to flooding the bathrooms and drawing on paintings?

“So... what's up... well, there's the mysterious absence of Ginny,” Harry said. Ah, Ginny Weasley, always a good conversation shifter.

George tightened his jaw and Fred rolled his eyes. Harry was on the alert, looking for a way out, tail ramrod straight and the fur on end. He was not ready for more 'break Harry down bit by bit by making fun of him fancying the twins'. Voldemort already had the trying to break Harry down bit down.

“Harry, we're sorry we teased you,” Fred finally said after minutes of awkward silence. Harry raised his eyebrows. Since when were the twins ever sorry for being clowns? “We were just... surprised ourselves, really.”

...That's it, he was getting out of here.

He stood, but George grabbed his arm and forced him to sit again, sitting next to him and keeping a powerful hand on his shoulder. Harry had spent hours observing just how fit the twins were.

His scrawny body didn't really have a chance. Damn those Weasley's and their good genes.

“Not in a bad way,” George told him, hands rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. Harry was pleased to see George respected that this wasn't the time to play with his ears.

“Harry, you're fit as hell and we've wanted you for ages,” Fred told him bluntly.
Harry's mouth fell open at the strange confession. This was... completely unexpected. Since when did gorgeous men start wanting him? Since when did his best friend's brothers, twin brothers, start wanting him?

“You're so ridiculously cute. There's something that screams 'fuck me' in the way your body moves. And we'd be only too happy to do that,” George continued, hand stroking up Harry's neck, both tickling and delighting Harry.

Harry closed his mouth, unsure what to think. They obviously weren't ones for beating around the bush.

He'd dreamed of this all bloody summer, but now that the opportunity was actually being presented to him...

He had no idea how to deal with this.

Harry stood again, and this time, George didn't hold him back. He looked at Fred, then at George, then back again, not too sure which one to address. He was stuck on the whole thing, that Fred and George wanted him.

“Think about it, Harry,” George said, seeing Harry's complete confusion. Harry nodded jerkily and walked from the room, Fred and George watching him go uncertainly.


When he got to his own room, he sank down on the bed, arms propped on his knees and chin on the palm of his hands. He stared at the boring wall paper and cobwebs lining the ceiling. His mind had come to a complete halt.

Dear Merlin, what the hell did he do now?
~~*~~

Harry wandered downstairs sleepily. It was some god-forsaken hour in the morning, but he'd spent hours upon hours tossing and turning and not sleeping, both for the thoughts running through his head and the nightmares that had been cropping up more than pleasant dreams.

And he had started getting strange dreams that couldn't really be called nightmares, but left him feeling confused and slightly scared. He was running down a corridor towards a door, and he even knew where that door was. He'd seen it on the way to his trial.

But he didn't know why he was running towards it. They'd started at the beginning of summer but hadn't been frequent, and he'd assumed they were probably strange dreams due to stress. However, the disconcerting burn in his scar afterwards told him different.

But they started to come more and more, and now were scattered amidst the Cedric nightmares.

Harry went into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge, pulling out some milk. He poured himself a glass and wondered over to the table, slumping into a chair and gulping down some of his milk, before frowning.

He didn't usually like milk enough to drink it on it's own.

There was a sudden clearing of a throat and Harry jumped, looking up to see Sirius sitting at the other end of the table.

“When did you get there?” Harry asked, confused. Sirius laughed slightly and moved so he was sitting across from Harry at the table.

Harry noticed that the bags under Sirius' eyes were more pronounced. Sirius caught his sad look and grinned casually.

“Don't worry, I just got woken up and couldn't sleep again,” Sirius told him, although Harry had the sneaking suspicion that that was a lie. “But why are you up?” he asked, concerned.

Harry sighed, wondering if he should tell Sirius. He needed someone to talk to, a reassurance that what he felt wasn't disgustingly wrong. Vernon Dursley's lectures on homosexual's lingered in his mind and the fact that he was thinking about a relationship with two people together was rather disturbing.

“You can tell me anything, Harry,” Sirius suddenly said, and Harry looked at him for a moment. He looked up to Sirius greatly and knew that, if he could get any peace of mind, it would be from his godfather.

“The thing is...” Harry sipped at his milk, wondering if he should just say this bluntly. “I'm gay.”

He watched as Sirius smiled slightly, drinking from the mug of tea in his hands. Harry was relieved when the man didn't react in disgust.

“That's not so bad,” he said. “Ignore whatever those Dursleys have told you.”

“How do you know?” Harry asked, cocking his head to the side. Sirius must be a wonderful guesser.

“They're stuck up bastards, it’s fairly obvious that’s why you’re all jittery,” he said, matter-of-fact. “The fact is, it's not a bad thing. You're my godson, I'll love you no matter what.”


Harry felt his heart lift at those words, and he looked into Sirius' warm grey eyes, sure his own were filling up with tears in an embarrassingly sappy way. That sounded so amazing to hear.

Sirius smiled back at him, reaching forward to ruffle his hair, although this movement was slightly jilted by his cat ears.

“Harry Potter; Gay Cat-Boy. I wonder how the world will take it,” Sirius mused, chuckling to himself. Harry scowled, not needing the reminder of the rest of the Wizarding world. Merlin, they'd all have kittens.

Harry wondered why everything came back to cats these days.

“But that can't be all that's troubling you,” Sirius pointed out. Wow, couldn't hide anything from Sirius.

Harry shook his head. Sirius raised his eyebrows, clearly expecting Harry to go on. Harry supposed he owed Sirius that much after what the man had just told him.

“I really fancy Fred and George... together,” Harry finally blurted out. It was like ripping a plaster off, just do it in one clean swipe and it hurt less.

Only, he still felt completely mortified, no matter how fast he ripped that plaster off.

Sirius leant back in his chair, contemplating this, though there was a spark of mischief in his eyes. Harry got the feeling he was only doing this to make him uneasy.

A few minutes passed in silence, Sirius surveying him, Harry glaring at Sirius. Eventually, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

“Well?” he finally snapped. Sirius grinned, and Harry knew he'd lost whatever little game he was playing.

“Do you know their feelings?” he asked. Harry hesitantly nodded, and at Sirius' probing look, told him.

“They asked me... to 'join them', sort of. I... still haven't given them an answer,” Harry told him. Sirius' eyes softened and he stood, rounding the table and sitting on the chair next to Harry's. Harry was then pulled into a hug.

“I think it would be good for you. Don't think of other's opinions. All that matters is if you're happy,” he told Harry, rubbing his head and ears. Harry purred, snuggling deeper into Sirius, arms going around the man.

“Thanks,” he murmured. Somehow, Sirius' advice was just what he needed.
~~*~~

The next day, he woke up to find Ron sitting up in bed, looking at Harry. His expression was serious.

Harry wondered briefly why everyone seemed so serious these days. However, his attention focused on Ron when the red head spoke.

“So, what did the twins say?” he asked. Harry bit his lip, hoping Ron was innocently interested, not angry.

“Um... they felt the same way, I think. Unless it's another joke,” he said, laughing nervously. Ron smiled grimly, looking thoughtful.

“No, I don't think it's a joke. They wouldn't toy with your feelings, Harry,” he told Harry. Ron knew the twins much better than he did, so he decided to take Ron's word for it. He'd have a mental breakdown if he tried to analyse whether it was all a prank or not.

“Well, if you guys are... err... starting a relationship...” Ron's mouth opened and closed for a few moments as he tried to get the right wording. Harry found himself laughing at the image Ron made. Ron scowled and threw a pillow at him.

“I guess ... it's really strange, but so long as you guys are happy or whatever,” Ron mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. His ears had gone fire truck red. “Just... no details.”

Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing at Ron's expression, his words and his awkwardness. His arms were wrapped around his waist as he doubled over, feeling that deep pain that comes with so much mirth, his sides and face aching. Harry knew he wasn't just laughing at Ron. He was laughing at the whole situation, at the ridiculousness of his whole life. Ron was laughing as well, though still embarrassed.

There were two cracks, and Harry looked up from his laughing, face red and tears in his eyes, to see Fred and George on either side of Ron, rubbing their fists into his hair. Ron was fighting them off angrily.

“Touching as this moment is, we're going to kick you out and have some alone time with Harry... maybe even on your bed,” Fred told Ron, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and hauling him towards the door.

“Hey! Don't you dare! You can't just-” Fred closed the door on a fuming, horrified Ron and turned back to Harry, who was rubbing his now-aching ribs.

“So, Harry,” Fred started. George sat on Ron's bed and Harry looked at them uneasily.

“What's your answer?” George asked. Harry bit his lip and looked down, feeling his face prickle with heat. God, he'd give his answer and this would all just be some joke. The twins would laugh their heads off and then produce the recording equipment they had.

“Um...” Harry said, utilising all his intelligence. Fred sighed and sat next to him, stroking up his back and the back of his head to his ears. Harry relaxed slightly. Funny how an action that annoyed him days ago made him feel better.

“Sure... sure, I'll erm... yeah.”

Fred chuckled slightly, and Harry felt his stomach lurch at that laugh. Icy dread clawed at his heart.

However, Fred just pulled him closer and kissed his neck softly. George stood and sat on Harry's other side, wrapping an arm around his waist and stroking his hip.

“Thank Merlin,” George said, and the two situated themselves so that Harry was firmly pressed against them. His tail swished back and forth happily and he smiled.

“Um, but I've, err... never really been in a relationship. Or even...” Harry trailed off.

“Even...” Fred prompted, hand still stroking through his hair and fingers trailing up his sensitive ear, which was twitching underneath his touch.

“I've not even kissed anyone... let alone a bloke,” Harry said, cringing at just how pathetic that sounded. The twins grinned and hugged him.

“Wicked,” they said in unison.
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